The Power Control of God Calamity's Wings, Testing Her Plan!

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Bai Yuan stood in the training room of the Spirit Pagoda, having already completed a full set of Dawnmaker.

The pale golden patterns on the sword blade slowly receded in the morning light.

Today, he did not sheathe his sword and leave as usual.

Instead, he stood still with his sword, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into the depths of the Core Flame.

In that void, golden and black light intertwined, like two entangled dragons.

And in the deepest part of the light, the phantom of a pair of wings floated quietly.

The edges are blurred, the lines are indistinct, like an illusion seen through frosted glass.

But Bai Yuan knew it wasn't an illusion.

From its first appearance in the Spirit Ascension Platform to its later unfolding before Tang Wulin, it has been constantly changing.

From being almost invisible at first, it now has a complete outline.

Each time his power increased.

Each time he got closer to Xiao Bai and Black Calamity, his wings solidified a little more.

Sometimes he wondered if the Core Flame had drawn away both of his powers.

Bai Yuan opened his eyes and sheathed the Dawnmaker.

Focus all your attention on the two faintly visible shadowy figures behind you.

He tried to mobilize that power, but it wasn't Soul Power or mental power.

Rather, it comes from the depths of the Core Flame.

Something more essential from the lineage of Xiao Bai and Black Calamity.

The phantom of wings trembled slightly behind him, then slowly unfolded.

This time it was more complete than ever before.

With a wingspan exceeding three meters, extending from the shoulder blades to both sides, each wing bone appears to be formed from the purest light.

The wing membranes are as thin as cicada wings, with intricate patterns flowing across them.

It resembles some kind of ancient rune or some kind of unknown star map.

The entire wing was a color between gold and black.

It's not a simple mixture, but rather it refracts different colors under different lighting conditions.

Sometimes it's the gold of dawn, sometimes the darkness of midnight.

He tried to control his wings, folding them in, spreading them out, raising them, and lowering them, but at first he was a little clumsy.

Every step must be taken with utmost care.

But the wings seemed to have their own consciousness and quickly adapted to his commands.

The movements went from clumsy to fluid, from stiff to natural.

Bai Yuan took a deep breath and lightly touched the ground with his toes.

He shot out like an arrow, instantly leaping from one end of the training room to the other.

He was so fast that he was startled. He almost crashed into the wall, barely managing to steady himself, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He tried again, and this time it was much smoother.

The third and fourth times, each time was smoother than the last.

The wings are slightly angled behind the body, and airflow passes between the wing membranes.

It produces a strange lift.

Like nature's "floating," like a fish in water, a bird in the sky.

Bai Yuan hovered in mid-air, looking down at his feet as they left the ground, a slow smile spreading across his face.

This is the power of God Calamity.

He hasn't mastered it yet; he's only scratched the surface.

These wings are merely an illusion, their power less than one ten-thousandth of the true Calamity Form.

But he could already sense how devastating that power would be once it was fully awakened.

Bai Yuan landed back on the ground, and the illusory wings on his back slowly retracted, but did not completely disappear.

Instead, it transformed into a pale golden line, extending from the shoulder blades to both sides, like two thin brand marks.

He stretched his shoulders; he couldn't feel anything when he touched it, but he knew it was there.

Next, he began to try to allocate the power of the wings to other abilities.

The bonus from Eidolon has become exceptionally active today, as if drawn by wings.

The law that increases speed, strength, and destructive power by one point for every person killed.

It was now fluctuating violently with each flap of its wings.

He could sense the connection between these forces.

It's not that the "wings" enhance the "Eidolon," but rather that the wings themselves are the embodiment of the Eidolon.

It wasn't some additional equipment, but rather the external manifestation of the Twelve Law Patterns within his body.

Bai Yuan closed his eyes, trying to allocate more of his power to his wings.

The shadowy figure behind it suddenly brightened, its wingspan increased several notches, and the patterns on its wing membranes became even more intricate, resembling a star map being ignited.

His body involuntarily rose from the ground, and he was suspended in mid-air.

Air currents surged in from all directions, enveloping him in a warm, almost transparent halo of light.

Then he tried to allocate his power to speed.

He transformed into a streak of light and swept out of the training room window.

The wind whistled in my ears, the tall buildings of Eastsea City rushed past beneath my feet, and the clouds flowed overhead.

He can't fly yet, but he runs faster than he can fly, covering tens of meters with each step.

Each step felt like walking on invisible steps.

Its wings spread, leaving two faint golden trails behind it.

He wanted to run faster, to fly higher, to see what limits he could reach.

But his reason quickly prevailed.

He didn't have the same level of authority as Leng Yaozhu, allowing him to run freely over Eastsea City.

He didn't want to be chased all over the city by a bunch of Black-Grade Mecha if the City Defense System locked him down as an intruder.

Bai Yuan folded his wings, slowed down, landed back on the ground, and walked along the street towards the Spirit Pagoda.

In the main hall of the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her gaze fixed on Eastsea City outside.

She heard footsteps and turned around.

As Bai Yuan walked into the hall, her gaze lingered on him for a moment.

This child always gave her the feeling that he had "become stronger."

"You're back?"

Bai Yuan walked up to her and nodded:

"Teacher."

Leng Yaozhu looked him up and down and asked.

"What did you obtain from the Spirit Ascension Platform?"

Bai Yuan pulled his right hand out of his pocket, his five fingers spread open.

Fine, dark gold lines faintly emerge between the lines of the palm.

He clenched his fist, his bones cracking with a crisp sound, and spread his fingers, extending his sharp claws.

Each one was several inches long, with a dark golden sheen flowing across its blade.

Leng Yaozhu's brows twitched slightly, her gaze falling on the pair of dark golden claws. After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke.

"Is this the palm bone of the Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear?"

Bai Yuan retracted his claws, and the dark gold patterns on his palm slowly faded away.

"Yes, it was dropped by the Spirit Ascension Platform Guardian."

"This Soul Bone was created after the century-old Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear was killed."

Leng Yaozhu's gaze lingered on his right hand for a moment before she looked away, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

"The Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear Right Palm Bone, a rare item."

She put down her teacup, looked at Bai Yuan, and asked, "How's the fusion going?"

Is there any rejection reaction?

Bai Yuan flexed his right hand fingers and shook his head.

"No. The integration went smoothly and it's already working properly."

"The power is still being adapted to."

Leng Yaozhu nodded and did not ask any further questions about the Soul Bone.

She paused, her tone becoming more serious.

"Don't wander around Gu Yue these next couple of days."

Eastsea City has been quite unsettled lately; unidentified forces are operating in the shadows, and they may very well be targeting the Spirit Pagoda.

Bai Yuan's heart stirred slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

"Understood, teacher. I will keep a close eye on my junior sister."

An unknown force? That must be those Ferocious Beasts that have all appeared in Eastsea City!

Leng Yaozhu glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to walk deeper into the hall.

Bai Yuan stood there, watching Leng Yaozhu's figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

Bai Yuan withdrew his hand and walked towards the elevator.

Go find Gu Yue and find out what she's up to!

Leng Yaozhu stood in front of a window at the end of the corridor, looking at Eastsea City outside the window, her gaze darkening.

The Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear Palm Bone that Bai Yuan mentioned surprised her somewhat.

That thing is extremely rare. The probability of a hundred-year-old Dark-Gold Dreadclaw Bear producing a palm bone is less than one in ten thousand. Even in the Spirit Pagoda's inventory, you can't find a second one.

Bai Yuan not only encountered it, but also successfully integrated with it, without any rejection reaction.

Although it doesn't comply with regulations, such items from the Spirit Pagoda cannot be taken out.

But what rules should Leng Yaozhu's disciples follow?

If you took it, you took it. Why explain it to others?

Leng Yaozhu's lips curved into a tiny smile.

This kid has always been lucky.

She withdrew her gaze, turned, and left.