That was the solidified sea of consciousness of the magical beast, the Bloodline Inheritance that he had worked so hard to obtain.
'To think that this small thing is one of the best medicines for the mental sphere of a cultivator… My mind should be able to handle it, right?'
What worried Noah the most was the capability of his mind.
A Bloodline Inheritance essentially contained all the experiences of the magical beast and of its predecessors.
It could come in many forms, depending on how much time had passed from its creation.
Of course, the more a beast with a sea of consciousness lived, the more its mind would be valuable.
The sea of consciousness of a magical beast was essentially a worse version of the humans' one, it contained only raw thoughts and strong emotions, it couldn't really be used for the casting of spells and similar.
However, that was exactly why the cultivators could absorb it!
Their thoughts were denser, their emotions more diversified, they basically had a more complex mind.
Yet, if a beast had lived for too long, its mind could equal the might of the heroic ranks, making it impossible for cultivators in the human ranks to absorb it.
'It shouldn't have been more than twenty years, I don't believe that the Royals would have let it live if they had recognized the Inheritance.'
Noah didn't know it but the last cleansing performed by the Royals had happened only fifteen years ago, his mind could completely cope with the absorption process.
The crystal seemed frail, its surface was rough and uneven, it was really far away from a perfected sea of consciousness.
Noah exhaled loudly and then neared the crystal to the middle of his eyebrows.
The crystal crossed his skin and trespassed his skull, passing unhindered by Noah's brain to reach for his sea of consciousness.
As soon as it entered Noah's mental sphere, its borders broke and the mental energy contained inside was poured in Noah's mind.
It was at that moment that he lost control of his body and began to dream.
Cultivators scarcely dreamt, as their minds improved, they would be more aware of their surroundings in their sleep.
Yet, Noah completely lost control of himself as his mind started to absorb the thoughts of the beast.
In the dream, Noah opened his eyes only to see a dark underground place.
He ran through tunnels and cavities by instinct, his mind was only led by one basic feeling: Hunger!
Noah had never felt so hungry before, it seemed something compulsory, an instinct that he could not suppress.
He followed the trail of the "Breath", he knew that it came from a living being.
However, when he arrived in the place where the "Breath" was exuded, he found himself in front of a hundred of worm's corpses.
Those were his companions, his pack, he was momentarily stunned by that sight.
Then, a human appeared in the air, his facial features were unclear but Noah clearly recognized the golden color of his armor.
The cultivator simply waved his hand, creating a dense layer of air that completely stomped Noah, reducing him in a meat paste.
It was at that moment that Noah died, the exact moment when hate appeared in his mind.
Chapter end
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