Chapter 273
Atop the stone altar, the mystical Kings'' eptance swirled with unending energy, flowing
ceaselessly into vin''s body. The transformation was intricate.
As the energy melded with his flesh, as the legacy intertwined with his soul, vin''s consciousness
shifted from darkness to light. It was as if he traversed an endless abyss, returning to the ancient
eons of yore, to the crimson age when the race of Man rose to challenge the mighty monsters in a
struggle for dominion. His spirit seemed to merge with that of the First King, reliving the monarch''s
storied life of triumph and adversity—battling through thorns,manding the world, vanquishing
horrid beasts, and taming the great dragons, standing defiant before the Kingdoms. In his journey,
there was sorrow, there was passion, there was madness, there was tenderness. There were plots
and betrayals, the pain of desertion, but also the warmth of loyalty andpanionship in times of
peril.
In an instant—or perhaps a century—vin became the avatar of the First King, experiencing his
sorrows,ughing in the face of betrayals with unbridled passion, and shedding tears for the valor of
loyal hearts.
Was this a dream? Or a life relived? It was real, yet fantastical.
From the First King to the Eighteenth, each sovereign''s distinct life, experiences, personality, and
glory fused with vin. He walked through their lives, felt their triumphs and tribtions, and could
no longer distinguish himself from them.
This was a legacy of power, a transference of belief and Energy, and a baptism of humanity and life.
vin''s physique was transforming, his spirit and soul ascending.
The transformation of his body would usher him into a new realm of Energy, the length of his future
life. The ascension of spirit and soul would grant vin a new perspective and wisdom, the breadth
of life.
The kings'' legacy was not just about the mystery of eternity.
After a long, long time, vin''s heart and blood turned a stunning golden hue!
A heart of gold, blood of gold, it pulsated with endless vitality, holding the secrets of immortality.
Yet the legacy was not over, as vin''s soul continued to retrace the royal history. After his heart
and bloodpleted their metamorphosis, the power of inheritance began to reshape vin''s very
bones. It was his back that mattered most. From his spine to his ribs, all underwent subtle changes
as if to sprout new appendages—Wings of Eternity!
The Chained Spirit, feeling the changes in vin''s body, fell silent. Once, in pursuit of the Kings''
eptance and the ancient secrets, it had left the Celestial Domain of the East, crossing ancient
seas. What was meant to be a simple venture, which went unrecorded among its kin, resulted in
twenty years of confinement, nearly ending its soul in this savagend. And now, the very power
that had nearly destroyed it flowed into another''s body.
The Chained Spirit felt a sudden urge to seize control of vin''s body, to rece his soul. As the
impulse emerged, it was met with a long-lost sensation of searing heat. Its eyes snapped open, the
urge growing stronger.
“Mine! This was meant to be mine! It was this power that ruined my life. I must return to the
Celestial Domain of the East! I must rebuild my flesh and live once more!”
The Chained Spirit was restless. vin, immersed in transformation and legacy, was oblivious to
the crisis brewing within the Energy Core Energy Realm.
But after much struggle, the Chained Spirit did not act. Its existence depended on the
Shadowbringer, and it feared the weapon deeply. It was a tool of dread, wielded by a yer feared
by countless souls.
With a soft sigh, the Chained Spirit closed its eyes.
When vinpleted the lives of the eighteen kings, when his backbones began to form the
semnce of wings, the eighteen colossal statues released a brilliant light and unshackled their
chains.
"Golden Blood! Wings of Eternity! The legacy isplete!"
The chains ttered heavily to the ground, and the stone steps retreated back onto the altar.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.