Hundred Thousand Years! Silver Dragon Wolf!

What exactly had Zhu Ziyang seen?

A giant dragon!

No, it should have been a silver giant wolf on the verge of transforming into a dragon. By the dim light, Zhu Ziyang could make out the wolf's appearance before him: its entire body was covered in silver dragon scales, a pair of silver dragon wings grew from its ribs, and dragon horns crowned its wolf's head. Fortunately, its eyes were tightly shut, giving Zhu Ziyang time to escape.

Without hesitation, he forced down the terror in his heart and the weakness in his body, immediately turning and running toward the cave entrance. He moved very lightly, afraid of waking the giant wolf inside the cave.

A distance of four or five meters felt to Zhu Ziyang as though he had walked for a thousand years.

The moment he finally left the cave, Zhu Ziyang ran straight toward the village without another word. He had to tell Zhu Changhe and Hong Zhen, warn them never to come to the back mountain again. Better yet, they needed to report this to Dragon City at once and have its high-ranking soul masters deal with it.

Because that giant wolf was clearly a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Zhu Ziyang had already recognized the giant wolf's identity. It was an Extreme North Dragon Wolf, a draconic soul beast with true dragon bloodline! Although this Silver Dragon Wolf looked somewhat different from ordinary dragon wolves, Zhu Ziyang could still determine that it was indeed a dragon wolf—and a hundred-thousand-year dragon wolf with dragon wings, one-foot dragon horns, and on the verge of evolving into a true dragon!

He ran toward Beihe Village with unprecedented strength. He had to tell Zhu Changhe and Hong Zhen about this.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

If it descended upon Anyang City, which did not even have a Soul King, it would likely be an apocalyptic disaster! He would never place his hopes on it being a kind Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Even if it truly was kind, its kindness would never be bestowed upon humans!

However, Zhu Ziyang's plan was destined to fail. Before he had even run ten meters, his footsteps abruptly stopped.

He stood there blankly as unprecedented terror spread through his mind. If not for the pride bestowed upon him by the Great Brightness Art desperately holding him up, he would probably have already fallen to his knees.

Before him stood a silver giant wolf five meters long and nearly two meters tall, examining him with its silver vertical pupils. Its body was covered in silver dragon scales, and its silver dragon wings drooped against its sides. Beneath those wings was a terrifying wound that emitted gray vapor, stretching from its waist to its abdomen. Had the wound not been covered by a faint layer of frost, its internal organs might have spilled out.

Although Zhu Ziyang was terrified beyond measure, his Martial Soul's ability still allowed him to sense the nature of that gray aura: the Power of Death! It was not an external Power of Death, but the Silver Dragon Wolf's own Power of Death. This meant that it did not have long to live!

That realization made Zhu Ziyang even more afraid. No one could guarantee what mad thing a dying Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast might do. Even slaughtering an entire city was possible!

He did not dare move. Before a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, even one on the verge of death, a tiny Soul Elder like him could not stir up the slightest ripple. The other party could crush him to death with its mere presence.

Was he going to die here today? Was this heaven envying the talented? Before he had even had the chance to show off his abilities, was he about to become wolf dung?

A great many thoughts flashed through Zhu Ziyang's mind in an instant.

The Silver Dragon Wolf did not swat him to death as Zhu Ziyang had imagined. Instead, it studied him with interest and even stretched out its head to sniff him. That single action nearly scared Zhu Ziyang into wetting himself; he had thought he was about to be eaten alive. Fortunately, this Silver Dragon Wolf had no such habit. From an angle Zhu Ziyang could not see, a trace of delight, resolve, and deep hatred and unwillingness flashed through its eyes.

"Are you afraid?"

Just as Zhu Ziyang's thoughts ran wild and he prepared to face death, he suddenly heard a cool female voice. He froze, then instinctively looked toward the sound, only to see the Silver Dragon Wolf lowering its head and staring at him with interest. His head heated up, and he answered stiffly, "What nonsense! A warrior may be killed, but not humiliated. If you're going to do it, hurry up! Why torture me like this?"

"Why would I kill you?" the cool female voice came from the Silver Dragon Wolf's mouth, tinged with a hint of confusion.

"Then, then what do you need, Sister Dragon Wolf?" The moment Zhu Ziyang heard that, he knew things might take a turn for the better. Perhaps he still had a chance to live. He hurriedly asked, throwing caution to the wind in order to survive.

"Release your Dragon Tribe Martial Soul." The Silver Dragon Wolf did not mind Zhu Ziyang's attitude. Its purpose was obvious.

"This..." Zhu Ziyang was full of doubts, but he did not dare delay in the slightest. He immediately chanted inwardly, activating Frost Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul Possession. Frost-white dragon scales covered his arms and cheeks, while his eyes became vertical pupils. His body grew several inches taller, and his physique visibly became more robust.

"It's actually a Frost Tyrant Dragon!" Seeing Zhu Ziyang's transformation, the Silver Dragon Wolf revealed surprise in its silver eyes and softly murmured, "It truly is fate!"

"What?" Zhu Ziyang had not heard the Silver Dragon Wolf clearly and looked at it in confusion.

"Human, you are very fortunate." The Silver Dragon Wolf stared at Zhu Ziyang and spoke each word distinctly. "Because I will sacrifice myself to you!"

"What?" Zhu Ziyang's first reaction was that he had misheard. Only then did his mouth fall open in disbelief as he stared blankly at the Silver Dragon Wolf. What kind of absurd world was this?

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast appeared before you solely to sacrifice itself to you? Not even adventure novels dared make things up like this!

"I believe you can tell that I am severely injured and do not have long to live." The Silver Dragon Wolf ignored Zhu Ziyang's reaction and continued on its own. "I have a great enemy whose debt remains unpaid. After I sacrifice myself, you must avenge me!"

Zhu Ziyang could not say a word.

The Silver Dragon Wolf continued speaking to itself. "Your Frost Tyrant Dragon bloodline is highly compatible with mine. After I sacrifice myself to you, I can directly evolve it into a true dragon. This is an immense gift for you. If your luck is good enough, you may even inherit my ultimate attribute and the power of fortune."

Zhu Ziyang had nothing to say. What could he say? He did not have the right to refuse. It was simply sacrificing itself to him—what did his opinion matter?

"Before that, you must make an oath!" A vicious glint flashed through the Silver Dragon Wolf's eyes as it looked at Zhu Ziyang. "You must swear that you will avenge me. What is your name?"

"Zhu Ziyang," Zhu Ziyang obediently answered.

"Good. Zhu Ziyang, repeat after me!" Mysterious radiance swirled in the Silver Dragon Wolf's eyes as it said, "I, Zhu Ziyang, swear to the World Will—"

"I, Zhu Ziyang, swear to the World Will—"

"Within one hundred years—"

"Within one hundred years—"

"I will surely avenge the Silver Dragon Wolf. Should I violate this oath, I shall die!"

"I will surely avenge the Silver Dragon Wolf. Should I violate this oath, I shall die!"

As Zhu Ziyang's words fell, a phantom silver dragon shot from the Silver Dragon Wolf's eyes, soaring into the sky before dispersing between heaven and earth. As the silver dragon phantom vanished, a silver flowing pattern appeared between Zhu Ziyang's brows, then faded from sight. A sudden understanding arose in his heart. He knew the oath had taken effect, and from this day onward, a restraint had been branded above his head.

"Very good!" The Silver Dragon Wolf was very satisfied with Zhu Ziyang's attitude. Joy showed in its dim eyes, along with attachment to this world. It said, "I hope you do not forget the oath you made today!"

As an Auspicious Beast blessed by heaven and earth, it would never have made such a decision if it had not truly reached the end of the road. It refused to die silently. Even in death, it would drag that ungrateful wretch down with it!

The Silver Dragon Wolf's gaze was incomparably cold and resolute.

Amid Zhu Ziyang's complex gaze of shock, curiosity, and excitement, the Silver Dragon Wolf's enormous body instantly burst into silver flames. The dreamlike silver fire burned fiercely, yet carried no scorching heat. In the blink of an eye, Zhu Ziyang's body was also ignited by the silver flames. His clothes burned to ashes, leaving him naked amidst the fire. These silver flames had no temperature, yet they made one's heart tremble. And yet, in Zhu Ziyang's eyes, they felt incomparably warm.

His Second Martial Soul emerged, and the frost-white dragon scales on his body were covered by the silver flames, beginning to burn alongside them before Zhu Ziyang's astonished gaze.

"As agreed, I will become the Soul Ring of your Frost Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. I will do my best to use my power to evolve your bloodline. How far it can evolve will depend on you." The Silver Dragon Wolf's voice sounded beside Zhu Ziyang's ear. "Absorb it with all your strength. Even if you cannot inherit my ultimate attribute, you must become a true dragon!"

As it finished speaking, the silver flames blazed even more fiercely. The Silver Dragon Wolf's form was completely engulfed by the silver fire, which then transformed into a dragon-shaped stream and rushed into Zhu Ziyang's body.

"Remember, you must avenge me!" came the Silver Dragon Wolf's final voice.

Then Zhu Ziyang fell into slumber.

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