Remnant Soul
The mountaintop wind, carrying an ancient sense of desolation and deathly silence, whimpered through the cracks of the half-collapsed palace. Yinglong clung to the cold ruins, her knuckles white from the strain. The pain of her soul being ripped apart hadn't yet fully subsided. Ao Guang's millennia-old despair and madness, like a brand, burned deep into her consciousness.
She slowly straightened up, her gaze returning to her palms.
The faint blue fragment's light had dimmed to its absolute limit, its flickering intervals disconcertingly long, as if the next flicker would be followed by an eternity of silence. The dark aura of desolation entwined around it also grew thinner, no longer stirring like a venomous snake. Instead, it seemed to have lost its support and slowly dissipated.
It's dissipating.
Even with the residual power of the Law of Extinction, after leaving the specific dead environment of the East China Sea, this remaining dragon soul origin is like a fish out of water, heading towards its inevitable end.
Yinglong's pupils contracted slightly.
Not long ago, she might have thought this was the most "appropriate" ending. Let all these entanglements come to an end with the complete annihilation of this remnant soul.
But now, she knows.
He knew about the loneliness and waiting at the bottom of the sea for a thousand years, he knew about the wedding dream he constructed alone and repeatedly disillusioned, and he knew how much weight the words "wait for me to come back" held in his heart.
Let him just disappear completely and silently with all the pain and unwillingness?
No.
She can't do it.
An unprecedented, almost impulsive emotion gripped her. It wasn't pity, nor was it guilt, but a feeling... a mixture of shock, pain, and a sense of responsibility that even she couldn't clearly define.
She had to do something.
At least, she couldn't let him completely vanish into nothingness in front of her eyes in this way.
Yinglong's eyes flashed, and she no longer hesitated. She held the remaining soul fragment in her left hand, and with her right hand, her fingers clenched like a sword. Suddenly, her fingertips forced out a drop of dazzling, golden heart blood, imbued with immense vitality and pure divine power!
The blood bead was round, and within it seemed as if countless tiny scarlet dragon shadows swirled and danced, emitting an aura of supreme masculinity and strength, yet carrying the essence of the dragon race. This was the lifeblood of the Nine Heavens War God, each drop of which was incomparably precious, imbued with the supreme power of repair and nourishment.
She flicked her fingertips.
The drop of golden blood, as if it had life, fell precisely towards the dying blue fragment in the palm of his hand.
"laugh--"
There was no expected rejection or conflict. The moment the golden divine blood touched the dark blue fragment, the previously languishing black energy of annihilation, as if stimulated by something, suddenly shrank, but did not attack. The dark blue fragment itself, like a withered seedling after a long drought, greedily, almost instinctively, absorbed the vast vitality contained in that drop of divine blood!
The faint light grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the frequency of its flickering also increased slightly!
efficient!
But it wasn't enough. A single drop of the War God's blood was but a drop in the bucket for this nearly completely shattered Origin; it could only delay, not reverse, its dissipation.
Yinglong didn't pause for a moment. Her eyes were determined, and her fingertips squeezed out blood!
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Golden blood beads continuously merged into the dark blue fragment. With each drop, the fragment's light stabilized a little, and the unsettling sense of dissipation diminished a little. Meanwhile, Yinglong's face grew paler. Forcing out her lifeblood was no small feat; each drop consumed a significant amount of her vital energy and divine power.
She spared no expense.
As the essence and blood continued to nourish it, the dark blue fragment was no longer just passively absorbed. It began to tremble slightly, and the chaotic and painful thoughts within it seemed to calm down a little. A faint, ignorant spirituality seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep.
Just as Yinglong squeezed out the seventh drop of blood, his body was shaking slightly, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead -
Mutation regeneration!
The few particles of Mysterious Armor of Destruction powder that had been surrounding the fragment in a protective posture suddenly came alive, as if stimulated by the dragon aura and powerful vitality shared by the blood essence! They no longer just floated, but transformed into several extremely fine black streams of light, suddenly piercing into the dark blue fragment!
“Buzz!”
The dark blue fragments suddenly burst out with an unprecedentedly strong light! It was no longer the dying flickering light from before, but a stable, deep dark blue light!
In the light, the entrenched Nirvana Mysterious Armor powder unexpectedly began a strange fusion with the fragments themselves! The black lines of the Nirvana Law, like vines coming to life, intertwined and entwined with the dark blue Dragon Soul Essence. Instead of the previous erosion and confrontation, they formed a strange balance and symbiosis!
A breath that was far clearer and more stable than before, and although still weak, no longer threatened to dissipate at any moment, emanated from the fused fragments.
That aura was pure and ancient, carrying the majesty of the dragon clan and a hint of icy desolation.
More importantly, Yinglong could clearly feel that Ao Guang's thoughts were no longer a chaotic and violent torrent, but had settled down and turned into a deep sadness like an undercurrent in the sea and... a trace of extremely weak confusion about the new life.
Success?
No, it was far from a success. At best, it barely held together a fragment that was about to dissolve into nothingness, preserving its most basic form of existence. It was still fragile, still incomplete, and a million miles away from true "resurrection" or "reconstruction."
But at least... it's a start.
A journey that goes against the laws of Heaven, goes against common sense, and may even go against Ao Guang’s own wishes... the beginning.
Yinglong gazed at the new "core" in her palm, steadily emitting a faint blue light and with black lines flowing within, and breathed a long, weary sigh of relief. She swayed, nearly losing her strength, and had to hold onto the ruins again to steady herself.
The cost is huge.
Seven drops of her lifeblood severely damaged her vitality. Without hundreds of years of meditation, it would be difficult for her to recover.
But looking at the glimmer of light that was no longer on the verge of fading, the heavy feeling of depression in her heart seemed to... loosen a little.
She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.
I don’t know what kind of consequences will be caused in the future if this remnant soul is forcibly maintained.
She only knew that after glimpsing the truth about the millennium of loneliness, she couldn't bear to watch him disappear completely.
Carefully storing the Origin Core, a fusion of Essence Blood and the Mysterious Armor of Nirvana, Yinglong sat cross-legged and began to regulate her breathing. The barren mountain was desolate, with only the faint blue light pulsating faintly within her divine power, like a stubborn new star in the darkness, foreshadowing an untold, thorny road ahead from which there was no turning back.
She closed her eyes, but the image of Ao Guang reaching out his hand to the figure in red appeared in her mind.
This time, it was her hand that was extended.
What he grabbed was a remnant soul that was so weak that it could break again at any time.
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