Evil Spirit Bone Dragon, Golden Awakening (4K)

# Chapter 34: Evil Spirit Bone Dragon, Golden Awakening (4K)

Death Valley.

Ink-black heavy clouds coiled like giant pythons, torrential rain blanketed the heavens and earth, two figures braved the storm as they approached, evil wind was everywhere, tugging at the shadows that dragged behind them.

"Forty-nine days..."

Muye let out a heavy sigh, his face carrying a few more traces of weariness as he looked toward Zhao Xuanzhen beside him and spoke: "Fighting to the limit every day is a harsh trial for both body and spirit. The forty-ninth day is the limit for a second awakening; any more would damage a soul master's foundation.

So today is the last chance. If we don't succeed... then we die trying!"

"Mm."

Zhao Xuanzhen nodded lightly, his figure dropping into that ghostly black canyon. Soul power rippled slowly around him as three Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings rose one by one, appearing exceptionally solemn against the backdrop of the raging storm.

His two fists clenched tightly. Muye racked his brain but couldn't understand—True Self was the pinnacle of Original Martial Souls. A second awakening should have been completed around twenty days, and at the very latest, no more than thirty.

By the thirtieth day, Muye's heart had already been shrouded in gloom. By the forty-ninth day, even a generation's Ben Ti Sect Master was so tense that sweat frantically secreted from his palms.

The second awakening was the foundation that allowed Original Martial Souls to surpass ordinary martial souls. Muye didn't dare imagine what would happen if the legendary God-level Original Martial Soul couldn't undergo a second awakening—whether the Ben Ti Sect's entire ideology would collapse.

"Xuanzhen."

As if making some kind of decision, Muye's gaze gradually sharpened as he said: "Today's extreme training is different from before. Your enemy is no longer wave after wave of weak undead, but the last monster surviving in Death Valley.

I will unseal our ancestor's seal and awaken an undead king far beyond the limits of a Soul Elder."

Most Ben Ti Disciples undergoing second awakening were Three Ring Soul Elders or Four Ring Soul Ancestors. Every Ben Ti Disciple's life was precious, so the Ben Ti Sect didn't allow overpowered dangers to exist in Death Valley, regularly stepping in to eliminate those monsters.

Only one undead was an exception. Its bloodline in life was extremely noble, and the Ben Ti ancestor couldn't bear to kill it easily, so they sealed it away and left behind a Sect Training.

If the Ben Ti Sect produced a prodigy, and ordinary pressure couldn't force out their limit, then release this undead and let it become the last piece of the trial for the Ben Ti descendant's second awakening!

Streams of dark golden light surged into the core of Death Valley. Muye used the Ben Ti Sect's secret arts to break the seal, and the sleeping monster began to awaken!

"ROAR—"

A hoarse roar came from afar. Death Valley stirred up a hurricane, thousands of withered branches carried by the torrential rain, sand and stone condensed into a black vortex. Soul fire lit up eerie green in the pitch-black world!

Undead Creatures craved life energy. Sensing the alluring life energy, a pair of wide bone wings spread open. That king rose from the ground, unveiling its mysterious veil!

A dragon-shaped creature, its pitch-black bones forged an indestructible body. Its skull was ferocious, grim and terrifying, hollow eye sockets flickering with two clusters of green flames. Dragon claws were covered in bone protrusions, and at the joints grew three spear-like bone spikes growing backward.

The king of Death Valley—the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon!

The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon raised its head and let out a Dragon Roar. Wind and rain, like subjects of the Dragon Clan, shattered the clouds with the sound waves. The king's roar spread through Death Valley, and fear arose instinctively in the undead creatures, each trembling, prostrating, not daring to approach even a fraction.

With a sudden flap of its bone wings, the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon descended like a black meteor. Even a hundred meters away, Zhao Xuanzhen still felt a tearing pain across his face from the fierce wind!

The first and third Soul Rings shone simultaneously!

His black hair turned into a glassy pale white. Zhao Xuanzhen's entire body took on a translucent jade-like luster, and Black and White Two Colors converged into a spinning Taiji Diagram. The Third Soul Skill, The Way of Wuji, enhanced and amplified, stacking the advanced version of the First Soul Skill, Qi Follows the Heart—Qi Dong Shan He!

With Zhao Xuanzhen's heaven-defying combat stats, a full-force Qi Dong Shan He could easily annihilate ninety-nine percent of same-rank soul masters on the Douluo Continent. Yet the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon's green beast eyes revealed a hint of human-like mockery.

A pair of forelimb dragon claws slashed out. Gale winds rushed forward like air explosions, circular black ripples churned the rainwater, and with even more violent stats, it forcefully suppressed Qi Dong Shan He!

"BOOM!!!"

The earth cracked under the explosion of the two skills. Grass and trees instantly shattered like flying ash. Zhao Xuanzhen's pupils stained with dark blue, and thick walls of earth rose around him!

"Evil Wind, Evil Water..."

The earth walls shattered under the unbearable weight. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Zhao Xuanzhen's mouth. The dark blue was bitingly cold. He recognized the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon's attributes—it was the corrupted wind element and water element!

Depending on the Dragon Clan's bloodline in life, bone dragons possessed different attributes. Ten thousand years ago, the Bone Dragon King under the Holy Spirit Cult's leader had both wind and fire attributes. But the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon before Zhao Xuanzhen, which controlled wind and water, would only be more troublesome on a stormy night—it was almost an environmental amplification like a domain!

Muye watched Zhao Xuanzhen and the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon from afar. Forty-nine days of high-frequency combat, seeing True Self's three Soul Skills, Taijiquan, and Earthly Dao Technique over and over—he knew Zhao Xuanzhen's limits too well.

Describing the gap between the man and the dragon in numbers, the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon's combat power was fully three times Zhao Xuanzhen's. The two were practically a crushing mismatch. Aside from a martial soul second awakening, Zhao Xuanzhen had no other path to survival!

"ROAR—"

The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon opened its giant mouth in a sinister grin. Human soul skills couldn't shake it. After being reborn after a thousand years, it wanted to savor the thrill of hunting life!

The giant dragon flapped its bone wings, constantly circling in the air. Sharp scraping sounds of bones filled the sky. The dragon's body cast jagged shadows. The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon longed to see fear on the human's face, like a hunter savoring its prey's struggle before delivering the fatal blow.

Zhao Xuanzhen disappointed the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon. He had none of a prey's self-awareness. His entire person stood unmoving like a towering peak, looking up at the giant dragon. Deep within his dark blue eyes, a trace of gold flickered faintly.

The air pressure seemed to grow heavier. The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon understood this was definitely not an illusion—it was happening. Dark blue and golden light intermingled. In the human's majestic eyes, a deep killing intent surfaced.

The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon felt a dangerous premonition and decided to stop playing the hunter's game. Its tail lashed down from the sky like a long whip—Divine Dragon's Tail Whip, so fast and fierce that it even left afterimages in the storm!

The next instant, the three black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings beneath Zhao Xuanzhen's feet flickered. A dazzling golden light blazed up. His exposed skin traced with mysterious golden patterns, like liquid gold flowing in veins beneath the skin.

A golden figure rose from the ground—tall and slender, features clear and handsome, exactly Zhao Xuanzhen's own likeness. His pupils turned into two molten gold vortexes. Air waves swept outward, his hair flying like burning flames. His heartbeat thundered, crushing the curtain of rain.

"Golden-Grade Second Awakening!"

Reflected in his eyes was that dazzling golden figure. Muye's blood boiled with excitement. Perseverance paid off—on the last of forty-nine days, True Self had undergone its second awakening!

Second awakenings were divided into four levels: Black Iron, Silver Grade, Silver Grade, and Golden Grade.

After an Original Martial Soul underwent a second awakening, the martial soul instantly experienced a qualitative leap, like a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast breaking its limit to become a rampaging ferocious beast across the world.

Most Original Martial Souls were merely Black Iron-grade second awakenings. Silver Grade was already considered excellent.

Silver Grade was the backbone, appearing only on important body parts. When a Silver Grade second awakening was activated, a Ben Ti Soul Master's combat power jumped an entire rank!

The Ben Ti Sect had always believed that the strongest innate Second Awakening was Silver Grade, with Golden Grade achieved only by successive Ben Ti Sect Masters through cultivating the Secrets of Ben Ti in a Third Awakening, boosting overall power by as much as three times their original!

Muye had once speculated that True Self might break through the ancestors' established limits to an innate Golden-Grade Second Awakening, but Zhao Xuanzhen's forty-eight days of prolonged silence made him dare not hope, silently praying that any awakening would suffice!

Now, witnessing the innate Golden-Grade Second Awakening, Muye was so excited he nearly danced with joy!

On the Death Valley battlefield, Zhao Xuanzhen's right fist clenched loosely, the Taiji Yang Hand striking with supreme force and ferocity, the golden light of the Golden-Grade Second Awakening moving in sync, an aura of sovereign majesty spreading. The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon's Divine Dragon's Tail Whip came to an abrupt halt, the entire dragon spinning as it flew a hundred meters, snapping large swaths of twisted trees in half!

A thunderclap boomed at the perfect moment, heaven and earth roaring with thunder, lightning dyeing the sky a blazing white.

The second battle between man and dragon began.

The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon shook its chaotic head, its soul flame surging. Zhao Xuanzhen had thoroughly enraged this Undead King.

Evil Wind and foul water—the two attributes the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon prided itself on—erupted in chaos. A gale howled, the air grew wild, shredded leaves and mud churning into a pitch-black Water Tornado, forming a Giant Mouth that devoured heaven and earth. The entire world could hear the bone dragon's furious roar!

His robes snapping in the wind, Zhao Xuanzhen's golden pupils were cold and stern. The Earth Vein Brown Vein Mad Dragon flipped over, its rock walls several times thicker than before, easily blocking wind blades. Crushed stones clashed against the roaring foul water, bursting into scorching red sparks.

The True Self Golden-Grade Second Awakening was an all-around boost, closing the vast gap between Zhao Xuanzhen and the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon, placing man and dragon on equal footing!

Witnessing a human cheat to match its level, the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon couldn't accept this cruel reality. Its bone wings flapped, a gale whipping up torrential waters to strike Zhao Xuanzhen. The water wasn't falling rain—it was sticky, foul Black Mire that corroded the earth!

"Xun character, Storm.

Kan character, Ice."

The wind and water elements turned traitor on the spot, the Black Mire freezing midair, frost spreading, then transforming into an ice crystal tide that surged back at its master.

The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon's soul flame leaped abruptly. After expending all its strength and laboring so hard to release its soul skill, it was just hijacked in a second!?

When both sides' stats were close, the fight came down to mechanics. Even the Silver Dragon King, ancestor of the Dragon Clan, had to suffer a loss. How could the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon, controlling just two attributes, be a match for the Bagua Qimen!

With a furious roar, the dragon's tail swept around. The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon's terrifying brute force, enough to shake a Mountain Range, crushed the ice tide to dust. The hurricane from its wings uprooted the twisted trees sprouting in Death Valley.

Panting heavily, glaring at Zhao Xuanzhen, the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon was like a husband raging in impotence, its vertical pupils reflecting the golden light of the figure opposite.

"Zhen character, Thunder."

Thunder roared across the sky above Death Valley, forked lightning spreading Gold and White across the black heavens. Under the righteous thunderlight representing the world's justice, Undead Creatures fled in terror. Even the Evil Spirit Bone Dragon couldn't help retreating, a rare A Trace of cowardice rising in its heart for the first time.

Thunderlight churned, electric serpents danced in the clouds, and a sudden bolt of lightning struck down, condensing into a Thunder Spear in Zhao Xuanzhen's palm. The spear shaft was wrapped in Bagua Zhen character runes, lightning flashing, illuminating his cold, stone-carved profile.

The Evil Spirit Bone Dragon sensed mortal danger. Its wings beat wildly, Evil Wind and foul water merging into a pitch-black curtain, countless skeletal Ghost Faces lurking within, lunging at Zhao Xuanzhen with claws bared.

Death Valley at that moment seemed split in two—one half roiling with the bone dragon's summoned filthy darkness, the other half flowing like a sea of brilliant gold, reflected by Zhao Xuanzhen's Second Awakening radiance.

Zhao Xuanzhen's body erupted with blazing Golden Light. The Bagua Qimen's domain expanded outward, the black curtain of Evil Wind and foul water suspended motionless between heaven and earth, carrying a kind of scattered beauty.

The Thunder Spear Tip pierced everything in its path, tearing through the Evil Wind, evaporating the foul water into nothingness, and finally driving precisely into the bone dragon's brow. Bones crumbled inch by inch, a Dragon Roar of anguish echoing through the nine skies.

A sliver of moonlight pierced the cloud gap, illuminating the dazzling golden figure. At his feet, the pitch-black dragon bones turned to dust, vanishing into the night with the wind.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Muye landed on the ground, shouting three 'goods' in a row. Forty-eight days of nothing, then a Golden-Grade awakening on the last day—the Old Comrade, having experienced such a rollercoaster, was genuinely stirred.

This was the first innate Golden-Grade Second Awakening in the Ben Ti Sect's ten-thousand-year history!

And the Original Martial Soul still had a Third Awakening. Muye could hardly imagine just how powerful True Self would become after that!

Compared to Muye's joy at finding light after darkness, Zhao Xuanzhen was much calmer. Since the first thirty days had been a weak period, the Extreme Training hadn't fully stimulated the Original Martial Soul's potential. On the surface, it was the forty-ninth day, but in reality, it was little different from the nineteenth.

Knowing himself best, Zhao Xuanzhen had long sensed the True Self Martial Soul's stirring. Today's Second Awakening was a natural progression.

"Xiao Hong."

"I'm here."

Muye called out loudly, and a red mecha appeared, about six meters tall, adorned with delicate and exquisite Dark Gold patterns. Its streamlined design looked like a work of art.

Red. A God-level Mecha.

"Today's a good day. As a reward, you get to ride This Sect Master's Red-grade Mecha!" Muye chuckled, opening the mecha cockpit and inviting Zhao Xuanzhen to join him.

Once both were seated, the Red-grade Mecha shot a beam of light from its back, carrying the two toward Heaven Dou City.

Muye activated autopilot and said leisurely, "Your Golden Awakening was really tough, only succeeding on the forty-ninth day.

Alright, good things come to those who wait. When future generations record Zhao Xuanzhen's glorious life, they'll have to write that the contemporary Ben Ti Sect Master, Muye, put in major effort for True Self's Second Awakening—at least sixty percent of the credit!"

Glancing at Muye, who was fishing for praise, Zhao Xuanzhen teased, "I think there's a problem. For True Self's Second Awakening, Senior gets thirty percent credit, Na'er and Gu Yue each get ten percent, and the remaining half is definitely due to my own persistence and hard work."

Muye choked for a moment, turning to look at Zhao Xuanzhen. "Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense."

Zhao Xuanzhen said with a look of certainty. Yes, without the house owner, you can't start the game!