Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 627

Chapter 627: The Immortal Sea

The six white-robed figures—transformed from Wyrms—were clearly enraged by his arrogance. One of them started forward, but another reached out and stopped him with a silent shake of the head. Then Alaric’s voice rang out again, calm yet mocking.

“From the high platform, gaze upon the Eastern Sea, where the dome of the immortal mountains lies hidden. Within the island, where the cosmos is vast and void, seek the Path and shatter the primordial chaos. Hahaha… You beasts, I’ll remember this. Once I’m done, I’ll pay a visit to Cosmos Isle and have some fun with you!”

He finished his four lines of doggerel and burst into laughter—bold, reckless, and disdainful. Yet it was those very words that made the six Wyrms tremble with barely contained fury at being called “beasts.” And when they heard the name Cosmos Isle, a visible shudder ran through their bodies.

Cosmos Isle was where Ethan and his group had gone. It was the Wyrm tribe’s nest.

Far away, atop the peak of Sacred Sea Island, the goateed captain overheard Alaric’s voice echoing across the sea. His body stiffened. “Ascension Isle… someone from the Seredin family?” he muttered, his tone edged with disbelief. In an instant, the gravity of the situation sank in.

He lifted his arm and looked down at the slimy mass that was Emery Shaw, now half-liquefied and clinging to his sleeve. A wry smile crossed his face. This kid really has the worst luck. He only stepped away to take a piss… and somehow managed to offend a powerhouse like that.

“Captain, who exactly are the Seredin family of Ascension Isle?” one of the men asked, curiosity overcoming caution.

The goateed man shot him a sharp glance. “Don’t ask. Don’t even try. For your own good.”

That was enough to silence them. Though their eyes flickered with intrigue, none of them dared to question further after that warning.

Once the others dispersed, the captain moved to a quieter spot at the edge of the ridge. He lowered his voice and spoke to the viscous remnants of Emery Shaw. “Brother Shaw, that woman Alaric took… who was she?”

“Amber Zane,” Emery answered weakly but without hesitation. “From the Zane family.”

“The Zane family? Amber Zane?” The captain frowned. “You mean that Zane family—the one running the casino in partnership with us?”

Emery gave a faint chuckle. “You’re wondering why he’d kidnap an official from a declining house in the mundane world, aren’t you?”

The captain nodded. That was exactly what he’d been thinking.

“The Zane family may have fallen, but don’t forget—they’re still one of the Noble Eight Lineages,” Emery said slowly, his voice steadying. “On the surface, Amber’s just managing the family’s business ventures. But according to what I’ve heard, she’s already been chosen as their next clan leader.”

The captain’s expression hardened at once.

He understood. The Zane family might have lost influence over the years, but they were still part of the Eight Lineages—and that title carried weight.

The Noble Eight Lineages had once ruled their world. Their history stretched back hundreds of years, filled with rivalry and blood feuds among themselves. Yet no matter how fierce their internal battles grew, they always stood united when threatened by outsiders. It was an unspoken rule: We can fight each other—but if someone from outside lays a hand on one of us, we’ll bury them together.

In recent years, the Eight Lineages had grown quiet, fading from the public eye. No grand displays of power, no legendary figures rising from their ranks. People began to forget their name, to believe the stories were exaggerated myths. But those who truly knew understood—the fangs of the Eight Lineages had only been hidden, not lost.

“It seems this is turning out to be more complicated than I thought,” the goateed man murmured.

Emery gave a faint, weary smile. “Interesting, isn’t it?”

“Uh…” The goateed man was momentarily speechless, his expression twisting into something caught between confusion and disbelief.

“Alright, Little Lamb, stop pretending,” Emery Shaw said dryly. “It’s just the two of us here. Hurry up and help me find the rest of my body fragments. You can’t tell me you enjoy having two sweaty men stuck together like this.”

The goateed man—Noah, kept walking, putting distance between them and the others until they reached a quiet stretch of beach. He froze mid-step when Emery called him that name.

“Call me that again and I’ll toss this lump of you straight into the ocean,” Noah growled, his beard bristling.

“Oh, Noah, don’t kid yourself. You wouldn’t dare,” Emery shot back. “If I hadn’t saved you, do you really think I’d be in this state right now?”

“I didn’t ask you to save me,” Noah muttered, his chin jutting forward stubbornly, beard quivering.

“Alright, alright, you didn’t ask—I volunteered,” Emery said with mock patience. “But really… last time I lost an eyeball. Who knows what part I’ll lose this time?”

Noah sighed. “Fine, stop bringing up the past. I’ll help you find your body first. Happy?” He quickened his pace toward the waterline, his tone gruff but his steps urgent. He didn’t say it aloud, but in his mind, the debt lingered. Emery had saved him once before—thirty years ago.

“Hurry up already! Your sheepy smell’s making me nauseous!” Emery shouted after him, his voice echoing faintly across the rocks.

As Noah crouched near the sand, a thought struck him. “By the way,” he said, glancing at his arm where Emery’s goo still clung, “did anyone sneak into the teleportation array earlier? You seemed a little too eager to stop people from checking.”

Emery was quiet for a moment. Then, with deliberate irony, he said, “Don’t ask, don’t inquire—it’s for your own good.”

Noah’s beard twitched three times in frustration. “Damn it…” he muttered.

—

Far beneath Cosmos Isle, the sea was black and endless.

Ethan surged through the depths, chasing the flickering trail of the Ancestral Dragon’s Imperial Aura. The golden glow ahead darted like a living comet, moving faster than he could hope to catch. For several long minutes, he pushed himself to keep up, lungs burning, mind racing.

Then, just as he began to despair, the small golden figure suddenly twisted mid-swim, flicked its tail, and shot upward—vanishing into the darkness above.

Ethan froze. His heart pounded. “What the—where did you go?”

He swam closer to where it had disappeared and spotted a narrow, finger-sized hole in the coral-covered stone. A faint golden light spilled from within. He leaned in, squinting.

Inside, the little golden dragon peeked out, its tiny head cocked to one side. When it spotted him, it lifted a claw and beckoned, as if urging him to follow.

Ethan blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. But when he didn’t move, the little dragon frowned—actually frowned—then gestured more insistently, pointing back into the hole as if to say, Come on, what are you waiting for?

Ethan rubbed his temples in exasperation. “That hole’s the size of my finger, genius. How exactly do you expect me to fit through that?”

Before he could finish grumbling, the dragon zipped out in a streak of gold. With surprising strength, it latched onto his finger with its two tiny claws and started tugging, babbling a string of high-pitched noises that almost sounded like, “I’ll help you get in!”

Ethan nearly laughed from sheer disbelief. He flicked his hand, gently dislodging it. “Yeah, that’s not happening,” he muttered, half amused, half irritated. Then he turned his attention to the rock wall, running his hands along its surface.

There had to be something more—a hidden mechanism, a concealed entrance. That hole… it couldn’t just be a hole.

A suspicion crept into his mind. Could this be the entrance to the bottle?

He pressed closer, feeling the faint hum of energy emanating from within the stone. The golden light pulsed once, almost like a heartbeat.

And then, the rock trembled.