Ling Yun's Spiritual Sense carefully penetrated the boiling blood pool, avoiding the stubborn threads of evil aura that still lingered within as it probed toward the depths of the core suppressed by the Asura Sword Intent Projection. The farther down it went, the clearer that familiar summons from the Chaos Dragon God Origin Power became, carrying the ancient vicissitudes and sorrow of countless ages.
Finally, at the bottom of the blood pool, within a cramped space wrapped layer upon layer in countless dark-red Asura runes, Ling Yun "saw" the source of the call.
It was neither a physical entity nor a complete soul, but an exceedingly faint stream of dark-golden light that seemed ready to extinguish at any moment. Within it, the phantom of a miniature divine dragon could vaguely be seen struggling and coiling, emanating pure, ancient draconic pressure—but even more so, the agony of being torn apart and corrupted. Dense black chains wound around this stream of dragon soul light. Those chains were not physical objects, but were formed from the purest Evil God Origin Power, constantly eroding and wearing away the dragon soul's strength.
"This is... a remnant soul of Dragon God His Majesty?!" Ling Yun's heart shook violently as realization dawned on him. No wonder the Haotian Stele inscription mentioned that the Dragon God had been grievously wounded while protecting the "World Core." Part of His Divine Soul had actually been sealed here, tangled with Evil God Power and suppressing it through endless ages! This remnant soul had most likely been split off by the Dragon God during that ancient battle in order to seal part of the Evil God's origin, serving as the "key"—or rather, the "formation core"—that stabilized this world's seal!
It was precisely because of this dragon soul from the same origin that