The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

The man, who Sam had just transformed into a brand new supernatural being, knelt before him with utmost respect and admiration, as if he would dedicate his life to him.

"Not only have you been reborn into a new, ferocious kind of supernatural being, but you have also gained the ability to cultivate. I wonder what you could possibly give me in return," Sam said, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized the young man before him.

"Is my life good enough for you, my king?" the man replied, his voice resonating with a deep, stern tone.

Sam analyzed the creature before him with a curious expression, intrigued by this new supernatural creation he had brought into existence just moments ago.

This being was unlike any other supernatural creature out there.

Sam had utilized his powers as the progenitor of Lycans and Phoenixes, combining their traits to forge a new entity - a being possessing the physique of a werewolf and the regenerative abilities and fiery attributes of the phoenix.

This was the Hellhound, a creature born of the depths of hell.

"I don't need your life. Just get stronger. The system will let you know when your power is needed. Until then, go and enjoy your newfound abilities," Sam instructed.

"I will do as you say, my king," the young man, named Sarath, replied respectfully. But before he could depart, Sam halted him, a memory surfacing in his mind.

"By the way, as your progenitor, only I can create more like you. As a noble Hellhound, you have the ability to create plebeian hellhounds, and I grant you full freedom to do so," Sam declared.

His gaze turned slightly cold, sending a shiver down Sarath's spine.

"Remember, I created you. I can destroy you and take everything from you. Don't become arrogant or do anything foolish that might anger me."

You can seek revenge if you wish, but do not harm the innocent in the process," Sam warned sternly, his authority unyielding even without invoking his progenitor power.

"I understand, my king," Sarath replied, his voice tinged with fear, before scurrying away like a frightened animal, disappearing from sight.

Sam then turned his attention to the remaining six individuals, all in similar circumstances - with little future in cultivation and destined for a meaningless demise.

"You all can attain power as well. I want an answer now. You can either spend your lives under my rule, becoming the strongest individuals in the world, or continue leading the same existence you have until now, destined to perish within a few short years," Sam proclaimed, lounging comfortably on his throne, his demeanor regal and commanding.

The six people exchanged glances in silence, while Helena, Lorraine, and Ava, seated at the table, sipped tea calmly, observing Sam with interest as they engaged in their own conversation.

"My king, I offer my life," one of the six men knelt down, delivering his answer.

Following him, the remaining five people, one by one, kneeled and gave their responses as well.

Sam's lips parted to form a small grin filled with satisfaction. "Other than you, the remaining can go for now."

Sam pointed at one of the guys randomly, then sent the others back to the room one of the servants had prepared for them.

After they left, he looked at the one who stayed behind.

He had brown hair and appeared to be in his early twenties.

He looked like a commoner, and Sam couldn't feel even a single ounce of spiritual energy from him.

"What's your name?" Sam asked.

"K-Konan," the commoner replied.

Sam didn't answer; instead, he pointed his finger at the commoner, and a single drop of blood emitting a light blue energy leaped from his finger and landed on Konan's forehead before being absorbed into his bloodstream, just like before.

Without a second thought, Sam made a simple cutting motion with his hand, and the commoner boy dropped to the ground dead in an instant.

After a few seconds, a blue aura began to emanate from Konan's dead body, as the temperature in the throne room began to plummet.

Every single moisture in the room started turning into ice.

His entire dead body became covered in pure ice, and then an ice dome formed over his crystallized body.

Cracks appeared on the ice dome before it burst into a thousand pieces. In its place stood a man with a pale complexion.

His hair had turned pure ice white, even his eyes were white, and his skin was covered in ice-blue scales.

He emitted a feeling very similar to a Qilin but at the same time, it felt different.

In fact, he was actually a Qilin, but of the Ice variant - the first of his kind, a Noble Ice Qilin.

From the Qilin progenitor, there had always been Lightning Qilins.

The progenitor never bothered to create more beings of pure elements.

Like the Lightning Qilins, who had physiques perfect for creating and manipulating lightning, they could turn into the element themselves.

Right now, Sam had just created the first Ice Qilin.

He possessed the physique ideal for the creation and manipulation of ice, and if he grew stronger and learned to control his power, he might even turn into the ice element himself.

"Get up, you are the first Ice Qilin, a noble one at that," Sam said, smiling without changing his position as he sat on the throne.

"My lord, what do you want me to do? I will be your sword and shield," Konon said, his entire body glowing with the power of the ice element.

"Go away now. I have to talk with my wives about something important," Sam ordered, slightly using his Qilin progenitor power to forcefully send Konon away from the throne room.

Then he turned his face to his wives: Helena, Lorraine, and Ava. They blushed a little when they heard him refer to them as his wives.

"What is it, son? You wanted to talk to me about?" Helena asked with curiosity.

"There are some people who you should definitely meet, and frankly, you guys should keep them under your eyes because they are going around causing the gods to become nervous. They sensed a divine power of unbelievable scale," Sam glanced in a particular spot where there was actually nothing visible.

However, Sam could sense the four figures hiding with an invisibility cloak that only he could detect in the universe, because their ability was too strong.

"Who are you talking about, dear? I don't understand," Lorraine asked with a confused expression.

Instead of answering her, Sam looked at the particular spot before pointing his finger and activating his devouring ability, which sucked off some kind of energy that had been used to make something invisible and undetectable.

When the energy was completely sucked in, what became visible were four teenage girls sitting at tables with all kinds of tasty delicacies.

Some of them were being put into their mouths, and it was like an endless canal that sucked everything thrown its way.

The four teenage girls bore striking similarities that unmistakably marked them as related.

Each shared a distinct feature that hinted at their familial bond, despite their differences.

The eldest of the group possessed icy white hair and piercing blue eyes, exuding an air of maturity and wisdom beyond her years.

The second girl, with her scarlet hair and vivid green eyes, bore a striking resemblance to a younger version of Amelia Scarlett, the vampire wife of Sam.

The third girl possessed silver hair and eyes of the same hue, reminiscent of a younger Lenora Fenrir.

Lastly, there was the girl with golden hair, her blue eyes crackling with flickers of lightning, adding a touch of electric energy to her appearance.

Unaware that they had been discovered, the girls continued to indulge in the delicacies before them, their enjoyment evident, though their culinary skills were clearly lacking.

Sam, observing them with affection, couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight.

He longed to rush to them, enveloping them in hearty hugs and showering them with love and affection.

Ava, puzzled by their presence, couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that washed over her.

Lorraine and Helena, too, sensed a connection but struggled to place where they had seen the girls before.

Just as the realization dawned on them, the girls turned, their expressions shifting into a mix of sheepishness and excitement.

"Hi!" The golden-haired girl waved eagerly, breaking the tension.

Sam, with a dramatic flourish, introduced them, "Meet my lovely daughters from the future."

Helena, Lorraine, and Ava stood frozen, their mouths agape as if their tongues might tumble out.

For a moment, their minds struggled to comprehend what they had heard, or perhaps, to grasp what Sam had actually said.

Then, like a sudden bolt of lightning, realization struck—they had indeed heard correctly.

"What the hell?" Lorraine exclaimed, her shocked expression accompanied by a hand clutching her head in disbelief.

"I don't know if I should be shocked or what... I don't know," Ava responded, her confusion palpable in her tone.

Meanwhile, Helena simply rolled her eyes, a tired expression etched on her face, as if she had seen it all before.

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