This ti he channeled all his strength inside his body, feeling the gush of energy into his heart, then he pointed his claw towards the pillar, as he muttered:
"Dragonair mighty claw technique."
This ti, he used one of the classic dragonair's ways of fighting, the claw technique. The energy manifested itself outside the claw, forming a growing manifestation of the dragon claw, made out of gold and silver colors, moving without pause towards the pillar.
"Boom!"
This strike ca, after all the devastation the lightning caused, to manage to break part of the pillar, causing the owner to scream out loud in huge pain.
The part that fell was like a huge mountain, and when it touched the ground, a huge pit was ford, with a great dust cloud.
After the dust cloud was cleared, the part that fell disappeared, confirming the previous assumptions of Arthur.
'So you are an earth based creature,' he thought to himself, as he repeated the claw attack one ti after another.
The pillar was still being hit by lightning, despite the obvious decline in the tribulation intensity, the pillar had already received massive damage that made him unable to stand, or maintain this form of strength anymore.
So, with each attack from the lightning or Arthur's claws, the pillar lost huge chunks of it, until it was all vanished, leaving behind only a small part of it, in the shape of a bronzed man.
He wasn't a typical man, as his hair was thick, curved from his head, until it fell on his back. His body itself was ten tis that of Arthur, and that made Arthur think he was a giant, a real giant in reality.
The body of this giant was covered by burnt pieces of leather, that was like an old tattered armor. The giant was panting, heavily, due to his deep injuries, which kept releasing his strange dark green blood, forming a huge lake under his body.
"W-W-Who a-a-are y-y-you?"
The giant stuttered, asking with great difficulty this simple question. Arthur, who was still in his dragon shape, didn't show any rcy to this giant.
He knew if the situations were flipped around, this giant would never show him any rcy, and thus he didn't reply back, releasing his last claw attack, to shutter the body of that giant into small pieces, killing him once and for all.
He just took a deep breath, as he looked around him, looking at the distant ongoing battles, which looked like distant gloomy grayish shades from his position.
Arthur then descended on the ground, and before he let that spirit dragon move him back, he took out one of his rings, and took everything that remained from that giant into his ring.
He didn't know what this was, but he believed this was real, and not just a mory. He once heard of cultivators who could control and manipulate ti, creating dreadful ti loops that could entrap the mightiest cultivators without being able to get out.
He thought this might be sothing similar, and that ant he was now living a true piece of history, past history, and anything here was real.
After finished collecting everything, his eyes started to wander the area around him, and anything that seed precious or unique was taken at once inside his ring.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly the voice of the dragon spirit ca so clear into his ears. The spirit was finally awakened from the shock it received from Arthur's performance, and when it spoke, Arthur knew his ti here was over.
"I'm gathering materials," Arthur replied, without even stopping his running through the place.
As he feared, once the spirit sighed on his reply, the world around him shook, and he felt being propelled by a mighty rejection force, entering into a strange whirlpool place, exiting it again to find himself standing in the real world.
However, the once flourishing garden was now tattered in ruins. There was no green anywhere, as everything was now gray or dead black.
"Was this garden an illusion?" he muttered, as this was the only possible explanation to this.
"Good, you have a keen judging mind as well," the spirit dragon appeared in front of him, slightly dimd than before, like it was exhausted.
"I've now fulfilled my master quest, and so you have the right to obtain the full legacy of my master. The way you did in there was really astonishing, as no one had ever fought the way you did.
My master once told the one to co after him would be the only hope to save this world, and he seed to be as wise and right as he always was. Sigh," the dragon spirit said, with a weakening tone the more it spoke.
Arthur noticed that the body of that spirit was now flickering, like a candle light about to be extinguished.
"Hurry, take out your book, I can't sustain this form for longer," the spirit said, and Arthur didn't waste any more second, taking out the old and tattered book from his ring.
The mont the book ca out, the dragon spirit jumped straight into it, to be, strangely and miraculously, absorbed. Arthur felt this book was like a lake, and this spirit was a fish returning ho, being warmly welcod and easily entered the book.
The mont the dragon spirit vanished, all the lights dimd in this place, all except one. The book shone brightly, in bright gold and silver light, before it shook itself free from Arthur's grasp, floating in the midair, with the light shining from it increasing per second.
At this mont, the book's page flipped over, from side to side, very rapid, with a loud flickering noise from pages turning very rapidly. This kept happening one ti after another, and after a hundredth ti, the book suddenly stopped doing this bizarre thing, before it returned to rest, calmly, with the light inside it being dimd, until it rested on the hands of Arthur, like a docile baby, with no light at all.
However, it had transford, to be a whole new book, not the old tales Arthur read before.
The book had thick covers made of gold, with thin silver, linear decorations, surrounding the neatly written words in silver. The words and decorations seed to be engraved on the cover of the book, and the title it now carried made the blood boiled inside Arthur's veins.
"Dragonair Secret Book," Arthur read the words, with so sort of veneration and respect, feeling how heavy these simple words were.
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