Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!-Chapter 350: The Ancestral Spirit’s Fury [II]

Ethan had been waiting for the wild boar’s charge. The instant it lunged forward, he didn’t even hesitate. He shouted, "Gate of Ascension... open!"

But the Butcher Tribe’s Ancestral Spirit was simply too massive. Just as Ethan activated the Gate of Ascension, Boom—the wild boar’s enormous snout crashed straight into it.

Even as Ethan kept yelling, "Bigger... bigger... bigger!" the portal couldn’t expand fast enough to swallow the boar’s body. Its head wouldn’t even fit fully inside. Two enormous tusks remained wedged stubbornly against either side of the Gate, straining against the boundary.

This only made the Gate’s ability to enlarge even more sluggish, despite the vines coiling around it.

Snort... snort... squeal... squeal...

The boar, its snout trapped, suddenly seemed to sense something terrifying. It braced its thick forelegs and heaved backward with all its strength, desperately trying to rip its head free.

But there was no way Ethan was letting it escape. He still needed this creature to restore his Soul Energy. He poured every scrap of focus into the technique, driving the suction to its limit. The boar’s condensed form rippled violently, the flesh of its massive head shimmering like disturbed water as it was drawn toward Ethan’s Mindscape.

Yet because those tusks were jammed solid, the Gate of Ascension could only restrain it—it couldn’t pull it in. Ethan’s face grew tense. Maintaining the Gate was rapidly draining the little Soul Energy he’d just recovered. At best, he had ten more seconds before it all vanished again.

Suddenly, a streak of dark light flared along one side of the Gate. Bang! A loud crash echoed out. The boar shrieked in pain as the light was flung aside.

Ethan squinted, then spotted Uncle Jed across the clearing. He had been guarding Dot and her mother but had seen the boar stuck. He’d leapt up and brought his weapon smashing down onto the tusk with all his might. He knew that if they didn’t end this Ancestral Spirit today, none of them were leaving alive.

But he’d underestimated the creature’s strength. Not only was he hurled backward by the impact, the skin between his thumb and forefinger split open, blood dripping onto the dark rifle spear Ethan had given him. His hands trembled uncontrollably. As for the wild boar, it only bellowed in pain—no real damage done.

Uncle Jed landed hard, glaring with unwilling frustration. Yet that single strike sparked an idea in Ethan’s mind. As a druid, he rarely used weapons, and he had nearly forgotten the Twilight War Spear. He quickly reached out with his Soul Sense to the artifact suspended high above the tree crown in his Mindscape.

Whoosh.

As soon as his senses touched it, the spear responded, growing larger as if swelling with the wind. It transformed into a sharp arrow, plunging toward the portal overhead within his Mindscape. But the boar’s enormous snout blocked the way.

The artifact didn’t hesitate. Its three-edged tip pierced straight into the boar’s flesh, slicing through as though it were paper. A heartbeat later, the spear burst out the back of the Ancestral Spirit’s massive head—right at the spot where the skull the Butcher Tribe leader had carried earlier was lodged.

Crack.

The so-called ancestral artifact didn’t survive even a tenth of a second. The Twilight War Spear left a hollow hole behind. But then, eerily, the skull expanded until it seemed enormous, and a shimmering green glow seeped through the gap, slowly repairing the wound.

The spear whirled in the air, then shot straight toward Ethan. He reached out and caught it mid-flight. Buzz. The shaft trembled against his palm, as if vibrating with excitement.

Ethan was startled—a weapon had never responded like this before. But he understood the message clearly: it was asking to fight. It was hungry for battle, and hungrier still for the Soul Energy inside the boar.

He hesitated only a moment before he tossed it forward. "Go."

The spear soared into the sky and burst into a silver streak. It traced a graceful arc before crashing down onto the base of the boar’s tusk. Ethan’s eyes narrowed—it was a perfect overhead strike. The same move Uncle Jed had used earlier, copied flawlessly. Even Uncle Jed, still steadying himself, looked astonished.

Crack.

The tusk split apart. The spear spun, glided to the opposite side of the Gate, and thrust itself into the tip of the other tusk. Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack... A series of splintering sounds rang out.

From tip to base, the tusk shattered into fragments. Though the boar’s body was made of condensed Soul Energy, it still gave off the unmistakable crack of breaking bone.

The pieces dissolved into pale wisps of Soul Energy. Not a trace was wasted—every wisp flowed into the Twilight War Spear. The other tusk soon followed, pulled apart and devoured the same way.

Yet what stunned Ethan wasn’t just the spear’s power, but its attack itself. The way it had clashed point to point—precisely the counterattack Uncle Jed had used. It seemed it could... learn.

Pop.

The instant both tusks fell away, the wild boar’s head was sucked completely into the Gate of Ascension. Ethan jolted to focus, pouring out the last reserves of his Soul Energy. With nothing left obstructing the Gate, it expanded at once. Whoosh. The entire Ancestral Spirit vanished into the portal. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Far across the clearing, Tribe Leader Butcher coughed a spray of blood.

Hiss... hiss... hiss...

His body convulsed, blood pumping out of his mouth in thick gouts. He crumpled to the ground, gasping in disbelief.

"No... no... impossible..."

All around him, the Butcher Tribe warriors were kneeling, faces ashen. "The Ancestral... the Ancestral Spirit... it was taken?"

None of them could believe the invincible creature from their legends had just been captured.

Inside Ethan’s Mindscape, the boar’s enormous body fell from the sky. The Mindscape’s tree crown responded instantly. This time, it wasn’t just a single leaf drifting down. Countless branches sprouted all at once, whipping through the air like chains.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

They skewered the boar before it even hit the ground, pinning it in midair.

The beast roared and thrashed, but every branch dug deeper, greedily devouring its flesh and spirit. The Twilight War Spear slipped back into the Mindscape and floated near the boar’s skull. That skull—the one the Tribe Leader had carried—had grown when the Ancestral Spirit appeared, merging with the boar’s form.

To Ethan, it seemed the so-called Ancestral Spirit was just a mighty wild boar whose Soul Energy had been sealed inside the skull.

But he didn’t know the whole truth. Creating an Ancestral Spirit wasn’t so simple. Tribes with one were usually powerful. Some, like the Butcher Tribe, had once thrived but suffered calamities or defeat and had been forced to wander as exiles. Even so, to retain such a complete Ancestral Spirit was rare beyond measure.

Every Ancestral Spirit was formidable in its own right, though each varied in strength.

Ethan understood little of that. He only knew this was a priceless source of power. Crystal-clear Soul Energy streamed from the branches into his body, coursing through him before it sank into the Mindscape. A thick, pearly mist filled the space, then settled down into the lake of Soul Energy.

He noticed the sapling growing in his Mindscape had thickened a little more, the five branches that mirrored his organs lengthening fractionally.

Overhead, the boar’s body slowly dissolved. At this rate, once it fully decomposed, he would at least regain his former peak state.

Meanwhile, the skull itself was steadily absorbed by the Twilight War Spear. Though it was a physical object, the spear drank it in without hesitation. Along its dark shaft, a line of pure white spread slowly from the tip downward.

With a final glance inward, Ethan withdrew his senses, feeling luminous and almost giddy. He looked across the clearing and grinned.

"I say... old man," he called, "do you have any more pork? Bring two more—if not pork, chicken, duck, or goose will do!"

If Ethan hadn’t spoken, it might have been all right. But as soon as the words left his mouth, Tribe Leader Butcher—who had just stopped spewing blood—gave a strangled wheeze. He vomited another mouthful of dark clotted blood, this time accompanied by a chunk of his own lung.

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