In a gloomy, ancient castle.
Meng Yan slowly sat up from a classical, narrow coffin, his scarlet eyes scanning the surroundings.
He was hungry.
Having just awakened from his slumber, he felt waves of hunger wash over him.
Two canines slowly elongated, and a strong craving for blood filled his heart.
Meng Yan opened his mouth, his lips moving, adjusting his fangs to the most comfortable position.
The moonlight from outside the window shone on his fangs, reflecting an eerie white glow, imbued with a deep chill.
It was time to feed.
The instincts of this body constantly conveyed this message to Meng Yan.
"John!"
Meng Yan growled.
The door opened, and a burly middle-aged man quickly walked into the room.
He was John, Meng Yan's cultivated Blood Servant.
At this moment, he was holding a young man in his twenties.
In the basement of this castle, hundreds of death row inmates from the White Eagle Federation were kept, ranging in age from their teens to their forties.
This young man was one of them.
Currently, his face was flushed, and he was unconscious.
"Baron, please enjoy."
John placed the young man's neck in front of Meng Yan and said respectfully.
A red light flashed in Meng Yan's eyes, and he bit down fiercely, his fangs sinking deep into the blood vessels.
As the sweet blood entered his system, Meng Yan's hunger was greatly alleviated.
The young man's once ruddy face gradually turned pale.
After a long while.
Meng Yan released his mouth, retracted his fangs, and casually picked up the white handkerchief John handed him, elegantly and calmly wiping the bloodstains from the corners of his mouth.
He glanced at the young man, whose face was devoid of color, and frowned.
He had accidentally over-fed, leaving the young man on the verge of death.
"John, deal with him later."
John nodded, saying, "Yes."
He naturally knew what "deal with" meant.
However, even so, he felt no pity for the young man.
Every death row inmate kept in this castle had committed crimes that warranted their death dozens of times over.
After waiting a moment and seeing no other instructions from Meng Yan, John slowly withdrew, taking the half-dead young man with him.
Watching John gently close the door, Meng Yan rose from the coffin and slowly walked to the window.
Gazing up at the bright moon in the night sky, Meng Yan's face was desolate, and he sighed.
Unconsciously, it had been five years since he arrived in this world.
Meng Yan was originally just an ordinary young man on Blue Star.
One night, he simply went to sleep as usual, and when he opened his eyes, he had already become a Blood Clan Baron in this castle.
This planet was named Qingyuan Star.
On the entire planet, there were only three countries: the White Eagle Federation, the Tianlan Sea Country, and the Northern Wilderness Island Country.
On the surface, ordinary people lived normal lives.
But in the shadows, supernatural races like the Blood Clan, werewolves, and demons had existed since ancient times.
Due to the presence of powerful Demon Hunters, these supernatural races had not caused too severe an impact on the lives of ordinary people.
In the impression of most ordinary people, those supernatural races only existed in legends.
The original owner of his body was a Blood Clan Baron named Ryan.
Meng Yan closed his eyes.
In his mind, a pale red blood bead emerged.
This was the Blood Core, the energy core of a Blood Clan.
Inside the Blood Core, besides a large amount of surging blood energy, it was also the seat of the soul.
At this moment, within Meng Yan's Blood Core, a colorless cuboid crystal floated quietly at the very center of the Blood Core.
This was a complete Divinity.
Five years ago, when Meng Yan first awoke, he discovered that his soul had completely merged with this Divinity.
Although Meng Yan was not yet able to fully control the power of the Divinity, he and this Divinity were already inseparable.
It was like a drop of water returning to the sea.
And Ryan's original soul had been completely absorbed by the Divinity, turning into nourishment, which increased Meng Yan's control over this Divinity by a tiny bit.
All of Ryan's memories were also received by Meng Yan.
When receiving the memories, it was like watching a movie; Ryan's entire life flashed before his eyes as a series of images.
Even if he didn't remember some things, a slight recollection afterward would bring those memories back into Meng Yan's mind.
Meng Yan's eyes flickered; this Divinity was clearly closely related to his transmigration.
If he still wanted to return to Blue Star, he would have to completely control this Divinity and unlock all its mysteries.
On Blue Star, his parents were alive, and he had an older brother; if there was a chance to go back, he would naturally do so.
Over these past five years, Meng Yan had spent some time completely taking control of Ryan's body, and now he could freely use the power of a Blood Clan Baron.
For the rest of the time, by studying the Divinity, he had also roughly figured out the benefits the Divinity could currently provide him.
First, after the Divinity absorbed an external soul, he could not only obtain all the memories of the external soul but also increase his control over the Divinity.
However, absorbing the souls of ordinary creatures had almost no effect; only by absorbing the souls of supernatural creatures could he increase his control by a tiny bit.
Secondly, Meng Yan could barely control the Divinity to release a trace of extremely pure energy, thereby increasing his physical strength and Blood Core energy level.
In the future, as Meng Yan's control continuously improved, he would be able to control the Divinity to release more energy or possess other abilities of the Divinity.
When Meng Yan completely controlled the Divinity, that would be the time of his ascension to godhood.
At that time, perhaps Meng Yan would be able to unravel the mystery of his transmigration and find his way home.
Therefore, Meng Yan's only goal now was to find a way to continuously absorb the souls of supernatural creatures and continuously improve his control over the Divinity.
And all of this required powerful strength as a guarantee.
Thinking of this, Meng Yan lay back in the coffin.
Ryan was just an ordinary Blood Clan Baron.
Although he had been a Blood Clan for over a hundred years, he had to provide half of the blood energy from his Blood Core to his sire, Viscount William, every fifty years.
Therefore, for over a hundred years, Ryan's power had remained at the level of a newly born Blood Clan Baron.
This was unavoidable.
Ryan was Viscount William's Bloodline; with their blood bond, Viscount William could easily find his whereabouts.
Ryan's strength was an entire major rank lower than Viscount William's.
He couldn't win in a fight, nor could he escape.
He simply couldn't disobey any of Viscount William's demands.
Meng Yan lay in the coffin, his eyes flickering.
He could now barely control the Divinity, allowing the trace of energy it released to continuously strengthen his physical body and raise his Blood Core level.
Over these past few years, he had almost elevated himself to the pinnacle of the Baron level.
He would spend a bit more time, and once he truly reached the top-tier Baron level, he would go out to hunt supernatural creatures and absorb souls.
There were still ten years until the next time he had to provide blood energy to Viscount William.
Within ten years, he needed to increase his strength to a level where he would not fear Viscount William.
Meng Yan slightly closed his eyes; inside the Blood Core, the Divinity continuously released undetectable traces of energy, merging into the Blood Core and the physical body.
Sleeping allowed him to absorb the pure energy released by the Divinity more quickly.
The long coffin lid slowly closed.
And just then, outside the castle, a wolf howl suddenly echoed.
Awoooo!
Meng Yan abruptly opened his eyes, a trace of anger appearing on his face.