Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3615: Distilled Bloodline Shackle

This voice was different but familiar.

”Senior?” Lin Mu said inwardly.

A faint chuckle followed.

”Who else would it be?” Xukong replied.

Lin Mu’s focus sharpened immediately, not having expected Xukong to awaken so soon again. The reason he had contacted the Saintess and not Xukong was for the same reason as he didn’t want to disturb him.

”You know what this is?” he asked.

”I might,” Xukong said. ”What you’ve isolated... appears to be a distilled form of something known as a Bloodline Shackle.”

The words struck Lin Mu like a sudden realization that refused to fully take shape.

”Bloodline Shackle?” he repeated.

Before he could process further, the Saintess reacted.

”You...” she said, her voice carrying clear surprise. ”That voice... you are...”

Xukong did not hide his presence.

”I allow you to hear me,” he said.

The Saintess remained silent for a brief moment before speaking again.

”I did not expect... to hear Great Senior today,” she said carefully, though internally she was both shocked and honored.

Lin Mu did not dwell on that.

His attention was fixed entirely on the term that had just been introduced.

”Senior,” Lin Mu said, ”what exactly do you mean?”

Xukong’s tone shifted slightly, becoming more explanatory.

”A Bloodline Shackle is not something you can normally see,” he began. ”It is a concept rather than a tangible entity. It represents the limit of a bloodline’s potential.”

Lin Mu listened intently.

”If you were to simplify it,” Xukong continued, ”you could think of a bloodline as a ladder. As a cultivator or creature grows stronger, they climb this ladder, improving their strength and refining their lineage.”

Lin Mu nodded faintly.

This aligned with his understanding.

”But eventually,” Xukong said, ”the ladder ends.”

Lin Mu’s eyes narrowed.

”There is nowhere further to climb,” Xukong continued. ”That endpoint is the Bloodline Shackle. It is not a restraint that binds. It is the absence of further progression.”

The explanation was clear and elegant.

Yet...

Lin Mu looked back at the black crystal with a frown.

”That should not have a form,” he said.

”Exactly,” Xukong replied.

Silence followed.

Lin Mu’s thoughts moved rapidly.

”If that is the case,” he said slowly, ”then what I have here...”

”Is the manifestation of that limit,” Xukong finished.

The Saintess spoke again, her voice quieter now.

”I have seen countless beasts struggle against their Bloodline Shackles,” she said. ”When they reach the peak of their cultivation, they can no longer progress unless they evolve their bloodline.”

Her gaze lingered on the black crystal.

”But I have never seen it take physical form.”

Lin Mu felt a faint chill.

Neither had he.

”In most cases,” the Saintess continued, ”ninety-nine percent of them fail. They remain trapped at that limit for the rest of their lives.”

Lin Mu clenched his fingers slightly.

He understood now.

To break a Bloodline Shackle, beasts would devour stronger beasts, consume rare treasures, or undergo transformations that altered their very nature. These methods allowed them to extend the ladder, to build something beyond the original limit.

But what lay before him was different.

”This is not just a limit,” Lin Mu said. ”This is something that has condensed... accumulated... and taken form.”

Xukong gave a low hum of agreement.

”That’s what makes it interesting,” he said. ”And troubling.”

Lin Mu’s gaze hardened.

”Why has no one discovered this before?” he asked.

Xukong replied without hesitation.

”Because not all creatures form a Bloodline Shackle like this,” he said. ”Most simply reach their limit and stop. There is nothing to extract, nothing to observe.”

He paused briefly.

”But these Foxkin... especially the stronger tribes... are different.”

Lin Mu understood the implication.

”Their bloodlines are too stable,” he said.

”Too pure,” Xukong corrected. ”Too refined. They’ve preserved their lineage so well that instead of naturally evolving or breaking through, the limit has begun to accumulate.”

Lin Mu’s mind connected the dots.

The stronger the bloodline.

The less variation.

The less opportunity for change.

And over time...

The limit itself began to manifest.

”That explains why only the strongest tribes have larger crystals,” Lin Mu said. ”And why the others are beginning to develop them.”

”Exactly,” Xukong replied.

Lin Mu’s expression grew more serious.

”And the mixed bloodlines?” he asked.

”They dilute the accumulation,” Xukong said. ”They introduce variation. That prevents the shackle from condensing.”

Lin Mu exhaled slowly.

Everything made sense now.

The cause of the degeneration, its progression, and the overall pattern to the process seen in multiple tribes.

But one question remained.

”Can it be resolved?” Lin Mu asked.

There was a brief silence.

Then Xukong answered.

”If they were ordinary beasts, yes,” he said. ”It would be difficult, but straightforward. They could consume stronger bloodlines, refine themselves, or use rare treasures to break through.”

Lin Mu’s eyes flickered slightly.

”That is not an option here,” he said.

”No,” Xukong agreed.

The Saintess spoke quietly.

”They are no longer beasts,” she said. ”They are something else.”

Lin Mu nodded.

Foxkin.

A balance between human and beast.

Their existence imposed constraints that pure beasts did not face.

”They cannot simply devour other bloodlines,” Lin Mu said. ”Nor can they radically alter themselves without destabilizing their form.”

”Correct,” Xukong said.

The weight of the situation settled heavily. The solution that worked for beasts was incompatible with Foxkin. And yet, the problem they faced was rooted in that very system.

Lin Mu looked once more at the black crystal.

A Bloodline Shackle, made tangible. It was something that was no longer just a theoretical limit. It was an obstacle that had already begun to choke their future.

The chamber fell into a contemplative silence after the truth of the black crystal had been revealed. The weight of it lingered in the air, pressing against Lin Mu’s thoughts as he observed the suspended fragments once more.

What had once been an unknowable anomaly had now been given a name... A Bloodline Shackle.

And yet, naming it had not made the problem any easier.

Lin Mu folded his arms, his gaze steady as his mind began to move through the implications.

”If this is a Bloodline Shackle,” he said slowly, ”then the conventional method of breaking through it would not work for them.”

Xukong responded immediately.

”Correct,” he said. ”They are no longer pure beasts. The methods used by beasts to break their shackles rely on devouring stronger bloodlines, consuming rare resources, or undergoing transformations that would destabilize a beastkin’s dual nature.”