This kind of advanced magic array can only be inscribed by gray-robed wizards or above, yet the bloodline inheritance allowed Owen Clark to instantly master the drawing method.

The “Abques Fourteen-Pointed Star” is an instinct eternally embedded by the ancestors in the bloodline of the Shapeshifter’s descendants. With the “Fourteen-Pointed Star,” the success rate of bloodline fusion can be increased.

A complex magic array that would make ordinary people dizzy at a glance was drawn on the forehead of the Ural white bear. Owen Clark took a deep breath, sliced open his own wrist, and pressed the wound to the bear’s forehead. At the moment of contact, a burst of blood mist, dazzling like fireworks, exploded on the array, rippling endlessly.

The Ural white bear let out a low, pained howl. Thick blood oozed from every pore, dyeing its snow-white fur crimson. The “Fourteen-Pointed Star” shone with a bright bloody light, emitting a strange fluctuation.

The bear’s blood floated up, slowly forming a blood-red miniature Ural white bear above the “Fourteen-Pointed Star.” It was only palm-sized, yet had an eerie attraction that made Owen Clark unable to look away.

The “Fourteen-Pointed Star” detached from the bear’s head, transforming into a floating planar array, supporting the little blood bear as it slowly rotated.

With each rotation, the array shrank a little, and the blood bear became more and more lifelike, like a pure bloodstone crystal. On the final turn, the “Fourteen-Pointed Star” turned into white light and merged into the blood bear, loading its mysterious effect onto it.

The little blood bear silently roared at the sky, then melted rapidly like snow doused in hot oil, suddenly merging into the wound on Owen Clark’s wrist and entering his body.

Boom—a wave of extreme cold exploded inside him. For a moment, Owen Clark thought he had turned into a block of ice. His bones quickly became brittle in the intense cold, his blood nearly froze, and his organs convulsed wildly.

Owen Clark vomited up a mouthful of stomach acid, his mouth full of the taste of blood, curling up in pain.

The blood vessels under his skin bulged clearly, turning ice blue, as if Owen Clark’s body was crawling with tiny ice-blue snakes. He could hear the whooshing sound of blood rushing through his veins.

“So painful!”

The bloodline fusion of a Shapeshifter not only grants transformation abilities, but fundamentally alters the body’s structure, endowing it with the talents, appearance, and physique of the fused race.

Demacia, however, was not anxious at all, saying leisurely, “Bear with it, I’m helping you.”

An even colder aura swept out from his mind, instantly suppressing the resistance of the white bear’s blood. Every cell in Owen Clark’s body was like a starving man who hadn’t eaten for three days, greedily devouring the essence of the white bear’s blood. He inexplicably felt “full,” every cell cheering with joy. As the devouring continued, Owen Clark’s body began to change.

Owen Clark’s bones made cracking sounds, and with each snap, his body rapidly grew taller and broader, his skeleton expanding, muscles surging like a dragon turning over in the earth, looking like dough being kneaded by a chef.

For the first time, a change appeared on Anthony’s always calm face. In disbelief, he said, “How is this possible? He actually succeeded—that’s a gold-ranked creature!”

The bulging veins on both sides of Owen Clark’s cheeks suddenly burst, but instead of blood, a spray of frost exploded out, quickly condensing on his face into six ice-blue stripes like tiger whiskers, three on each side.

His eyes widened. The color of his left eye remained unchanged, but deep within his right pupil, a flash of crimson appeared, quickly spreading until the entire eye turned into a red crystal color—one blue, one red, two-colored pupils.

Owen Clark’s hair, originally long and jet-black, now gradually shortened, the pure black color turning snow-white, soon becoming a head of short white hair.

This series of strange changes lasted for a full hour.

Finally, the pain gradually faded, and Owen Clark’s expression relaxed, but what followed was an instinctive calling.

Owen Clark’s eyes snapped open, his hair grew, his body expanded, and he quickly transformed into a small Ural white bear, just over three meters tall. But this was because Owen Clark himself was only ten years old; as he grew older, the transformation would become more complete.

A powerful, wild strength surged within him. He felt that in this form, he could defeat ten of his former selves—it was simply a different level. Owen Clark understood in his heart: “This is the power after transformation.”

Owen Clark’s eyes flickered, and he slapped Anthony beside him. Facing the sneak attack, Anthony snorted but didn’t dodge, taking the blow head-on and involuntarily stepping back. In surprise, he said, “Such tremendous strength! It’s more than twice as strong as my transformation at ten years old. The bloodline of a gold-ranked creature is truly formidable.”

Owen Clark released his transformation, finding it as natural as eating or drinking.

After returning to his normal human form, Owen Clark felt a significant boost in his physical abilities. His heart beat several times faster, each beat powerful and vigorous, pumping blood rapidly through his veins, filled with strength, giving him a sense of rebirth.

It was a fascinating feeling.

Demacia’s voice sounded at just the right moment: “A Shapeshifter fusing a bloodline is like turning iron ore into gold ore. Your physical abilities are fundamentally enhanced, but with gain comes loss. As your body’s potential increases, the upper limit for breaking through your physical limits also rises. Half a cup of water and half a bucket of water have the same ratio, but the quantity is vastly different. It will be much harder for you to break through to the Awakening stage, but of course, this means your future potential is greater. That’s a good thing.”

Owen Clark saw his current appearance reflected in the ice crystals inside the cave.