Fusing with the Dragon God's Heart

Most of the bones had completely petrified, turning grayish white, but here and there were bones of a darker hue, some even bearing a faint luster. Clearly, they had belonged to more powerful beings in life, and traces of their might remained despite the passage of time.

After walking for about half an hour, the ground ahead began to rise gently, forming a gradual slope.

At the top, the mist seemed thicker, and the outline of an enormous shadow was faintly visible.

"There..." Feng Xiu's gaze sharpened.

The outline gave him an entirely different feeling from the bones scattered around it. It was more complete, and more... weighty.

He calmly climbed to the top of the slope.

The sight before him left even Feng Xiu silent.

It was not a mountain, but the remains of a giant dragon... vast beyond imagination!

It lay prone upon the broad earth. The curve of its back alone rose over a hundred meters high, and its length stretched beyond sight, like a true mountain range!

Its bones were a weighty, ancient-looking dark yellow, like the purest crystallization of the earth, their surfaces covered in profound natural patterns.

Though an unknown number of years had passed since its fall, the skeleton still radiated a towering, terrifying pressure, immovable as a mountain. It was as if the skeleton itself were part of the land, bearing a weight of ten thousand jun.

"This is... the Mountain Dragon King?"

Feng Xiu recalled Feng Ling's twenty years of memories.

The shape and pressure of these Dragon King remains vaguely matched those of the Mountain Dragon King from legend, who had controlled mountains, rivers, and the earth.

These were undoubtedly the remains of the Mountain Dragon King, one of the Nine Sons of the Dragon God, who had governed the earth element and strength.

So complete and so vast, the skeleton formed a world of its own even in death, suppressing a portion of Dragon Valley.

On the open ground before the Mountain Dragon King's skull, which was as large as a small hill, a small, hazy mass of multicolored light seemed to float silently.

The light was so faint that it seemed a gust of wind could scatter it, but the presence it radiated drew Feng Xiu's attention!

It was a will that surpassed the Mountain Dragon King's remains: more ancient, more primordial, and more... sorrowful and incomplete.

Though faint, it seemed to resonate with the entire Dragon Valley, faintly answering the lingering presences of all the dragon bones.

The Dragon God's remnant soul?

The corners of Feng Xiu's mouth lifted slightly.

Even a single wisp of the Dragon God's remnant soul held an unimaginable opportunity.

At the same time, it was certainly one of the most dangerous existences in Dragon Valley. The consequences of approaching it rashly were impossible to predict.

Feng Xiu did not care.

The area around the Mountain Dragon King's remains was relatively open. Apart from the mass of multicolored light, there was nothing else unusual.

But the draconic pressure and earth-element energy filling the air were so dense they could hardly disperse. With every breath he took, his body felt a little heavier.

He then stepped forward, walking slowly toward the Mountain Dragon King's skull and the floating mass of multicolored light.

With every step closer, the pressure around him increased.

The Mountain Dragon King's skeleton seemed to come alive, an invisible gravitational field bearing down to crush him.

The sorrow and majesty radiating from the multicolored light struck his Sea of Consciousness directly.

Feng Xiu walked toward the top of the slope, and the ground beneath his feet sank a little with every step.

"The Mountain Dragon King's strength in life was probably close to the God King level."

Fortunately, the Mountain Dragon King had fallen long ago, and this gravitational pressure was nothing much to Feng Xiu.

He soon reached the top of the slope.

He stood less than three steps from the mass of multicolored light.

The light was faint. Amid its shifting colors, a vaguely dragon-shaped outline could be made out, curled up like a little snake in its nest.

A voice drifted out of the light, halting and broken.

"Dragon from beyond... that you could reach this place shows that your dragon bloodline is sufficiently pure."

Feng Xiu did not rush to reply. He listened.

"I am willing to grant you the Dragon God's Heart."

"When the time comes, fight your way into the Divine Realm and avenge me."

Feng Xiu looked at the mass of light, considered for two breaths, then spoke slowly. "This emperor accepts your request."

The light trembled, and the multicolored mist parted to either side, revealing a fist-sized orb at its center.

It was translucent, with threads of light in nine colors flowing within it and a dragon-shaped phantom circling inside.

Feng Xiu reached out and seized the Dragon God's Heart.

The instant he grasped it, a vast will poured into his body through his meridians.

That will carried resentment, unwillingness, and hatred buried for who knew how many years, and it tried to burrow into his Sea of Consciousness.

Feng Xiu frowned. Dark purple Spiritual Power pressed back through his meridians in the opposite direction, blocking the will outside.

"This emperor agreed to avenge you, not to let you ride on this emperor's head."

The will struggled a couple of times before Feng Xiu suppressed it.

Feng Xiu began refining it, wrapping layer upon layer of Spiritual Power around the Dragon God's Heart and gradually stripping away the remaining will, resentment, and all the other jumbled things inside, leaving only pure energy.

Two months later.

Feng Xiu's Spiritual Power reached a million once more. This time, he did not separate it again.

Only the final fragment of the divine spark at the center of his brow was missing.

Feng Xiu slowly opened his eyes.

The Spiritual Power around him trembled, and the entire Dragon Valley nearly collapsed.

"It seems it's time to pay Slaughter City a visit."

"Won't you come with this emperor?"

Feng Xiu raised his eyes toward the place where the Dragon God's Heart had been.

Then one, two, three... a full seven vast and majestic dragon soul phantoms coalesced from the mist, coiling in midair and surrounding Feng Xiu!

They differed in form and presence.

There was an earth-yellow dragon as heavy as a mountain range (Mountain Dragon King).

There was a light and ethereal pale-cyan dragon (Wind Dragon King).

There was a silver-white dragon with space twisting around him (Space Dragon King).

There was a transparent dragon surrounded by ripples of time (Time Dragon King).

There was a golden dragon shining with brilliant holy light (Light Dragon King).

There was a pitch-black dragon that swallowed the light (Dark Dragon King).

And there was a dark-yellow dragon with a steady presence (Earth Dragon King).

Seven pairs of enormous dragon eyes focused on Feng Xiu at once, their gazes filled with scrutiny, wariness, and a trace of... an indescribably complicated emotion.

Their invisible draconic pressures combined, becoming more than ten times stronger than before!

"Outsider... since Lord Dragon God... has chosen you, we... are willing to follow... only..."

Feng Xiu met the gazes of the seven Dragon King souls calmly.

These dragon souls were not complete souls, but manifestations of their obsessions and remaining power. They had guarded this place for millions of years, solely to await the Dragon God's return and his leadership in restoring the dragon race to its former glory.

Feng Xiu said nothing more.

He raised a hand and opened another dimension, letting them enter.

After a brief hesitation, the seven Dragon Kings flew into the extradimensional space.

Feng Xiu then raised his hand, tore open a rift in the void, and stepped through.

Feng Xiu emerged from the rift and landed in the Demon Clan's Heart City hall.

Baimon was already waiting in the hall. Seeing Feng Xiu return, he hurried over and bowed.

"Your Majesty, you're finally back."