Capítulo 992: Chapter 566: Decree and Arrangents (Part 6)
In a flash, scales flew off, and the blood of the True Dragon poured down like a waterfall, dyeing the surrounding Star Sea a poignant golden red.
The Golden Dragon roared angrily, its dragon cries filled with pain and fury, employing various Dragon Clan Divine Skills, stirring up various Laws, yet always neutralized by that Divine Bird’s Blood Fiend power surrounding it, leaving more and more scars on its body, and its aura gradually waned.
Yan Feng watched quietly, not intervening.
The battle was as fierce as it could get, the Golden Dragon nearly driven to the brink of despair, its four dragon claws almost torn off, its dragon tail covered with deep scars down to the bone.
The cries of the Divine Bird grew increasingly shrill, stripping off layers of flesh and swallowing them, its montum becoming stronger.
On the verge of defeat, yet the fighting spirit in the golden True Dragon’s eyes burned even fiercer, waiting in silence for a turning point.
In the mont the blood-colored Divine Bird once again made a fatal dive, its sharp claws about to reach for the True Dragon’s reverse scale, a resonant dragon roar echoed through the Star Sea.
It relinquished all defenses, exhaling a breath of dragon breath, fiercely counterattacking with a near-suicidal stance.
Boom—
A blinding light erupted, a storm sweeping through the eight directions, utterly annihilating the endless stardust remnants.
As the light dispersed, the sight was tragic.
The True Dragon fought to the last mont, the blood-colored Divine Bird’s body torn apart by the dragon breath, its Divine Soul annihilated, yet the dragon itself was severely injured, unable to move.
The massive dragon body floated in the Void like a dying golden mountain, blood flowing from countless wounds like the Angry River, its life essence like a candle in the wind.
The crisis was not over, in the distant starry sky, qi energy erged, powerful living creatures rapidly approaching.
These were other predators, drawn by the ferocious battle and the dragon’s blood aura, at this rate, the Golden Dragon wouldn’t survive, it beca Blood Food for others, a great nourishnt.
Yan Feng stepped forward, silently appearing before the dragon’s head.
Compared to the huge dragon head, his figure seed as small as dust, but the profound majesty of Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune on him made the dying Golden Dragon’s heart involuntarily stall.
Yan Feng looked on indifferently, eyes downcast and silent, just quietly gazing into the golden vertical pupils of the True Dragon, like lakes filled with pain and despair.
After a long while, he spoke, his voice calm:
“Do you want to live?”
Upon hearing his words, the once despairing golden dragon’s gaze instantly sharpened, a fervent glimr of survival flaring in the dim dragon eyes. It moved its head with difficulty, its voice hoarse and weak:
“I do.”
Naturally, it did not want to die, bearing the bloodline of the Nine-clawed Golden Dragon, the emperor of the Dragon Clan, its future was supposed to hold infinite possibilities, how could it die so humiliatingly in this Desolate Star Domain, to be devoured by other living creatures.
Yan Feng was unsurprised by its straightforward answer, stating the conditions:
“Swear with soul blood, acknowledge as your master, and I shall save you today, even help you ascend to the Ancestral Realm.”
The soul blood oath is an unbreakable Divine Soul contract, once made, life and death lie in one’s hands.
But at this mont, the Golden Dragon could no longer ponder these things, its mind fully occupied by the prospect of being helped to the Ancestral Realm.
This is the ultimate dream of every cultivator.
This is trading freedom, and absolute loyalty, for survival and a path to the peak.
The Golden Dragon hesitated for but a mont, then instantly made its decision.
Compared to imdiate death, submitting to a fathomless powerhouse and gaining a chance to beco an ancestor, this choice was not difficult.
“I am willing.”
Without hesitation, the Golden Dragon endured the intense pain, forcing out a wisp of Divine Soul Treasure Blood.
The golden droplet of soul blood floated before Yan Feng, then, with ancient dragon language, it swore, transforming into a complex golden pattern that fell into Yan Feng’s palm.
Swearing the blood oath ant placing its life in Yan Feng’s hands, a re thought from Yan Feng could end its life.
The contract was established.
Yan Feng said no more, raising his hand, a pure and gentle Qi Blood Power surged forth, enveloping the Golden Dragon’s vast body.
This Qi Blood contained unparalleled creation vitality, swiftly nurturing the dragon’s shattered body, healing its deep wounds, replenishing its nearly depleted essence.
Visibly, the wounds on the Golden Dragon began to heal, the broken dragon claws rejoined, the lost dragon blood regenerated within, its waning aura rising like a tide, even more condensed and dense than before the battle.
This was the Ancestral Realm’s Divine Skill, turning decay into wonder.
In just a mont, a dying Nine-clawed Golden Dragon had fully recovered, even reaping benefits from the disaster, its cultivation subtly advanced.
The Golden Dragon let out a contented dragon roar, its vast body stretching in the starry sky, emitting golden light in all directions.
Then, the light retracted, it transford, taking the form of a handso man clad in Golden Armor.
He was heroic in appearance, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a pair of exquisite golden dragon horns on his forehead, naturally exuding an aura of nobility and power, his gaze upon Yan Feng filled with absolute respect and submission.
Yan Feng looked at him, asking flatly:
“What is your na?”
The young man clad in Golden Armor, bowed respectfully, his posture humble:
“Candle Star.”
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At the pinnacle of the River of Space-Ti.
The waves rolled endlessly forward, at tis turbulent, at tis calm.
In turbulence, engulfing Great Realm illusions of downfall, in calmness, flowing with the wise starlight of civilization’s sedint, with the brilliant divine radiance quietly blooming from life.
Color lost its aning here, only countless indescribable sheens intertwined and collided, emitting a deep, eternal roar.
That sound seed to co from the very beginning of ti and space, resounding at the end of an Epoch.
The figure of Chu Zheng stood isolated atop this daunting torrent, surrounded by a faint aura of Chaotic Primordial Qi, like draped in a veil of perpetual tilessness, beneath him, the ever-changing waves of space-ti surged.
He walked upon the waves with steady steps, as though the tides of ti below weren’t temporal surges, but flat ground, his gaze unperturbed, not cast upon the strange and fantastic silhouettes reflecting different eras.
He had actively chosen to migrate through ti and space, moving forward, directly heading downriver towards the future.
Now what needs doing is almost done, yet there remains a long stretch until the future.
He no longer wishes to wait idly, choosing instead to actively traverse ti and space, venturing into the future.
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