A Peacock Husband of Five Princesses by day, a Noble Assassin by Night-Chapter 206
Its hunger for strength was endless. It drifted closer to the black hole, absorbing more and more power. The black hole tugged at its wings, pulling the enormous creature closer, but Tyranthir resisted with godlike effort.
Fourteen and a half million years crawled by.
Finally, finally, it broke through to 15 circle realm, becoming a colossus over one hundred thousand kilometers long. Its roar shook meteor belts. Its third eye glowed like a star. It still wasn't satisfied. Wanting to become the strongest being in the universe, it tried to consume the black hole itself, and when it approached the singularity while greedily absorbing the energy, at one spot, it started to get overpowered. Instead of escaping, it went on getting absorbed. The gravity tore into its body. Feathers, scales, teeth, bones, everything collapsed inward. The beast was devoured by the very thing it fed on.
And then something impossible happened.
The black hole shuddered.
Its surface warped.
And then, it disappeared, collapsing into a single human figure wreathed in stardust. A young man floated there, naked, glowing faintly with cosmic energy. His face was the exact one Mark saw in the mirror every morning, his past life.
The figure blinked, looking at his own hands in surprise. "I broke through already?" he muttered, turning in the vastness of space. "I wonder how long I've been in here…"
His voice echoed into Mark's mind.
The memory shattered like glass.
And Mark awoke with trembling fingers and a chest tight with awe and fear, feeling the weight of a creature that lived for millions of years… and died in hunger for power.
He whispered into the empty room,
"Tyranthir wasn't a monster… he was the black hole's disciple."
And that disciple…
Was now in his blood.
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Mark snapped awake with a sharp gasp, his body drenched in cold sweat as if he had lived through those millions of years himself. His heart hammered against his ribs, still echoing the roar of the cosmic titan. A series of crisp notifications floated before his eyes, and Ark's calm voice filled his mind:
<< Bloodline Detected: Tyranthir – The Devourer of Black Suns >>
<< Five Bloodline Skills Added >>
Mark wiped his forehead and whispered, almost afraid his own voice might stir something ancient inside him. "So… it's real. Tyranthir's bloodline… inside me."
He leaned back against the wall and stared at his trembling hand. For the first time in a long while, Mark felt the weight of inevitability. Because the memory wasn't just a flashback. It was a roadmap. He remembered the moment the beast died, the exact instant a black hole condensed into a human form. The face was unmistakably his, from his past life. A realization crept over him, sharp and frightening.
"If Tyranthir died and turned into me," he murmured slowly, connecting each thought like pieces of a puzzle, "then I… was the black hole."
His pulse quickened, not out of fear but out of awe. "Did I really go that far back? Did I spend millions, no, tens of millions of years as a singularity, swallowing stars, planets… entire solar systems? Just to break through?" His voice softened as he thought about it. "But if I became a black hole… time wouldn't exist in there. At singularity, time stops completely. Space collapses. So from the outside, billions of years could pass while inside, "
He snapped his fingers. "Instant."
Now it made sense. The scene of his past self awakening with confusion wasn't a coincidence. The past him truly didn't know how long he had existed. If he absorbed cosmic energy from the inside of a black hole… then it was the perfect cultivation method. The kings of the universe, the suns, the black holes, the endless void, they all became his fuel. No wonder he broke through.
Mark exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples.
"After immortality… it's possible. I can breathe in vacuum now. I won't need atmosphere. If I transform myself into a singularity, or evolve into one, I could repeat the same thing. I could go to the end of the universe."
He paused and smiled faintly.
"But maybe… not yet. Maybe I'll do it after I've lived my life properly. After I've watched my children grow, and my grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. When I'm done with everything and there's nothing left to hold me back… maybe then I will go and chase that kind of breakthrough."
He looked back down at the notifications and opened the bloodline panel. Five new skills glowed with crimson and midnight-blue runes. And when he tapped the transformation skill, his eyes widened.
"Tyranthir Transformation: +15.0 Stats," he whispered, shocked. "No ether consumption. No cooldown penalty. Lasts twenty seconds… at my current level."
It wasn't like the other transformations he had obtained before. Those gave a measly +1 stat increase. This one gave a direct +15, an absurd leap that could let him fight near the level of Elder Gods, even in his current realm.
Mark swallowed hard and whispered, "If the power is like Tyranthir… does that mean I'll become planetary-sized for twenty seconds?" The thought electrified him. "This isn't a transformation. This is a disaster waiting to be unleashed."
He checked the remaining skills and frowned a little.
"The other abilities aren't as spectacular," he muttered. "But even if they're simple, the transformation alone is enough. With this… even Hei Zhenyu wouldn't be able to kill me."
He paused and leaned back against the wall again, a dangerous grin spreading across his face.
"And the Emperor… no matter how strong he thinks he is… he's not ready for this."
His voice grew quiet, almost amused.
"If I decide to push, I can force the Heavenly Ocean Empire to its knees."
He stood up slowly, rolling his shoulders as if trying to get used to the new power swirling in his blood. For the first time since arriving here, Mark felt fully in control, not just of his own life, but of fate itself.
"But let's not rush," he chuckled. "One step at a time. I still have a wedding to plan… and a traitorous old man to deal with."
Outside, Frost and Pyro stood guard, unaware of the fact that their master had just gained a power that could reshape the sky itself.
And inside, Mark whispered to himself, eyes glowing faintly with the echo of a cosmic beast:
"Let's see where this road leads."
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Two days later, Mark's residence felt unusually calm for once. The sun was dipping low behind the frosted mountains, the air outside crisp and quiet, while inside the sitting hall, a delicate fragrance of peach-blossom tea drifted around the low table. Mark sat straight-backed on one side, Shang Jiao beside him with her usual gentle poise. On his other side sat Lan Jing, the man who had silently watched Mark grow from the moment he returned to the clan, and now held the official role of his guardian within the family. Opposite them sat Lan Xia, back straight, hands resting politely on her knee, and next to her was her master, and foster mother, Grand Elder Yuxuan, wearing an expression that was neither stern nor warm, but something in-between. It was the atmosphere of a formal family meeting, one that carried old customs and deeper expectations simmering beneath each polite gesture. Frost and Pyro were nowhere in sight; Mark had ordered them to rest in their respective rooms to avoid startling Yuxuan and disrupting the peaceful talk.
Yuxuan took a slow sip of her tea before finally speaking, her voice even and composed. "I know both of you have already decided to marry… and will marry whether I approve or not," she said, her eyes shifting between Mark and Lan Xia. "But I am still Xia's foster mother and her master. I raised her, taught her, protected her, and in our customs that means I am her guardian, the bride's family. So even if you are the Patriarch, Lan Zhen, if you want her to marry you properly, with respect to tradition, then you must answer my questions. Before I give permission, I need clarity about your background, your household, your marriages… and what position my daughter will hold after entering your home."
Lan Xia quietly set her cup down, clearly choosing to let her master take the lead in this conversation. Mark could feel the tension beneath her calm posture, but she kept her face neutral. So Mark answered instead, meeting Yuxuan's eyes directly.
"I will be direct with you, Elder Yuxuan," he said, lowering his cup. "You already know that I come from the mortal realm. I came here with my sister, and the two of us were raised far away from the cultivation world." He paused briefly before continuing with calm honesty. "I have been married twice. My principal wife holds no political authority. My queen consort, my second wife, currently rules in my place as the Empress Regnant. I have a three-year-old son and a daughter who is sixteen months old."
