After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Shenxiu slowly opened his eyes.
The Dragon Fighting Warrior state on his body has long since receded, and the light golden dragon scales covering his body have disappeared into his body like a tide, the dragon horns on his forehead have retracted, and the sharp claws on his fingertips have turned into slender fingers again. Only the pair of molten gold vertical pupils still maintain the concentration and alienation of an apex predator, glowing slightly in the darkness.
He looked down at his body.
The huge Spirit Power Halo has now been divided into three shares, each in its own place.
Half, fully half of the spiritual power poured into a mysterious place in his body like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea - that was the entrance of Dragon Fighting Plane, a broken world carrying the power of Myriad Creation Dragon God. Those Spirit Power Halo submerged into it and turned into the purest original energy, nourishing the broken world.
Just a little bit.
Zhong Shenxiu can clearly sense that Dragon Fighting Plane's long-dormant Twelve Star Dragon Ring is slowly reviving. Two of the twelve star cores that were originally dim and dim are now slightly lit up, and the third one is also flickering on and off. As long as there is another batch of spiritual power infusion, the second stage of charging can be fully activated.
By then, more Fighting Dragon Card may be available.
In other words... maybe it can completely awaken a Doulong!
The other half of the spiritual power was divided into two parts.
A copy was absorbed into his Soul Spirit - the 2,400-year-old Earth Dragon. At this moment, Earth Dragon was entrenched in the depths of his soul, surrounded by an increasingly dense light. Its size was a full circle larger than before, the originally rough scales became thicker, and the bone spurs on its back became sharper, and it had a vague tendency to evolve into a sub-dragon species.
Four thousand seven hundred years.
Zhong Shenxiu silently sensed the age of Soul Spirit. A trial by Spirit Ascension Platform increased the age of Earth Dragon by a full two thousand three hundred years.
The other spiritual power was completely integrated into his body.
Bones, tendons, flesh and blood, organs...
Everywhere is frantically absorbing the influx of spiritual power. Under the guidance of Clear Dragon Heart, those spiritual powers are no longer just used to improve Soul Spirit, but are used to polish the body and temper the blood.
Zhong Shenxiu made a fist.
The knuckles crackled, which was a natural reaction after the muscles and bones were strengthened to the extreme. He could clearly feel that his physical strength had increased by at least 30% compared to before entering Spirit Ascension Platform. In those places covered by dragon scales, there were faint golden lines flowing under the skin.
Level thirty-six.
Soul Power's cultivation level still remains at this level without any improvement. But Zhong Shenxiu knows that his current combat power can no longer be measured by simple Soul Power Level.
The spiritual power that poured into the body was not used to build up the height of Soul Power, but was used to consolidate the depth of the foundation.
Tall buildings rise from the ground.
What he wants is never a sudden and rapid progress, but an immortal body that can carry the power of Myriad Creation Dragon God.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his head and looked forward.
Then, his eyes froze slightly.
There was deathly silence in the forest.
Centered on the bluestone where he sat cross-legged, within a radius of several hundred feet, densely packed Soul Beasts were still prostrate on the ground. Their heads were buried in the soil, their bodies were low and motionless, like pilgrims facing the supreme god.
Those Soul Beast.
Those Soul Beast who had fallen into riots and rushed towards him crazily.
Those Soul Beast who were suppressed by Longwei and regained their clarity.
At this moment, everyone is kneeling here.
They didn't escape.
Even if the dragon's power has dissipated, even if the human has returned to normal, they still did not escape. They just crawled quietly, using the most humble posture to express their awe for the phantom of the light dragon.
Zhong Shenxiu's eyes swept over those Soul Beast.
Millennium Soul Beast, Hundred-Year Soul Beast, Ten-Year Soul Beast.
Various types, various forms, densely packed and layered, with him as the center, extending outward in circles, like ripples on the water, and like stars over the moon.
There is no longer fear in their eyes.
It is an almost pious light.
That is Soul Beast's surrender to the higher level of life instinct, and it is the most intuitive manifestation of bloodline suppression. Even if Zhong Shenxiu has restrained all his aura at this moment, those Soul Beast still dare not move rashly, because deep in their bloodline, the shadow of the entrenched light dragon has been imprinted.
That's a memory engraved in my bones.
It is a mark that can never be erased.
Zhong Shenxiu was silent.
He looked at the prostrate Soul Beast, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes.
Then, his thoughts drifted away.
Floating towards the broken Dragon Fighting World.
Drifting towards those scenes of broken mountains and rivers.
Floating towards those Fighting Dragon Clan with countless casualties.
Dragon Fighting Plane.
That was the responsibility he took on and the path he chose.
That broken Plane Consciousness, before turning itself into Plane Master, instilled the memory of that final battle into itself:
The tide of memory is coming.
That was the scene when Zhong Shenxiu inherited Plane Master Authority, and the broken Plane Consciousness was forcibly poured into the depths of his soul--
The sky is cracked.
It's not a metaphor, it's a real crack. The dark cracks are like the claw marks of Giant Dragon, tearing the sky into countless pieces. In the cracks, the chaotic darkness pours down like a waterfall. Wherever it passes, everything withers and life becomes extinct.
The earth is burning.
That was no ordinary flame, it was the world-destroying flame of Black Death Dragon. The black tongue of fire licked the mountains and rivers, devouring the rivers, turning the once lush Dragon Fighting World into purgatory. Countless Fighting Dragon Clan corpses fell on the scorched earth, some were still burning, and some had been reduced to ashes.
In the sky, four bright rays of light were colliding crazily with a mass of darkness that could cover half of the sky.
That's Four Great God King Dragons.
East Sun King Dragon, Luo Sea God Dragon, Overlord God Dragon, Heavenly Mountain King Dragon...
Zhong Shenxiu saw that battle.
I saw how Four Great God King Dragons burned his own origin and trapped Black Death Dragon in the Nine Heavens.
I saw how they used flesh and blood as a prison and soul as a lock to seal the darkness in the deepest part of the plane forever.
I also saw the moment they fell.
Four bright rays of light, like four suns, exploded at the same time.
The light was so intense that even the memory of it made Zhong Shenxiu's soul feel stinging.
The light dissipated.
Four Great God King Dragons's body turned into light rain and fell on the broken earth. Wherever the light rain fell, buds grew on the scorched earth, clear springs emerged from the dry riverbed, and the dying Fighting Dragon Clan's wounds healed and he stood up again.
They used their last lives to leave seeds of hope for this world on the verge of destruction.
And higher up, twelve figures formed a huge circle.
Twelve Star Dragons.
They are connected end to end, forming an indestructible barrier. Within the barrier is the last piece of pure land, the last Fighting Dragon Clan-the old and the weak, women and children, and the injured.
Outside the barrier, there are six demonic shadows as huge as mountains.
Six Great Black Hands.
Each of the six most powerful minions under Black Death Dragon swallowed thousands of the Fighting Dragon Clan. The dark fog on their bodies was imprinted with the faces of countless resentful souls, and their minions were stained with the blood of their compatriots.