SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 747

The Dao of Blood unfolded before Damon like an endless river stretching across time. He saw ancient battlefields soaked in crimson. He saw bloodlines rising and falling across countless generations. He saw the founder of the clan standing beneath a sky of war, carving his path through enemies with a single understanding.

Blood was life and death intertwined.

Damon's primordial mana core greedily started absorbing all the golden strands more and more enthusiastically. In fact, it was no longer a mana core. It was something new, and the transformation was insatiable. It was pulling in more and more golden strands.

Soon, the entire memory world was long gone.

Damon was back in the trial world with his eyes still closed and his new core still undergoing the transformation. Necrogod, who appeared right next to him, stared in shock and horror. He was fully aware that he was a supporting character now and not the main character. But even then, he was still stunned.

What the hell was going on? Did they actually clear a golden memory world? That just happened?

Before he could even process it, he felt the strange aura seeping out of Damon. It was a kind of power he couldn't understand. The pressure alone was already difficult for him to endure.

But that was not all.

Necrogod suddenly stiffened. Something unexpected was happening. Memory storms began appearing all around them.

Not one. Not two. Several.

They erupted randomly across the trial world like violent whirlpools in space. Each one carried the chaotic fragments of ancient memories, echoes of forgotten civilizations, fallen heroes, extinct races, and shattered worlds.

And every single one of them was heading straight toward Damon.

Necrogod's expression changed drastically. "Damon! Damon! You need to wake up now!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the barren landscape.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand. The ground trembled.

Dark energy burst upward as skeletal arms clawed their way out of the soil. One after another, undead soldiers rose from the earth, forming a defensive circle around Damon. Skeleton knights, bone archers, and hulking corpse warriors assembled into a tight perimeter.

A small army stood guard. Necrogod clenched his jaw as he prepared for the impact. The memory storms approached at terrifying speed, tearing through the sky like golden hurricanes. But just as they neared Damon, something strange happened. They slowed.

The raging storms that had been rushing toward them with destructive force suddenly began losing momentum, as if an invisible hand was dragging them down.

Necrogod frowned. "What…?"

The storms stopped only a few dozen meters away. Then they began to unravel. The violent spirals of memory fragments dissolved into countless golden threads, each strand glowing faintly with ancient power.

Necrogod's eyes widened. "No way…"

The golden threads drifted forward slowly, almost reverently. Then they rushed straight toward Damon. Every single strand disappeared into his body.

Necrogod watched in complete disbelief. One storm. Two storms. Five storms. Ten storms. All of them collapsed into golden threads and vanished into Damon. The entire trial world began to tremble.

It was as if something ancient had been awakened.

Necrogod slowly swallowed. "What kind of monster are you becoming?"

The trial world trembled more violently with every passing second.

Necrogod could feel it clearly now. This was no longer just Damon absorbing a few memory fragments. Something fundamental inside the trial world had been triggered.

More memory storms were appearing. Far in the distance, the sky cracked open again and again as golden whirlwinds began forming across the landscape. Entire mountains of memories surged toward one single point. Toward Damon.

Necrogod felt his scalp go numb.

"This is insane…" he muttered under his breath.

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