Demon Bible

Chapter 178: Saint Child?!

Meanwhile, on Finback Mountain, Dalos slowly descended through the reopened mine shaft. Following a certain sense, he navigated the complex tunnels and finally found a specific location.

The mine shaft, originally only waist-high, opened up into what felt like a natural limestone cave once he passed a certain point.

Tearing open another illumination scroll and taking a few steps forward, Dalos knew he had found the right place.

In the distance stood a sheer rock wall, and growing directly upon this surface was a massive, blister-like cyst.

As the light illuminated this cyst, its slightly translucent surface revealed a dark silhouette inside that vaguely resembled a human form.

"Is this... the Saint Child?" Dalos approached, noticing a set of artificially carved sunken steps nearby.

Stepping onto the stairs, the hard ground transmitted continuous waves of sorrowful wailing.

This was the whale's cry, indicating that he was in direct contact with the Floating Whale.

Dalos paid it no mind. He gently placed his hand against the large, transparent sac, immediately feeling a rhythmic pulsing—the heartbeat of life.

"With this level of vitality, I am afraid that the moment he is born, natural breathing alone will allow him to reach the absolute peak of the Black Iron Rank."Dalos gazed at the massive sac as if admiring a masterpiece, a surge of greed uncontrollably welling up in his eyes.

'If I could absorb this thing, would I be able to shatter the limits of my own potential and successfully catch a glimpse of the Golden Rank?'

This greed was triggered by a living being's fundamental desire for higher evolution.

However, in the very next moment, the humanoid silhouette within the large sac began to thrash violently, and a ferocious aura erupted from within.

It felt as though a behemoth had unleashed a terrifying roar. Dalos's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately fell back into a defensive stance.

He even forgot he was standing on carved steps, causing his body to lose its balance.

But as an Iron Rank expert, he reacted instantly, swiftly stabilizing his posture and planting his feet firmly back on the steps.

The deep-seated greed in his heart, however, vanished completely.

And the massive sac, which had rioted just a moment ago, now returned to tranquility.

Judging by the current situation, this Saint Child had likely been kept here ever since he was cultivated.

From infancy to his current state, he had never received any education, nor had anyone ever spoken a word to him.

He was hardly human at all; he was more like a wild beast that had grown up clinging to a whale, listening only to the whale's cries.

It was highly probable that in the pure mind of this "Saint Child", he did not even know he was human, but instead believed himself to be a child of the whale.

Having confirmed this, Dalos hesitated no longer.

He knew that his previous outburst of greed had triggered the entity's vigilance.

Thus, Dalos decisively slashed open the palm of his hand.

Blood flowed out, and the lineage of the Dartmenerly Family within it stirred a certain resonance.

This power of a shared origin instantly sparked the curiosity of the Saint Child inside the sac.

He had vaguely sensed a certain connection approaching him earlier, but he never expected it to be this person standing before him, harboring malicious intent.

He had not seen many people. A long time ago, only one person with a waning aura of life would frequently come to visit him.

That person's emotions had been incredibly complex—so complex that he was entirely unable to decipher them.

Further away, there were some weaker individuals, but they kept their distance and rarely approached.

A while ago, quite a few people had shown up. One of them had been exceptionally powerful, even instilling a sense of fear in him.

However, those people had merely observed him for a bit before leaving.

They were another group of individuals burdened with heavy thoughts; their chaotic emotions made him feel highly displeased.

The person standing before him now was not much different. His emotions were a chaotic mess.

One moment he was filled with joy, the next he was brimming with greed, and right now, he was overflowing with anticipation. It was far too impure.

"I come from the Dartmenerly Family. You and I share the same blood." The Saint Child understood these words.

The people from those distant places occasionally communicated with one another.

He had roughly learned their language.

Coupled with his perception of emotions and mental states, deciphering the meaning behind their words was not difficult.

"Do you want to go outside?"

"I have a way to get you out of here without going hungry." Dalos did a quick observation. The primary function of this massive sac was to provide the Saint Child with sufficient nutrients.

The cultivation of a Saint Child required a high-concentration "Holy Blood" environment. Maintaining this environment demanded a tremendous amount of energy to activate the Holy Blood.

After all, if the Holy Blood remained unactivated, it was fundamentally no different from ordinary human blood.

Among the many Saint Families, numerous descendants lived their entire lives without displaying any special traits.

It was only when they possessed a certain attribute value, or came into contact with something of high energy, that a portion of their true essence would be awakened.

And if this Holy Blood environment were lacking, there was an extremely high probability that the Saint Child would fail to adapt.

This exact situation had occurred during previous replica experiments conducted by the Dartmenerly Family.

Some individuals, who had been submerged in Holy Blood since childhood, rapidly developed various symptoms after leaving the activated Holy Blood environment.

Like fish taken out of water, the more severe cases died in the span of just a few breaths.

The Saint Child was in the same predicament. Having lived in a high-energy environment since childhood, the Holy Blood coursing through his entire body was accustomed to a state of full activation.

If he were to leave this high-energy environment, he would likely die instantly.

Lao Mushi's idea had been quite simple: research a corresponding potion, and once the Saint Child had grown to a certain stage, inject the potion into him to force him completely into the state of a Saint.

After that, all they had to do was maintain it, and the Saint Child would naturally complete his metamorphosis and become a true Saint.

Because he had never been exposed to the outside world, the Saint Child's soul was exceptionally pure. Coupled with his adaptability to the power of the Holy Blood, his chances of becoming a Saint were incredibly high.

By that time, the "Saint" would naturally be able to control the Divine Power within his body, thereby autonomously regulating his energy demands.

However, Lao Mushi had never been fully confident in his research on the potion.

There was still a massive difference between activated Holy Blood and Divine Power directly bestowed by a god.

Relying solely on a potion might not be enough to reach that level.

Compared to Lao Mushi, the demands of the Dartmenerly Family were not nearly as lofty.

All they needed was a Golden Rank entity.

Saints possessed Divine Power. They were essentially "Spokespersons" for the Mythic Rank; although they were not Mythic Ranks themselves, they possessed some of the traits and attribute values of the Mythic Rank.

That was simply too high-end; the Dartmenerly Family didn't dare to ask for so much.

Because their demands were lower, their approach to handling the Saint Child was also simplified.

At this moment, Dalos retrieved a "Whale Heart" into his hand.

This item was crafted from the heart muscle of a Floating Whale after its death.

Once activated, it could provide a massive amount of energy, though it would gradually decay over time.

It was one of the Dartmenerly Family's most treasured collections, hidden at the very bottom of their vaults.