# Chapter 50: Kaven's Transition
Between drowsiness and consciousness, she felt a warmth.
In a daze, Black awakened from her brief vertigo, and then quickly realized that this was no longer the dark, scorching Sixth Abyss, nor did the air carry that nauseating, rotting stench that even a dragon found sickening. She blinked in confusion, looking at the unfamiliar canyon formed by layers of sedimentary rock and the strange earth before her, feeling that things had exceeded her expectations.
Who am I? Where is this? What am I supposed to do?
Her limbs were too numb and sore to move for now. In her haze, Black tried to stand, but her body remained completely still. However, she discovered that she was currently lying on a spread-out white carpet, and the surrounding environment wasn't entirely unfamiliar either. She had a vague impression that she had been here before, not long ago.
After confirming that her body's condition was due to muscle tears caused by excessive acceleration, Black finally had the energy to pay attention to other things. She wearily scanned her surroundings and discovered two unexpected figures.
From the side-lying perspective of the black dragon girl, upon the brown rocky earth, two humans were conversing. One was an old mage, neatly dressed, appearing to be around sixty or seventy years old. One of his eyes was a crystal prosthetic, fitted with a monocle. The other, younger mage looked much younger, with an artist-like long ponytail. The aura emanating from this strange pair was unusually peculiar. The black dragon girl couldn't tell whether they were powerful, but her instinct told her that these two were friends, not foes. Judging by the scent, the blanket beneath her was probably provided by them as well.
But where had Master gone?
Not dwelling too much on this question, after listening to a bit of their conversation, the black dragon girl nearly dozed off again. Things like "space-time axes," "subspace channels," and "world membranes" were not merely difficult for her to understand—they were utterly incomprehensible. She had only occasionally heard similar things from Miss Number Three at the Lord's Manor. Back then, Miss Number Three would always wear a serious expression, muttering over some strange runes, and would forcibly explain the principles to her.
The result went without saying. How could a black dragon whose mental age and physical age didn't exceed ten years old understand such things? Of course, she could only blink her big eyes and occasionally nod to indicate that what was being said was correct. Miss Number Three would look deeply convinced, and then continue with her own research.
Listening to the two mages' serious discussion, just as Black was truly about to fall asleep again, she suddenly forced herself to stay alert and listen to their words. Because, accompanied by a sudden burst of light and heat from the sky, the two old mages stopped their previous topic. They looked up, gazing at the sky tinged with a hint of blood-red amidst the darkness, and spoke the name the girl cared about most.
"Baniel, what do you think of Count Radcliffe as a person?"
Upon the brown rocky earth, William temporarily paused his discussion with his friend about the direction of the space-time currents and posed another question completely unrelated to the previous topic. This seemingly young bard rubbed his eyes, his tone slightly grave.
"Hard to say, my friend."
And Baniel also rubbed his eyes. He even took out his crystal prosthetic eye, a series of silver-gray runes appearing in his hand as he repaired this precious magical artifact that had begun to crack. The old mage's tone was equally serious. While fitting the roughly repaired prosthetic eye back into its socket, he carefully chose his words and cautiously replied: "I can only say that he is very different from ordinary people... He doesn't resemble a newly ascended Legendary at all. If I didn't know his exact age, I might even think he was our contemporary."
"Indeed." William nodded in agreement. He narrowed his eyes, looking at the blood moon in the sky, which for some reason was shining ever more brightly, and said calmly: "When ordinary people advance to Legendary, most need years of secluded meditation. Neither you nor I were exceptions back then. Unless it's someone like Nostradamus, who could have advanced long ago but didn't try for various reasons—that's a different matter. He had decades to speculate and calculate the situation and possibilities after advancement... But a Legendary under thirty years old—how could he have enough will and experience to face the change in his own life form?"
"Among our group back then, quite a few touched the edge of Legendary."
Recalling the past, Baniel lowered his head, no longer looking at the sky. His voice carried a hint of nostalgia: "Some succeeded, some failed. But those who succeeded didn't necessarily succeed to the end, and those who failed all died without a burial place... Many would become lost because they were no longer human, and some would become inflated because of the power of their life form."
"Power brings change and imbalance. And in this regard, that Northern Count has shown no signs of any flaw. He seems to have been born this way, without the slightest discomfort with 'power.'"
"A guess, Baniel." After a moment of silence, the legendary bard suddenly spoke: "Perhaps in that ruin..."
William didn't finish his sentence.
Because the blood moon in the sky burst forth with radiance. Both legendary mages and the black dragon girl simultaneously shifted their attention, looking toward the distant heavens.
And in the black sky, Joshua was slowly approaching the increasingly transformed blood moon.
Back when he had come to the Bloodmoon Abyss with Loranda, Saya, and Robzek, the crimson star hanging in the sky had been silent and cold. Upon that deep red liquid surface, there hadn't even been a single ripple caused by wind. The black dragon Mandagar, with the help of the Sixth Abyss Lord Goliath, had performed a Chaos ritual here, intending to open a passage between the Bloodmoon Abyss and the Mycroft Continent, allowing numerous blood dragons to support the war against the Seven Sacred Mountains. Joshua remembered all of this clearly, every detail.
He knew well that back then, the blood moon had held no warmth whatsoever. The temperature of the liquid within it was near zero degrees, close to freezing. But now, everything was completely different.
Standing in the void several dozen kilometers from the blood moon, Joshua gazed at this liquid star before him, which was releasing astonishing crimson light, spreading warmth and illumination like the sun. Great doubt arose in his heart. He could understand that the blood moon contained extremely vast energy—after all, Mandagar had used its power to perform the Chaos ritual back then—but he couldn't understand why, in such a short time, the Bloodmoon Abyss had undergone such tremendous change.
Could it really be because of the Blazing Sun Flash he had used back then? But that made no sense. Unless this blood moon was alive and could learn his techniques?
Sensing something, Joshua suddenly reached out and grabbed a tiny fragment from the void beside him. He lowered his head to examine the golden-orange gem particle in his palm, then slightly furrowed his brow.
"A fragment of the Fusion Core Star?"
He murmured in confusion: "This thing..."
Joshua wasn't particularly surprised that a fragment of the Fusion Core Star had appeared here. Back when he had used the massive Fusion Core Star lent by Israel to the Church of the Seven Gods to unleash the Blazing Sun Flash, blocking the teleporting blood dragon army, many parts hadn't reacted at all—they had merely been shattered by the tremendous impact. At that time, at least tens of millions of tiny Fusion Core Star fragments had been floating in the void. It wasn't strange that a small portion happened to pass by him now.
But the warrior wasn't puzzled by this point. A hint of silver light flickered in his eyes as Joshua scanned the surrounding expanse of space. Immediately, patches of orange-red light lit up in his Steel Vision. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Good heavens, so many!"
In his energy vision, Joshua could see countless lights representing Fusion Core Star fragments, converging like a river flowing into the sea from every corner of the Bloodmoon Abyss. They were scattered like stars, forming a crimson river, all plunging into this massive liquid star. Every second, a small number of Fusion Core Star fragments were absorbed and assimilated within the blood sea, and the blood moon's radiance grew brighter bit by bit as a result.
Without a doubt. The current transformation of the Bloodmoon Abyss was precisely due to the reaction caused by the fusion of the Fusion Core Star and the blood moon. Joshua didn't know the principle, but he could sense that the star before him was calling for him to approach. A faint fluctuation pulsed in the depths of the warrior's heart, wanting him to take another step forward.
Joshua was certainly not the type to casually follow his instincts. But he also knew that if he wanted to understand the cause of all these changes, he had to approach the blood moon. Moreover, for some reason, the warrior didn't sense any danger from it. All his premonitions, instincts, and observations told him that the Bloodmoon Abyss was now as safe as his own home.
Joshua trusted his own strength. Although he was very tired from his battle with Haier Mu, and the quality of his combat form had lost nearly two-thirds, even the remaining portion was enough for him to tear through space and take Black into the void. Even though he didn't know the way back to the Mycroft Continent, by then, even an Abyss Lord would find it extremely difficult to locate him.
So, after preparing for a moment, he flew again, approaching the blood moon.
The crimson sea grew increasingly vast in his vision, until the spherical celestial body transformed into a wall-like plane, filling his entire field of view. Joshua slowly descended onto the surface of the blood moon. He sensed a faint gravity, about one-eighth of the Mycroft Continent's. Though negligible, it proved that the star's mass was sufficient to deserve the name. The warrior didn't pause. He directly bent down, reached out, and without hesitation touched the crimson sea surface, scooping up some liquid.
The blood water was warm. Not foul-smelling, but like water with no taste at all, the red liquid was no longer cold as before. It had a temperature of about twenty degrees. It swayed in the warrior's palm, emitting faint specks of light. Joshua didn't sense any evil or filthy aura from it. On the contrary, the blood moon seawater contained normal positive energy, something that should never appear in the Abyss. This unexpected discovery shocked Joshua, making him lower his head to look at the sea surface.
The sea surface shimmered with faint light. The radiance illuminating the entire Bloodmoon Abyss emanated from the depths of the seabed, seemingly from the planet's core. After thinking for a moment, Joshua decisively prepared himself. A layer of deep red light surrounded his body, and the next instant, he dove into the blood sea, advancing toward the very center of the star's core at a speed that even the swiftest fish couldn't match.
Vaguely, Joshua could hear a voice. This voice was faint and gentle, as if newborn.
"Creator..."