The chaos eventually calmed.
The storms that tore through the skies faded into rain, and the oceans, once boiling, turned tranquil once more.
Yet even in peace, Arin felt… something missing.
His world now pulsed with many kinds of energy — spiritual, elemental, life, blood, and death — yet all of it was scattered, borrowed. The beings within his domain wielded these powers, yes, but none of it was theirs.
It was as though they merely borrowed strength from the world rather than owning it.
Arin thought deeply.
In every story he remembered from his past life, the strongest beings weren't just those who cultivated energy — they carried legacies in their very flesh.
Beasts born with dragon blood, phoenix descendants, mortals blessed by divine ancestry.
He realized what his creation lacked.
Inheritance.
A seed of potential passed through generations — a power written into existence itself.
He looked into the smallest fragments of life — the threads that defined shape, instinct, and form.
In the microscopic spiral of DNA, he saw endless repetition and endless possibility.
"This… this is the code of life itself," he whispered.
Closing his vast awareness, Arin willed Void Energy to weave through the DNA of every living being.
He did not force a change — he simply inspired one.
The spiritual energy within them trembled, then began to coalesce, forming subtle imprints deep inside their essence — the power of bloodlines.
The transformation began slowly.
In the oceans, ancient leviathans gained thicker scales that glowed faintly with the light of the abyss. Their descendants inherited that glow — brighter, stronger, more refined with every generation.
In the forests, predators developed sharper claws, keener senses, and instincts passed directly from parent to child. The plants themselves grew to remember sunlight, some even blooming in darkness.
Even the smallest creatures — insects, birds, and microbes — gained traces of memory in their blood, a reflection of their ancestors' survival.
A new form of energy appeared — subtle yet powerful, flowing through veins and roots alike. Arin could feel it clearly.
It wasn't like spiritual energy or life energy.
It was deeper — innate, connected to lineage and potential.
"The power of blood…" he murmured. "Bloodline energy."
It resonated differently within every creature.
Some species carried affinities for certain elements — flame lizards whose bodies radiated heat, serpents who could channel water essence, eagles who glided on threads of air.
Others bore stranger gifts — regeneration, resistance, speed, or intellect.
Each adaptation was more than evolution. It was inheritance.
Arin watched in fascination as entire ecosystems reorganized themselves. Beasts fought for territory, their bloodlines mutating with each struggle. Forests began to echo with roars and cries of creatures growing beyond mortal limits.
And deep beneath the surface, the spiritual rivers of his world pulsed brighter, feeding these changes — as if the world itself approved.
He could feel his creation growing stronger once again. The more powerful its children became, the faster Void Energy flowed into him, and the more stable the world became in return.
It was a cycle of endless refinement.
Arin smiled faintly. "Now it feels complete. This is how a true cultivation world should be."
His creation now had:
Spiritual Energy — the breath of all life.
Elemental Energies — the diversity of nature.
Bloodline Power — the inheritance of potential.
From chaos had emerged structure.
From energy, purpose.
From life, legacy.
Arin gazed upon the thriving sphere suspended in the void.
The world beneath him no longer felt like a mere experiment.
It was alive — a living, growing, self-perfecting being.
And for the first time, Arin felt something stir deep within his own vast consciousness — a faint, unfamiliar warmth.
Pride.