Max sensed bloodline combustion from several directions.

Muffled groans echoed through the isolated spaces. A wave of unstable primordial force shook the chamber. Someone’s aura spiked violently before being suppressed by the training facility. Another person’s bloodline power surged so fiercely that the surrounding runes had to descend like chains to stabilize it.

The chamber was helping them awaken their abilities.

It was also preventing them from being destroyed by those abilities.

Max’s eyes remained closed.

He did not envy them.

His awakening was slower because his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline was at the highest level. If a lower bloodline was like a sealed treasure chest, then his was more like an ancient world locked behind layers of cosmic law.

Forcing it open was not simple. The chamber had to pressure his body again and again, deepen the bloodline combustion again and again, and awaken the hidden ability from the very root of his blood.

On the fifth day, the change finally came.

The golden mist around Max suddenly stopped moving.

The primordial source energy that had been pouring into him like a violent tide became silent for one breath. Then, all of it rushed toward the space between his brows.

Max’s body trembled.

A sharp pain pierced his forehead.

It felt as if something ancient inside his skull was being carved open by fire and law.

His blood boiled.

His soul shook.

His Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline erupted completely.

Golden runes spread across his body, then gathered toward his forehead. The veins at his temples glowed. His eyes turned bright gold for a moment, and the air around him burned with a heat that did not resemble ordinary flame.

Then a vertical line appeared between his brows.

At first, it looked like a thin golden mark.

Then the mark split open.

A third eye opened between Max’s brows.

The moment that middle eye appeared, the entire isolated space became still.

It was not like a normal eye. Its iris was pure gold, but inside the gold were countless tiny primordial symbols rotating in circular layers. At the very center of the eye burned a small flame, calm and sacred, as if it had existed since the earliest dawn of creation.

Max took a slow breath.

He immediately understood something.

This eye was not merely a symbol of awakening.

It was the key.

Only through this middle eye could he activate the true bloodline ability of the Primordial Bloodline. The ability was not like his Black Dragon transformation, which surged through his entire body.

It was not like the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, which released light through his bloodline source. The Primordial Bloodline ability required this eye to open, observe, command, and ignite.

A name appeared naturally in his mind.

Primordial Flames.

The moment the name surfaced, the small flame within the middle eye expanded.

Golden fire appeared in front of Max.

At first, it was only a tiny wisp.

But the instant it appeared, the entire training space trembled.

The flame did not burn like normal fire. It did not rage wildly like the Devouring Flames. It did not consume with hunger like the black flames of his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. It was quiet, pure, and terrifyingly ancient. Wherever it floated, the surrounding laws seemed to become clearer, as though the flame was not destroying reality, but returning it to a more original state.

Max stared at it with deep eyes.

His black flames and the Primordial Flames were complete opposites.

The black flames from his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline were violent, chaotic, devouring, and destructive. They burned with the nature of collapse. They swallowed energy, corroded defenses, consumed vitality, and turned whatever they touched into fuel. They were the fire of a terrifying dragon born from chaos, a flame that existed to tear apart and devour.

The Primordial Flames were different.

They were not gentle, but they were pure.

They carried the aura of origin, refinement, and ancient creation. Instead of simply burning things away, they seemed capable of refining laws, purifying corrupted energy, strengthening bloodline power, and burning through impurities hidden inside a target’s foundation.

If the black flames represented destruction through devouring, then the Primordial Flames represented destruction through returning everything to its original truth.

One flame swallowed.

The other flame refined.

One was dark chaos.

The other was golden origin.

Max slowly raised his hand.

The Primordial Flame drifted above his palm.

The moment it touched his skin, his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline pulsed again, and the middle eye between his brows glowed brighter.

Max felt his connection to the laws deepen. The surrounding primordial energy bent toward him, and even the hidden fragments of ancient law within the training chamber seemed to respond to the flame.

’So this is the ability of the highest-level Primordial Bloodline,’ Max thought.

He understood why it had taken five days.

The others had awakened their own abilities faster, but none of their bloodline reactions had reached this level. His Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline had not given him an ordinary ability.

It had awakened Primordial Flames, a power that seemed to stand at the very core of what the Primordial Race represented.

Power close to origin.

Power close to law.

Power close to the beginning of everything.

The bloodline combustion inside him slowly settled.

Golden fire still moved through his veins, but it no longer felt like a threat. It had become part of him. His body had endured the forced awakening, and his Unholy Trinity Body had accepted the new power without rejecting the others.

The Primordial Flames now existed alongside his black flames, Divine King Punishment, Emotion Severing Path, Dimensional Keeper Legacy, and all his other powers.

Max closed the middle eye between his brows.

The golden flame vanished.

The training space grew quiet again.

But Max knew that the change was permanent.

From now on, whenever that middle eye opened, he would be able to activate the bloodline ability of his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline.

Primordial Flames.

A flame born from origin.

A flame completely opposite to the devouring black fire of his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline.

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