Resurgence
The withered mountain was dead silent, a place where time lost its meaning. Yinglong sat cross-legged, a crimson glow flowing around him, like the sole source of heat in this dim world, slowly repairing the vital energy damaged by the expulsion of his essence and blood. The core of origin, interwoven with dark blue and black lines, hovered a few inches in front of her, enveloped in a gentle yet steady divine power. Like a dormant embryo, it pulsed faintly yet rhythmically.
Each pulse resonated mysteriously with Yinglong's own breathing and heartbeat. It wasn't a connection of strength, but a deeper bond, born from the fusion of the seven drops of his lifeblood essence and the fragments of his dragon soul.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe several years.
The pulsation of that core suddenly produced an extremely subtle ripple that was different from the previous ones.
Yinglong's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.
It wasn't a sense of alarm, but rather a strange perception born from the connection between her spirit and soul. Within her core, the simmering sadness and confusion seemed to be stirred. A faint yet clear "thought," no longer a chaotic collection of fragmented memories, but a complete, bewildered "idea," like the first cry of a newborn baby, was transmitted directly to her heart through the dual connection of blood and soul.
【……cold……】
The feeling was not a sound, but more like a chill that penetrated directly into the bone marrow, accompanied by endless darkness and loneliness.
Yinglong stared at the core without responding, but silently strengthened the supply of divine power, transferring more warm vitality over.
【……black……】
Another thought came, carrying with it an instinctive desire for light and a vague understanding of one's own situation.
The faint blue light on the surface of the core seemed to flicker slightly as this thought was transmitted.
Yinglong remained silent. Like an unchanging reef, she endured all the negative feelings transmitted by this nascent consciousness and responded with her own divine power, building a relatively stable environment for it.
Time passes again.
As the faint will continued to feel the steady and warm "support" of the outside world, its initial fear and discomfort gradually subsided. It began to cautiously explore the outside world like a tentacle.
【……who……? 】
This time, the thought carried a clear question, pointing to the warm and powerful source that supported it.
Yinglong's mind trembled almost imperceptibly at this question.
How should she answer?
Tell it, she is Yinglong? Is she the Nine Heavens God of War that it (he) has been waiting for for a thousand years, who finally drew sword against it and indirectly caused its downfall?
still……
She lowered her eyes, avoiding a direct answer. Through the connection of blood and soul, she conveyed a simple and peaceful thought, without any stigma of identity or past, only pure comfort and existence.
【I am here. 】
These two words, like a warm current, enveloped the ignorant and fragile consciousness.
The core seemed to be quiet for a moment, as if digesting this simple response. Then, a faint feeling of dependence and reassurance rippled back. It no longer questioned, but instinctively moved closer to the source of warmth, drawing on the strength that sustained its existence.
It (he) seems...temporarily satisfied with this simple "existence" and "companionship".
However, this calm did not last long.
As the core gradually stabilized, the fragments of the laws belonging to the Nirvana Mysterious Armor that were integrated into it began to show its domineering and strange side.
At a certain moment, the core's pulsation suddenly intensified! A dark blue light shone brightly, and the black lines within it twisted and expanded wildly like a venomous snake coming to life!
A violent, destructive, and death-filled thought suddenly erupted!
【kill! 】
【Ruin it all! 】
【Together...annihilation! 】
That was no longer an ignorant inquiry, but rather the resurgence of Ao Guang's madness and despair at the final moment! It was the most fundamental desire for destruction, amplified and distorted by the law of annihilation!
This thought was like a black storm, following the connection and violently crashing into Yinglong's soul!
Yinglong groaned, and the crimson light around him swirled violently. This time, the impact was far more focused and ferocious than the previous time he absorbed the memory fragments! Its goal was clear: to drag the "existence" that supported it down with it, and plunge it into eternal nothingness!
A fierce look flashed in her eyes, and the will of the God of War was like a sword drawn from its sheath, rushing forward fiercely!
"town!"
A low cry, not uttered out loud, but resonated directly at the soul level! The immense divine power transformed into invisible shackles, forcibly suppressing the rampaging annihilation intent! The crimson divine light and the dark blue light clashed fiercely in front of her, emitting a sizzling, teeth-grinding corrosion sound.
The core trembled violently under the suppression, and the thoughts it conveyed were full of pain and struggle, as if two consciousnesses were tearing each other apart frantically within it - one was a newborn, ignorant spirit that longed for existence and warmth; the other was the echo of the old obsession that carried all the pain and madness and wanted to destroy everything.
Yinglong's face paled even further, and a trace of golden blood even oozed from the corner of his mouth. Simultaneously suppressing the backlash of the Law of Annihilation and maintaining the stability of the core was a huge burden for her.
But she didn't back down.
Divine power was like a never-ending river, continuously pouring in, reinforcing the blockade while also gently nourishing the weak newborn spirit that was oppressed by violent thoughts.
After an unknown amount of time, the runaway idea of annihilation, under the continuous suppression of the God of War's will and the instinctive resistance of the new spirituality, finally gradually ran out of strength, receded like a tide, and was suppressed back into the depths of the core. The black lines also resumed their slow flow.
The core's pulsation returned to a steady state, and the thoughts it emitted became weak and vague again, carrying a hint of exhaustion, like someone who had survived a catastrophe, and... a subtle closeness. It instinctively knew that it was the source of that warmth that protected it, preventing it from being swallowed by the "darkness" within.
Yinglong slowly withdrew some of his suppressive divine power and looked at the core that had calmed down again with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.
She finally realized clearly what she had saved.
That's not Ao Guang.
At least, not the whole him.
This was a highly unstable "newborn" being, forcibly blended from the fragments of Ao Guang's dragon soul, her war god's blood, and the Law of Desolation. It inherited some of Ao Guang's origins and obsessions, was also tainted with the brutality of the Law of Desolation, and even incorporated her own bloodline.
It is like a dangerous seed, containing the factors of destruction but also a faint possibility of new life.
What will it grow into in the future?
Was he completely devoured by annihilation and turned into a monster that only knew destruction?
Or can it suppress old wounds and truly give birth to a new, independent spiritual intelligence?
Or... one day, get back everything that belongs to "Ao Guang"?
No one knows.
Yinglong extended his finger and, ever so gently, brushed against the dark blue core. His fingertips felt a cold annihilation, a faint hint of life, and also... a heavy, unpredictable future.
She pulled him (it) back from complete nothingness.
But he also personally planted a seed that could detonate the three realms.
Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back.
She retracted her core, closed her eyes again, and continued to regulate her breathing. However, a hint of unwavering solemnity stained her slightly furrowed brows.
Outside the barren mountain, the chaotic cracks are still bizarre and dazzling.
And on the top of the mountain, a silent struggle and gestation has just begun.
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