Dragon Soul Resonance Tracing Past Fate
The moment Xie Yunzhi's hand gripped the sword hilt, time seemed to freeze.
An indescribable heat surged from the sword hilt straight to his palm, coursing up his meridians and creating a strange resonance with the Dream-Tracing Jade pendant on his chest. The jade pendant suddenly became scorching hot, its light intensifying, no longer the gentle luster of the past, but as dazzling as the blazing sun, illuminating the entire dark abyss as bright as day.
"ah--!"
He let out a suppressed growl, feeling as if his entire sea of consciousness had been forcibly torn apart by a brute force. No longer were scattered fragments of memory, but a surging, complete torrent, carrying three hundred years of dust, crashing in. Each memory carried a vivid pain, like a red-hot branding iron, leaving a deep mark on his soul.
He "saw" it.
No longer from the perspective of an observer, he seemed to be Yunxi himself, standing on the bank of the crumbling Milky Way.
A fierce wind whipped up a salty, foul-smelling vapor, and the sky was a despairing dark red. The towering, turbid waves seemed to connect heaven and earth; wherever they passed, mountains crumbled, palaces collapsed, and countless lives wailed and struggled in the floodwaters before finally fading into silence. The air was thick with the stench of death, mingled with the salty stench of the water vapor and the murky stench of the mud.
"Quick! Yunxi, the core of the formation is right here!" An aged yet majestic voice rang in his ears. He looked up and saw the Ancestral Dragon coiled in the center of the formation with its enormous body, each scale shimmering with a tragic light under the reflection of the flood. The dragon's body was covered with wounds, and golden dragon blood dripped continuously, merging into the formation beneath its feet.
He (Yun Xi) could feel his spiritual energy rapidly draining away. The Dream-Tracing Jade in his hand was transforming his power into golden array patterns, like weaving a giant net, attempting to restrain the devastating torrent. At the other end of the array, a woman dressed in a dark dress was using her own essence and blood as a guide to stabilize the crumbling foundation of the array. That was his Daoist partner, Mo Shi.
She turned to look at him, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her face as pale as paper, but her eyes were unwavering. "Hold on, we're almost there!" she shouted, her voice distorted by the wind and waves, yet still clearly reaching his ears.
He could feel her life slipping away; every drop of her essence represented the burning of her lifespan. His heart ached terribly, but he had no choice. For the sake of all living beings, for the sake of this world, they had to succeed.
However, at the very last moment before the formation was completed—
"Su Yan! What are you doing!" The Ancestral Dragon let out a roar of shock and anger, which shook the entire space.
A figure appeared behind Yun Xi like a ghost, with a greedy and crazy smile on his face. It was Su Yan, the patriarch of the Su clan at the time.
"Such a divine object, how can it be possessed by you alone!" Su Yan's five fingers formed a claw, aiming directly at the Dream-Tracing Jade in Yun Xi's hand! The claw's wind was fierce, carrying the power to tear through space.
"No--!"
Yunxi was distracted while blocking, and the balance of the array's core was instantly shattered. The previously restrained floodwaters, like ferocious beasts breaking free of their cages, unleashed power ten times stronger than before! The violent energy impacted the entire space, and the array's foundation began to crumble inch by inch.
"Pfft—" Mo Shi, who was the first to be hit, spat out a mouthful of blood and swayed precariously. Her face turned ashen instantly, and the light in her eyes quickly faded.
"Amo!" Yunxi's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rush over, but he was tightly bound by the out-of-control torrent of spiritual energy. He felt as if he were sinking into a quagmire, and every step was extremely difficult.
He watched helplessly as, to mend the rift created by the struggle, Mo Shi gave him a farewell smile. The smile was poignant and resolute, filled with endless reluctance and love. Then, without hesitation, she burned her entire soul and essence, transforming it into the purest energy, which merged into the array's foundation.
That smile became the last glimmer of light in the world.
"No--!!!"
A heart-wrenching pain swept through every inch of Yun Xi's senses. He felt as if his heart had been ripped out, the pain almost unbearable. He watched as Su Yan, severely injured by the backlash of the formation, fled; he watched the Ancestral Dragon let out a mournful cry, using its last strength to forcefully suppress most of the floodwaters back into the abyss, before its body perished...
Endless regret, overwhelming anger, and agonizing despair... these emotions belonging to Yunxi were like the most potent poison, instantly overwhelming Xie Yunzhi's consciousness. He couldn't distinguish whether he was Xie Yunzhi or Yunxi; he only felt as if his entire being was being torn apart by this overwhelming flood of memories and emotions.
In reality, Xie Yunzhi trembled violently, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat instantly soaking through his heavy robes. The grief spanning three hundred years was too real and heavy, almost crushing his soul. He felt his consciousness swaying in the torrent of memories, about to dissipate. The Zhan Yuan Sword hummed in his hand, as if it too was mourning this past.
"Yun Zhi! Thank you, Yun Zhi!"
Mo Xiaoyu's anxious cries seemed to come from a great distance. She saw his pained expression, the bloodshot eyes and despair flashing in them, and her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. She rushed forward without thinking, wanting to embrace him, but was thrown back by a powerful force and fell heavily to the ground.
Her palms were chafed raw by the rough ground, and blood seeped out, but she was completely oblivious. She just stared intently at Xie Yunzhi, watching him being tormented to the point of collapse by his memories of his past life, her heart aching.
Just then, an inconspicuous, dull-colored jade bead she wore close to her body suddenly began to glow softly. The light was gentle and warm, subtly resonating with the tragic dragon aura emanating from the dragon bones. This jade bead was something she had worn since childhood, said to be a family heirloom, and she had never imagined it possessed such extraordinary qualities.
As if drawn by this glimmer of light, the world-destroying storm in Xie Yunzhi's mind suddenly paused.
He abruptly raised his head, his gaze piercing through three hundred years of blood and fire, locking firmly on Mo Xiaoyu before him. The smile on Mo Xiaoyu's face when the Mo clan perished in his past life, and the worried, tearful face of Mo Xiaoyu in this life, overlapped perfectly at this moment. The two figures intersected and merged in his vision, finally settling on the real woman before him, the one who was worried about him.
"It's...you..." he managed to utter the two words with difficulty, as if he had used up all his strength. His voice was hoarse and trembling with disbelief.
The jade bead on Mo Xiaoyu's chest shone even brighter, and a cool and peaceful aura slowly flowed into Xie Yunzhi's body, like parched earth receiving sweet rain. The raging torrent of memories gradually became docile and began to orderly merge into his sea of consciousness. This power was gentle yet firm, smoothing the cracks in his soul and making those violent memories less destructive.
At the edge of the abyss, Su Qingqing and the Su clan elders she brought were forced to retreat repeatedly by the sudden power of the dragon soul, unable to get any closer. The raging dragon energy formed an invisible barrier, keeping them outside.
"How could this be... the power of the Ancestral Dragon... it really chose him!" Su Qingqing clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, oblivious to the blood seeping from them. Her beautiful face was slightly distorted with jealousy and hatred, her eyes flashing with madness and resentment. "This power should have belonged to the Su family!"
The elders behind her also wore grave expressions. One of them whispered, "Miss, this is not a safe place to linger. The awakening of the dragon soul is beyond our ability to contend with. Moreover..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear. Xie Yunzhi had obtained the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance, so his strength would undoubtedly increase greatly. Coupled with the mysterious Mo Xiaoyu, they would probably have a hard time succeeding today.
Su Qingqing gritted her teeth, knowing that the situation was beyond her control. She stared intently at the two people in the center of the light, as if trying to etch their images into her very bones. "Xie Yunzhi, Mo Xiaoyu... I, Su Qingqing, will remember this humiliation! We'll see!"
The light gradually faded.
Xie Yunzhi slowly straightened up. He still gripped the Zhan Yuan Sword, but his aura had undergone a complete transformation. His previous aloofness and arrogance had been replaced by a profound, weathered majesty, and his deep eyes held the weight and weight of three hundred years of trials and tribulations. It was as if, in an instant, he had experienced a joy and sorrow that most people could not endure in several lifetimes.
He turned his head slightly, looking at Mo Xiaoyu beside him, her face pale from exhaustion, his gaze incredibly complex. There was realization, regret, and gratitude, ultimately culminating in a barely audible sigh. He knew that the woman before him was not only the one who had captured his heart in this life, but also the continuation of the bloodline of his soulmate from a past life. This bond was heavier than mountains and deeper than the sea.
The ancient and weary voice of the remnant soul of the Ancestral Dragon echoed clearly once more in their minds, carrying a hint of relief, but also a heavy entrustment:
"Do you see it...? This is the beginning of destiny... and the end you... must bear... The calamity of the Heavenly River has not yet subsided, and the cycle of three hundred years is about to begin... This time, let us not repeat the same mistakes..."
The sound gradually faded into the air, as if it had never existed. But that heavy mission was deeply imprinted on the souls of the two men.
Mo Xiaoyu looked at Xie Yunzhi, noticing the lingering heaviness and sorrow in his eyes, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Are you... alright?"
Xie Yunzhi did not answer immediately. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the undried tear stains on her cheek, his movements as tender as if he were touching a rare treasure.
"I saw everything," his voice was low and hoarse from the upheaval he had experienced, "and I remembered... everything."
At this moment, the two gazed silently at each other before the deep, dark dragon bones, their past entanglements and present-day emotions intertwined, transforming into a silent vow. Beyond the abyss lay menacing enemies and unknown dangers; within the abyss, two souls forced to bear the weight of destiny found each other amidst the echoes of history.
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