Devouring the Dragon Soul

"What is this feeling of origin? Yet it doesn't feel entirely like that? Is it really this mystical? Is this some built-in fantasy attribute?"

Chen Yan felt the pull of his bloodline, his heart filled with uncertainty.

Something felt wrong with this bloodline! Why did it seem to possess some of the Golden Dragon King's traits? What was going on? Chen Yan was full of doubts. He tried to stir his bloodline, hoping to find the connection between them. But it was like an unbridled wild horse, completely beyond his control. Occasionally, he could even hear a faint, low dragon roar from within his body, making his heartbeat accelerate uncontrollably.

A golden halo flowed across Chen Yan's skin, radiating the majesty of a dragon. Guided by the dragon soul, the power of his bloodline coursed through his meridians, sometimes slowly and sometimes urgently. As it tempered his meridians, it also gave off violent fluctuations of blood and qi. Gu Yuena's blood and qi surged as well. The Dragon God Dragon Soul was drawing her forward, urging her to inherit its final power, to make soul beasts great once more and revive the Dragon Race.

"Let's do it together." Determination appeared in Gu Yuena's eyes as she spoke to Chen Yan.

"You're sure you want me to..." Chen Yan hesitated. After all, the Dragon God's dragon soul was undoubtedly an immense tonic to Gu Yuena, who embodied the Dragon God's calm side. While it could not fully restore her bloodline, it could elevate her strength in a single leap.

"I said it's fine!" Gu Yuena cut him off, her exquisite face filled with seriousness.

"Alright." Chen Yan looked into Gu Yuena's pure purple eyes, grateful yet solemn.

What kind of reaction will I have after absorbing this thing? And will it even let me absorb it?

The two slowly reached their hands toward the seven-colored dragon soul, finally touching it.

The giant dragon immediately threw back its head and roared. Its long, mournful dragon cry echoed throughout the small space. The space trembled, ten thousand dragons submitted, dragon bones quivered, and an invisible current spread outward from the giant dragon.

"Excellent! My Lord has found that place! Everyone, hold on a little longer!" Di Tian sensed the Dragon God's aura, and a flash of excitement passed through his eyes.

Outside, the Tang Sect personnel stationed beyond Dragon Valley discovered that the data on their instruments had begun fluctuating violently.

"This is..." Their eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief.

"Report this immediately. The spatial fluctuations in Dragon Valley are too intense. It appears that... it is about to collapse!" The highest-ranking leader in the monitoring room stared fixedly at the readings and spoke each word slowly.

"Yes!" The people below barely dared to breathe. Upon receiving the order, they hurried off at top speed to find a secluded place and make the call.

The leader slowly closed his unfocused eyes, his face filled with anguish.

That was Dragon Valley! Within the Tang Sect, Dragon Valley was second in importance only to the legendary Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well! If they could find a way to remove or weaken its suppression of Martial Souls and its restrictions on Soul Power, its importance might have soared past even the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well! Yet now, it was actually collapsing! This was an enormous loss for the Tang Sect.

At the center of the world, before the two of them.

The enormous dragon soul, covered in gleaming seven-colored scales, hovered in the air. Chen Yan felt as if it were looking at him in a peculiar way.

In the next instant, darkness filled his vision, and a blood-red figure appeared in his mind.

It radiated a terrifying aura. Even sensing merely a trace of the power leaking from that mental image left Chen Yan in unbearable agony.

He could barely endure it, but he had already reached his limit.

He watched helplessly as the blood-red figure pointed toward the sky. A colossal blood-red sword, seemingly stretching from heaven to earth, slashed down at him.

An overwhelming pressure engulfed him like a tide, making it hard for him to breathe. His head felt as though it were being pierced by needles, and when the blood-red greatsword was only a foot away, even his soul seemed to be torn apart.

Then, everything came to an abrupt halt. Chen Yan came back to his senses in a daze. Though he had just been in spiritual form, he was now drenched in sweat.

At that moment, he was like a dreamless salted fish freshly hauled out of the water.

What the hell was that?! Is this a necessary step after touching the dragon soul?

Chen Yan had nearly forgotten about it, but the moment he touched it, the memories came flooding back—the thing retained the memory of being slain before its death!

Seven-colored energy flowed into Gu Yuena's body through her arm. Her entire body was enveloped in a layer of seven-colored light, which combined with the silver glow she had released herself. Eight different colors shimmered brilliantly, and a ninth color—green—could even be faintly seen. Her aura became increasingly astonishing as the seven-colored light poured into her, and the entire Small World seemed to tremble. Ten thousand dragons knelt toward the center, lowering their proud heads. The clouds over the plains shifted into dragon shapes, and dragon cries drifted faintly through the air.

On Chen Yan's side, as the seven-colored current entered him, his golden radiance was overlaid with seven-colored splendor. His aura grew ever stronger. His eyes remained tightly shut as the seven-colored brilliance streamed into him without end, his body like a funnel. Rather than staining his original color, the seven colors only made the golden light shine even more brilliantly.

Suddenly, Chen Yan's Golden Dragon Martial Soul emerged from his body, seeming to become corporeal as it raised its head and let out a dragon roar.

As though summoned by a monarch, Dragon Clouds rushed over from the sky, while dragon souls on the ground leaped down from all around Dragon Valley like moths rushing into a flame.

When a true dragon roared, ten thousand dragons came to pay homage!

They sped through the graveyard and leaped into the cave radiating seven-colored light. The moment they passed through that seven-colored radiance, they transformed into streams of pure energy.

Like a siphon, the golden dragon swallowed an immense amount of energy without allowing even the slightest bit to escape.

Yet below, it was exceptionally difficult for Chen Yan and Gu Yuena alone to absorb this dragon soul. Seeing the agony on Chen Yan's face and blood flowing from his features, Gu Yuena had no choice but to transform into her thousand-meter dragon form.

The silver giant dragon's scales shone like silver gemstones, each one radiating a captivating light. Neatly arranged, they covered her entire body like a layer of hardened armor, protecting her from external harm.

Her cold vertical pupils were deep, aloof, and imposing, revealing wisdom and power, as though they could see through everything.

Her wings were broad and powerful, covered in silver scales. With a slight flap, they stirred fierce storms. Silver light flickered, cold radiance gleamed. Her enormous claws were broad and massive, like dazzling silver hooks. Though she was a mage, as a king, she still possessed the immense power to easily suppress true dragons.

As her body grew larger, her pull on the dragon soul rose to another level. However, the massive energy also inflicted greater damage upon her body.

Cracking sounds rang continuously from her body. Silver dragon blood flowed from tiny cracks in her Dragon Scale, making her appear ever more tragic and magnificent.