A farewell
To become a god, one needed to have a strong will, developed even in larger kingdoms. Still, it was not common, as each god was unique in the universe. There could be thousands, but this amount was tiny compared to the total number of living beings.
It took Kayden ten long years to get his first glimpse of the technique behind the blue blood. At this time, he could also convert blood into mana, but it was still a slow process that required a lot of effort.
On any given day, while cultivating normally, a different pressure arose around him. It was similar to that of the archangel Michael. Kayden's spiritual sense identified a black cat very similar to Felix, but this one had golden paws.
"Hello, mortal. I am after Felix. He is a lost member of my race. I wonder when he will awaken from his sacred hibernation?" Kayden finally confirmed her suspicions about Felix's race.