The Fatal Finger Strike

Another fragment of shattered information surged in.

The scenes Lu Chen had seen before once more surfaced in his mind: the starry sky where the Azure Dragon had fallen, the shattered dragon body, and that dragon-shaped token gleaming with azure light.

"Dragon Soul Mirror... what secrets does it hold?" Lu Chen asked urgently.

"Gather... dragon souls... can summon... return... can also... reshape... taboo..."

The information grew increasingly fragmented. The lingering thought of the dragon soul seemed to have exhausted its strength, finally sending a thought filled with pleading and entrustment: "Help me... find release... purify... resentment... the token... is yours... a fortuitous chance..."

Before its words had faded, an even purer yet comparatively gentle dragon aura welled up from the depths of the pool. Guided by the bronze fragment, it slowly flowed into Lu Chen's body!

This was not the yin-baleful dragon aura steeped in resentment, but the final thread of primordial dragon essence left behind before this dragon corpse had fallen!

Though the passage of time and the corrosion of resentment had reduced it to less than one percent of its former strength, its nature remained noble and vast!

Boom!

Lu Chen felt as though something within him had been ignited!

The Dragon Emperor Bone Body trembled wildly and let out a joyous cry, greedily absorbing that thread of primordial dragon essence!

Its fusion rate, originally at 36%, began climbing at a visible pace!

37%... 38%... 39%...

In the end, it stopped at 41%!

Not only that, this thread of primordial dragon essence also carried fragmented ancient memories concerning dragon cultivation, movement techniques, water control, and lightning command. Though incomplete, they granted Lu Chen a deeper understanding of how to wield his own dragon aura.

After guiding the dragon essence, more rust fell away from the bronze fragment's surface,