Gaining power for a Blood Blessed was both straightforward and also complicated.
By the simple act of living, every Blood Blessed grew stronger. Especially in this place where the energy from the seven golden suns overhead enriched their bodies.
Their growth depended on Bloodline Refinement, as the Ouroboros Blood inside their bodies was constantly perfected, and this process was intensely energy consuming, so just the act of eating was also a means of refining their bloodline, but the best method to grow their bloodline was energy.
When the bodies of the Blood Blessed reached the limits of growth, they could search for the seven-pointed star in their heart, and using the bloodline power inside of their bodies, break through the first star point and become a golden giant.
The first batch of Golden Giants had been able to quickly reach this level because they had access to Calamities abound on the continent, and after killing them, the energy of Calamity was used to fuel their bloodline refinement.
Inside this place, there were areas of great danger, but that was only due to terrain and several environmental phenomena. There were no single Calamity beasts or Ascendants to battle and so the growth of the Blood Blessed came to depend on their nutrition, and in two years their crafts using the endless grass surrounding their city had reached a great height.
Beacon paused in his ascent and looked downwards and backward at the home they were building for themselves.
From this height, the valley they settled into seemed extremely small for the number of people it contained but looks can be deceiving. Using the pattern of the buildings in the great city, the Blood Blessed had duplicated the styles, but theirs were more simple, their buildings did not go past two stories, and they incorporated flowers and trees deeply intertwined with their buildings, giving it a more earthly and homely touch.
With a glance, you could easily tell that the buildings took inspiration from the grand city in the distance, but when the city felt like a place for gods to reside, this valley felt like home.
Taking advantage of the endless spaces, the Elders had made sure that the city followed proper arrangements. The streets were wide, interlaced with gardens and pools.
To further streamline the city, Creation Zones were created where Blood Blessed could submit the application of what they wanted to create, and after approval, they would enter the creation zone and make them, of course this rule was only when they were inside the city, outside the city you could create nearly anything you wanted, but there were certain restrictions put in place, and anyone who broke them would be executed.
The Blood Blessed had suffered intense cruelty and they were not soft individuals, they did not suffer fools or saboteurs.
You could not create any form of life, especially life that mimicked intelligence. The risk of soul damage by the creator was very high, and some sick individuals would create life to perform sadistic actions on their creation.
Those individuals when caught were drawn and quartered, with the regeneration capabilities of the Blood Blessed this meant a truly terrible death, and because the only way to kill a Blood Blessed effectively after they became a Golden Giant was to destroy their heart, the pain the perpetrators suffered at their ends was nightmare fuel.
This went a long way to discourage individuals from performing sick experiments with this power granted to them, but there were always those who sought to abuse power, even among the Elders, and their screams of pain at the end were a constant reminder that although there were bad apples inside the bunch, their society was one that would not endure any sign of rot.
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