Chapter 1384 Treehouse of his dreams

Chapter 1384 Treehouse of his dreams

Lex returned to a place he had not been to in a short while: the home of the dwarfs in the Midnight realm.

The last time he was here, he had forged Naraka, his sword. It was genuinely a tragedy that Lex was not a wholehearted sword cultivator, because his sword was amazing. Its potential was just as endless as himself, and the stronger sword intent it was bathed in, the faster it would grow even stronger.

As it was, Lex's truly varied array of skills and abilities overshadowed the actual power of his sword. To say that the sword had just as much potential as Lex was a testament to how genuinely absurdly strong it was, considering all that Lex had been through.

In all his time in the cultivation world, Lex had only ever faced a single person who could rival him in the same realm as him: Cornelius. Besides that one, enigmatic king, whose schemes ran deep, whether it was dragons, devil, angels or beings of some other race, none had been able to stand toe to toe with Lex.

The fact that Orin I of the Veevatil mines, the first dwarf of the realm, had the skills to forge such a treasure spoke not only of the immense amount of skill and talent he had, but knowledge as well. Considering that Orin did not have the legacy of the other realms to improve his own treasure manufacturing capabilities, everything he knew was self taught.

In the time that Lex had locked the Inn away, he had studied treasure manufacturing from the dwarf as well, in exchange for giving him an immense amount of knowledge later on. True to his word, once the Midnight realm had been opened again, he had bought countless books, tomes, inheritances, video tutorials and podcasts for the dwarf to go through to expand his knowledge.

Even when Lex returned, the dwarf was still studying, immersed in all things related to forging.

"Old dwarf, I'm borrowing your forge," Lex said, completely aware that Orin probably hadn't heard him. It didn't matter - he was well known here anyway.

Deep in the heart of the mountain, above a flowing river of lava, sat a forge made out of 300 tons of Veevatil - an utter and sheer waste in Lex's opinion. Once forged, Veevatil could not be reforged, so till the end of time, this Veevatil would only exist in the form of this forge.

Maybe Dao Lords could do something about stuff like this, for much like Sovereigns they could reshape reality to their whims, but that was not for Lex to know. Even if they could, why would Dao Lords care about Veevatil?

Though the metal was precious and rare for immortals, it was nowhere near as valuable as a Dao level ingredient.

But as ridiculous as it was, Lex had to admit that the forge technically was awesome, and was an immense aid in treasure manufacturing.

Within the Origin realm, on an frozen planet, seemingly devoid of all life, a wolf suddenly appeared. His appearance was oddly similar to that of Fenrir, almost as if they were from a similar breed, but it seemed to lack a certain, almost imperceptible charm. He also gave off an incredibly powerful aura.

The wolf sniffed the air, and then teleported away, appearing in an underground, abandoned bunker. Or, well, abandoned was not the right word for it, since the bunker still contained the corpses of all who had worked within the bunker.

After the debacle with Sanguis Pluvia, many organizations that had been acting in secret abandoned all their activities, cutting ties and eliminating all loose ends lest their dirty dealings be exposed.

This cloning clinic was one such place, which is why the wolf had to come here personally. A few years ago, it had given countless companies samples of a 99% pure Fenrir bloodline, asking them to try and cultivate a pure 100% bloodline if they could, while he tried to do the same.

Before they could make any substantial progress, many such facilities had been attacked, and now even more had been closed. The wolf was naturally here to retrieve whatever samples the facility had, as well as to look through their research data.

Yet when it arrived, it suddenly smelt a certain scent that stunned it. Its own bloodline, which had ceased growing for so long, suddenly trembled with excitement! There was something within the facility that could help it!

The wolf, at first, thought that the facility had achieved the full 100% blood purity in one of the clones, but when it followed the scent, it discovered that the thing that was exciting its bloodline was not a pure blooded Fenrir clone. No, it was the clone of a human woman!

The wolf was stunned, by the agitation from its bloodline was too great. The wolf was completely unable to stop itself, and broke the clone out of its container and devoured it!

The clone naturally lacked a soul, and had been merely in the mortal realm, yet suddenly the wolf felt a certain hint of warmth! There was hope!

Greed flashed in the wolf's eyes as searched through the entire facility, devouring each of such clones, yet none of them were actually enough. The disparity was too great. But it presented a hope, and so the wolf began to search through the facility's logs and files.

Unfortunately, when whoever ran the facility killed all the facility workers through whatever means they had used, they also erased all the data files that the facility had.

But now that the wolf had had a taste, how could it give up? Since it found these clones in one cloning facility, it would continue to look through more. Chances were high that it would encounter those clones again.

It would be best if the wolf could get a lead on the original. Either way, now that the wolf had devoured the clone, it would find it much easier to pick up its trace across the realm.

The wolf quickly took all the Fenrir clones, and then teleported away, destroying the facility thoroughly before he left. Finding even one of these facilities had been hard to begin with, due to how well they hid, but the wolf would not give up so easily. Not when it finally saw hope for advancement!