Free Web NovelChapter 1172: Chapter 1172: The Released Monster
Listening to the eerie and unsettling cries of the Ghost Infant, Fafnir turned back towards the deep pit. He had heard this sound once before, during the raid on the secret vault of the Research Hall. It was one of the Divine Artifact souls they had taken, and he hadn’t expected Bai Ze to have adapted it for use here upon Xue Sha’s modification!
Among those directly confronted by the chilling cries of the Ghost Infant, Phoenix was the most affected. Even with his cultivation level, the sudden assault left his soul wounded and his mind dizzy. As he struggled to steady himself and retreat to safety, the corner of his eye caught sight inside the pit dug by Bai Ze. At the sight, his face turned pale with shock.
Alongside the strange sound waves emitted by the Music Box, an ebony black liquid with a foul stench continuously seeped out from the box. As the liquid infiltrated downward, bit by bit the layers of inseparable seals started to melt open.
"This, this, how is this possible?" Sensing the terrifying and familiar aura leaking through the break in the seal, Phoenix steadied himself and exclaimed in panic.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The powerful dragon roars drowned out the Ghost Infant’s cries, sweeping out of the pit as if emerging from the depths of Netherworld Hell. With successive sound waves, other cultivators managed, but most of those on the scene from the Dragon Race, including Dark Race members like Fafnir, felt their bloodlines surge uncontrollably. An innate oppressive force, inherent in their very existence, pressed upon them, making it impossible to even stand steadily as they collapsed one by one. Struggling for breath, they turned their fearful, apprehensive eyes toward the pit.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat! Damn it! Wasn’t he supposed to have been sealed and killed in that great battle long ago? How is he still alive?" Unlike other Plane Cultivators, the Dragon Realm’s heritage is not documented in writing. High-ranked divine beasts like the Dragon Race from the dual realms, Phoenix, and Golden-winged Roc, often transfer their life’s cultivation insights and clan secrets directly into their descendants’ souls as their time comes to an end. This method passes the clan’s legacy from generation to generation. As Phoenix realized the situation, echoes from his ancestors’ memories revealed to him what this powerful and malicious aura truly was. Compared to Dragon King Zhuo Geng’s son, the difference was like night and day, a vast chasm in power.
Even though his warning came timely, those closest to the pit, whether friend or foe, bore the brunt of it. As the earth trembled violently, clear from the resounding dragon roars, cracks spread from the pit Bai Ze had blasted open. Eventually, these cracks widened into vast ravines, and with a tremendous explosion that echoed throughout the Dragon Realm, the ground underneath them, along with a dozen towering peaks stabbing into the clouds, was hurled into the sky by a colossal force.
Roar～!
The resonating dragon roar, filled with a violent and murderous aura, swept across the entire Dragon Realm. At its periphery, as Long Taichu engaged in a fierce battle with Delacuri, he heard the sound, his expression shifting several times, and inwardly cried, "Not good!"
Only the two leaders of the Dragon Race within the Dragon Realm knew of the secret that the prior Saraf was sealed alive by the Ancestral God for possession purposes. Even clan elders or the heir to the Clan Leader were not privy until they assumed leadership.
"Heh heh heh, those little ones indeed accomplished this." Delacuri gazed at the massive, suffocating silhouette arising amidst fiery clouds in the Dragon Palace, chuckled, and remarked.
"Is this the purpose of your visit today?" Long Taichu’s eyes burned with fury and murderous intent as he looked at Delacuri and said.
"This is merely their purpose, but witnessing this scene, even if that brat Pei Yan doesn’t die this time, my trip won’t have been in vain!"
"I hope you truly believe it’s worth it! Delacuri!" Long Taichu called his name, word by word, "The world says your Blood Race is difficult to handle, and you are the toughest among them, but this legend ends today. Because of your actions today, you and your family will become the sworn enemies of every clan in the Dragon Realm. Only when the last person bearing your family’s bloodline is eradicated will this revenge be over."
Delacuri shrugged off such provocation with indifference, sneering, "Heh heh heh, more and more people want my entire clan wiped out recently; Dragon Realm is no exception. But I wonder who will live to the end between us."
"You won’t see it! Because today, I will begin your family’s decline with your death!"
"Better ensure your Dragon Realm is safe first!"
With a shout, Long Taichu and Delacuri stood once more at odds. Whether or not the Vlad family can withstand the Dragon Realm’s retaliation in the future is uncertain, but for now, in the face of a full-force battle, Long Taichu was entangled with Delacuri, unable to divert his attention to the upheaval within the Dragon Realm’s depths.
Meanwhile, once the upheaval was detected, as the clan leaders of various tribes turned and headed towards the incident site to support, numerous ash-covered, disheveled figures crawled out from the rubble of the ruined Dragon Palace. Both sides, Xue Sha and the Dragon Realm, ceased their fighting, staring blankly at the roaring giant dragon in the sky.
The massive dragon, over four hundred meters in length, far exceeded the recorded physical limits of the dual realm Dragon Race. Its vast wings blocked out the sun and sky, its flaps raising natural heatwaves that forced those below to stumble and hide. As its body twisted, years of accumulated soil were scattered, revealing black-red cracked dragon scales. Each crack glimmered with dark red light, as if its body ran not with blood but with searing lava.
The instant the giant dragon broke free and soared into the sky, it reciprocated the favor by swallowing the strange Music Box that helped unseal it whole. Ordinarily, a cultivator consuming a Divine Artifact in this manner would likely be blown to pieces. Even a Child of Origin would require someone to suppress the Divine Artifact’s soul to merge with it. Yet this prior Saraf devoured it as if it were a snack, merely writhing uncomfortably after a roar before turning his attention back to this now simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar world.
"Is this your purpose for this trip? To release such a monster?" Nero, feeling the oppressive force from the dragon overhead, could sense it bore the same bloodline aura as the current Saraf, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t connect the two.
Before Bai Ze could respond, Saraf the dragon, feeling the same aura, glanced down at the crowd below, the size of ants in comparison. Spotting Nero, he tilted his massive head, scrutinized him carefully, and spoke in dragon language: "Was it you who released your bloodline aura seeking me? Yet you aren’t Dragon Race!"
