In the stillness of the evening, Wang Xuan and Zhao Qinghan lay side by side amidst a bamboo grove. Through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, they could glimpse fragments of the starry sky, each star shimmering with its soft, silvery light. 0

Not far from them, Grandmaster Ma glowed with an ethereal aura. His pristine white wings, kissed by the moonlight, were expanding and adorned with a faint golden hue. But something peculiar caught their eyes - blood dripped from the base of his wings, and mystic symbols, resonating with a demonic force, were emerging. These intricate symbols spread densely across the expansive wings and even half of the creature's body.0

Both Wang Xuan and Zhao Qinghan approached the Grandmaster with heightened curiosity. It was evident that Grandmaster Ma was undergoing a powerful metamorphosis. His wings had grown significantly, stained with blood and bearing the mysterious symbols. "He's nearly reached his optimal state, almost seventy to eighty percent there," Wang Xuan remarked, visibly impressed. "If he continues growing like this, thanks to the four demonic fruit cores, he'll be even more formidable than others of his kind. He's awakened the bloodline of his demonic ancestors, and their symbols are now manifesting!"0

The shimmering gold now enveloped both Grandmaster Ma's wings and the half of his body covered in symbols. Zhao Qinghan, taken aback, commented, "Considering how powerful his bloodline seems, could he possibly...0