"Whew..."
"Finally done..."
A deep exhalation came from within the Dark Silver Death Dragon's head.
The sound was low and hoarse, laden with long-suppressed exhaustion. It squeezed out of the depths of the dragon's throat and dispersed beneath the blood-red sky.
The blue-green soul flames burning in the Dark Silver Death Dragon's narrow eyes slowly faded, layer by layer.
The blue-green receded, and deep blue rekindled.
The two ghostly flames gradually returned from deep blue-green to the Dark Silver Death Dragon's original deep blue. Their light dimmed somewhat, and they flickered more slowly than before.
It was as though, once the strand of divine consciousness controlling this quasi-divine dragon body had withdrawn, only the shell's instinctive, unconscious embers remained.
At the very instant the ghostly flames in the Dark Silver Death Dragon's eyes changed color-
A ball of blue-green soul fire drifted leisurely out of the Dark Silver Death Dragon's body.
The soul fire was small, no larger than a fist, blue-green throughout, with tiny glimmers along its edges.
It slowly rose from the crown of the Dark Silver Death Dragon's head and drifted in midair for a breath, like a wandering soul slipping free of a borrowed shell and finally returning to the world where it belonged.
Then it settled steadily into a palm.
It was a hand as pale and cool as jade.
Its joints were distinct, its five fingers slender. The palm faced upward, the fingertips curled slightly inward, just enough to cradle the blue-green soul fire.
The soul fire flickered gently twice in his palm, with the familiarity of a wanderer returning home, then silently sank beneath his skin and vanished.
The hand closed.
Feng Qingyang flexed his fingers, producing a series of fine cracks between the joints. After separating from the Dark Silver Death Dragon's