In the distant Altus Plateau, within Leyndell, the Royal Capital of the Golden Dynasty. Morgott stood beside the throne, contemplating the current state of the Lands Between. Suddenly, he felt a disturbance and looked up at the sky. It was night, but the land at the foot of the Erdtree was bathed in a light that made it little different from day. Morgott’s gaze pierced through the Erdtree’s dazzling leaves, looking straight into the cosmos. The starry sky seemed as tranquil as ever, yet Morgott could see a blood-red star hanging high above, radiating an eerie light. That is the Formless Mother. Why has She suddenly reappeared among the stars tonight? In the next moment, Morgott had his answer. It was a sun—a sun that should not have appeared in the night sky. Morgott saw it clearly. That sun materialized in the exact location of the blood-red star, completely overwhelming the Formless Mother’s malevolent glow. Witnessing the entire event, Morgott’s eyes widened in profound shock. The name that surfaced in his mind startled him, and he immediately shook his head. That was happening among the stars themselves, and this was a power he could never possibly unleash! Impossible. Absolutely impossible! He refused to believe such a thing was possible. Morgott recalled the blood-red star being devoured by the sun, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He subconsciously gripped the back of the throne. When he came to his senses, he saw that his claws had left deep marks in the wood. Morgott stared at the grooves, lost in thought. The sun hung silently among the constellations, announcing its arrival in a way that defied words. Its light sliced through the darkness like a sharpened sword, each pulse sending an unparalleled shockwave across the Lands Between. Its brilliance was so intense that people instinctively shielded their eyes, fearing to look directly upon something so dazzling. In this sudden incandescence, all things appeared twisted and illusory, as if the very boundary of reality had been warped by this sun. After a cycle of expansion and collapse, the sun finally vanished from the night sky, as if everyone in the Lands Between had shared the same dream. When it was over, only the blood-red star remained, its light now dim and faded, proving that what had transpired was no illusion. This sun, which should never have appeared over the Lands Between, became a legendary miracle. It was extolled by the poets and painters of later generations, and prophets, glimpsing the threads of fate, uttered their prophecies. Ultimately, it came to be seen as the omen of the coming "Age of the Sun." Within the Mohgwyn Dynasty, the boundless lake of cursed blood had dwindled to a thin layer, barely deep enough to cover a person’s ankles. The cursed blood giant once controlled by Mohg was nowhere to be seen, and Mohg himself was half-dead. He lay slumped against a rock, his body disintegrating. The sun’s power lingered within him, making it impossible to heal. His eyes had been instantly incinerated the moment he gazed upon the sun in Bai Shi’s hand. He was now completely blind, forced to rely on his heightened senses and the cursed blood to perceive his surroundings. The feeling of helplessness was even worse than his time spent in the dark sewers. Mohg was utterly lost, his body trembling, his spirit shattered. Never in his life had he faced such peril, never had he brushed so closely against death. The shadows of his childhood rushed back, and Mohg was now as helpless as a child. A moment ago, as that light had drawn near, his very flesh had evaporated, and he had been powerless to resist. Mohg finally came to his senses. How was he still alive?! In the midst of his terror, a warmth enveloped him, gradually calming him and restoring his composure. Mohg felt himself cradled in the embrace of the Formless Mother, all his anxieties soothed. The Formless Mother possessed no structure one could call arms; if anything, Mohg was simply lying in a pool of flesh. But Mohg knew. His mother was embracing him, embracing her unworthy child. He understood now. It was his mother's power that had saved him from the fatal attack. ‘Yes, Mother is still by my side.’ Feeling Bai Shi and the others continue their assault on him and his mother from outside her embrace, Mohg’s rage ignited. His broken body began to mend, but his eyes remained destroyed. It didn’t matter. Those glittering golden eyes were a symbol of the lineage he despised anyway. Thorns of blood sprouted from within his eye sockets, piercing the useless orbs. The golden eyes, the innate symbol of a demigod, shattered into fragments. He had severed all ties with his former self, reborn. Mohg took a deep breath and let out a roar that was almost a sob, as if to vent all the bitterness from his heart. The Omen son born of Marika was truly dead... Now, he was the Lord of Blood of Mohgwyn! He was his mother’s child! As long as his mother was by his side, he was invincible! —— Bai Shi’s expression was grim. He condensed a spear of sunlight in his hand and hurled it forward. Illuminated by the sun’s power, the Formless Mother’s figure was momentarily revealed. It was nothing more than an unremarkable tide of flesh, constantly churning and writhing, with nothing divine about it. Yet this mass of flesh, at the mere cost of having a portion of its body ablated, had easily absorbed Bai Shi’s spear of sunlight. Looking at the formless silhouette that swirled around Mohg, enclosing him completely, Bai Shi felt a chill run down his spine. Just before his fatal, Fengling Yueying-enhanced attack had detonated, the Formless Mother had intervened again. It was precisely because of her interference that he had lost the chance to finish Mohg while his will to fight was broken. Bai Shi could feel that the power he had unleashed had been consumed by the Formless Mother. The sun had ultimately exploded among the stars. Using the Mohgwyn Sacred Spear to tear a rift in space-time, the Formless Mother had somehow managed to transport the sun away from the Lands Between. But she certainly didn’t have time for any further maneuvering; transferring it was the absolute limit of what she could do. That sun, amplified by Super Damage, had surely inflicted irreversible harm upon her as well. Bai Shi looked at the Formless Mother enveloping Mohg. The formless silhouette had become incredibly faint and ethereal, as if it could barely maintain its shape. If this part of her body, which had only been hit by the aftershock, was in such a state, what must her main body, which had faced the astonishing energy directly, look like? To go to such lengths for an adopted son she picked up in the Lands Between? No matter. It was impossible to fathom an Outer God with human logic. The priority now was figuring out how to deal with Mohg. By now, Mohg was already back on his feet. Bai Shi frantically unleashed his mana, converting it into the power of the sun. Currently, only the sun’s power was effective against the Formless Mother, capable of revealing her form and inflicting damage. Melina, too, ceased using the Black Flame. Instead, she wreathed her short blade in golden fire and sent out a series of slashes. Ashmi also unleashed her strongest attacks, but all their efforts had little effect. The Formless Mother’s defense was too tenacious. Weaker attacks were simply ignored, while powerful ones were instantly transferred to her main body among the stars. Meanwhile, the Formless Mother was still surging forth from the void through the Mohgwyn Sacred Spear, replenishing her form and protecting Mohg. No matter how Bai Shi and the others attacked, they couldn’t break through the barrier created by the Formless Mother. They could only watch as Mohg transformed. Watching Mohg, with blood thorns growing from his eye sockets, Bai Shi felt something was different. Mohg’s very essence seemed to have changed. Having risen to his feet, Mohg lifted the Mohgwyn Sacred Spear, and the blood-red Great Rune manifested before him. In the next moment, all the remaining cursed blood in the dynasty surged toward the sacred spear. “Not enough... Still not enough...” “People of my dynasty, become my strength!” “As I promised, I will carry your will and build a dynasty that belongs only to us!” “So, give me your blood!” Mohg roared and raised the sacred spear higher. On the cliffside path, along the road to the mausoleum, within the dynasty temple—every creature in the Mohgwyn Dynasty that had been blessed with cursed blood felt the summons. Whether living or dead, they all sensed their king’s need. They tore open their own bodies, letting the cursed blood flow freely as they cried out for the glorious, yet-to-be-realized dynasty—Mohgwyn! A crimson mist swept through the air, carrying their power to Mohg. The cursed blood continuously converged on Mohg’s raised spear, and through it, came into contact with the power of the Formless Mother. Bai Shi’s expression grew heavy. Was he trying to heal the Formless Mother? No, this small amount of cursed blood couldn’t possibly alleviate the damage she had sustained. Compared to a star, what did this amount to? Whatever Mohg and the Formless Mother were planning, with her defenses surrounding him, there was no way to interrupt them. At this point, Bai Shi had given up trying to break the Formless Mother’s shield and began to replenish his own energy instead. Experience told him that Mohg was definitely powering up for a transformation, about to enter phase three. If he pulled out something like ‘Limit-Break Mohg’ or ‘God-Mohg,’ things would get ugly. But the most frustrating part was that the Formless Mother was protecting Mohg too well. With her ability to teleport, even using Fengling Yueying again might not work. After downing two Flasks of Cerulean Tears, Bai Shi began stacking various buffs on himself. The sense of danger grew increasingly intense, compelling Bai Shi to speed up his preparations. Melina once again summoned a small golden tree, preparing for the impending battle. Bai Shi glanced at Melina, considering telling her to get away. But then he reconsidered. With the Formless Mother involved, was there anywhere in this dynasty that could be considered truly safe? “Melina, stay close to me later. I’ll protect you.” Melina nodded, her frantic heart calming down. The Mohgwyn Sacred Spear had finally gathered enough cursed blood. Now, that blood surged into the void, entering the conduit between the Lands Between and the Formless Mother’s domain among the stars. In the next instant, an incredibly heavy, ancient presence descended—an aura so powerful that just feeling it made one’s body and soul tremble. The cursed blood had become a vessel, bearing the Formless Mother’s power, and now it returned. The blood, now carrying the Formless Mother’s might, rained down from the sky, landing on the blood-red Great Rune before Mohg. After being doused, the Great Rune slowly dissolved into the blood, which then flowed into Mohg’s body. Only then did Mohg begin to absorb the immense power contained within. Mohg spread the wings on his back once more. His black, feathered wings had been destroyed in the previous fight, leaving only a scorched skeleton. Now, blood flowed over them, forming broader, bat-like wings of blood. His frame grew more muscular. The Crucible horns on his body grew longer and more twisted, forming a grotesque crown on his head along with the blood thorns. He had received the Formless Mother’s gift— A portion of Her Divine Essence. At this moment, the Great Rune, reforged with the Formless Mother’s aid, was now truly his to command. Now, he was the true “Lord of Blood,” having transcended the level of demigods to reach the status of a true king. The Formless Mother had given him the courage to continue the fight and the power to annihilate Bai Shi and his companions. As Mohg completed his metamorphosis, the barrier the Formless Mother maintained around him slowly dissipated. The mother released her child from her embrace. She now believed Mohg possessed the strength to face the world on his own. Mohg exhaled a long breath, a plume of blood-tinged mist escaping his lips. “Bai Shi, all of this leaves me with rather complex feelings.” “If it weren’t for you, perhaps I never would have come to truly understand my mother’s heart.” “Before, I was always fixated on my status as one who was abandoned and loathed.” “Even in my revulsion, I never forgot that I was a child of Queen Marika.” “But now, I have completely severed my ties with her.” “All thanks to you for killing my former self.” “Therefore, allow me to grant you an honorable death.” Mohg’s expression was placid as he calmly pronounced Bai Shi’s death sentence. Now, his sole target was Bai Shi. Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥 With his rebirth, all previous grudges had been extinguished. Ashmi, who had once offended him, no longer mattered. Melina, born of Marika, also no longer mattered. Only Bai Shi, who had offended his mother, was a target that must be eliminated. Mohg raised his sacred spear and brandished it. Bai Shi immediately tensed, ready for anything. However, no power emanated from the spear—not even bloodflame or cursed blood. It looked as though Mohg was simply making an empty, furious gesture. But Bai Shi didn’t dare underestimate it. The more inexplicable the move, the harder it often was to defend against. After a few seconds, Bai Shi, still on high alert, suddenly felt something was wrong with his body. He felt inexplicably weak. In the next moment, a blood-drenched arm burst out from his chest.