AWB Chapter 1035 A "World-Destroying Soul Weapon" Powerful Enough to Annihilate Three Realms
Chapter 1035 A "World-Destroying Soul Weapon" Powerful Enough to Annihilate Three Realms
Millions of years ago.
Cangxuan Continent.
The spiritual veins are flourishing, and all races coexist harmoniously.
Unfortunately, a sudden "Soul Demon Catastrophe" turned the Cangxuan Continent into a blood-red inferno.
The Soul Demon race poured in from the outer rifts. They have no physical form and feed on living souls. Wherever they go, living souls are scattered, leaving only lifeless shells.
These demons are not only greedy, but also have the ambition to destroy the continent. They have heard that the Dragon Valley, where the dragons live, contains the purest soul energy in the world. So they ambitiously attempt to break into the valley, extract the soul cores of billions of dragons, and refine the "world-destroying soul weapon" that is enough to annihilate the three realms.
Wanlong Valley, located at the source of the dragon vein in the far east of the continent, is shrouded in spiritual mist and filled with dragon energy, making it a sacred place for the dragon race to thrive and multiply.
The leader of the dragon race at that time was the Yinglong Ancestor, who possessed two wings and controlled wind and thunder.
This ancient dragon, who had lived for over a million years, had witnessed the golden age of the dragon race and experienced countless crises for the clan, but had never seen such a ferocious and terrifying enemy.
On the day the Soul Demon army pressed in, black mist shrouded the entire Wanlong Valley, and mournful soul howls pierced the sky. Countless low-level Soul Demons pounced on the dragon guards at the valley entrance like hungry wolves.
"kill!"
With a roar that shook the universe, the progenitor Yinglong spread his wings, blotting out the sky and the sun. Golden dragon flames spewed from his mouth, instantly incinerating hundreds and thousands of soul demons.
The dragon warriors transformed into their true forms, their giant claws tearing through the black mist, their dragon tails sweeping across the battlefield, engaging in a fierce battle with the Soul Demon.
However, the number of Soul Demons was simply too vast. They seemed endless, emerging from the black mist as if they were resurrected from the dead. Even more terrifying was that their attacks were aimed directly at the souls—each touch would devour a wisp of the dragon's soul energy. Over time, cracks began to appear in the souls of the dragon warriors, and their combat power plummeted.
The battle lasted for ten days and ten nights. On the plains outside Wanlong Valley, the corpses of the dragons and the black mist of the Soul Demons intertwined to form a deathly blood-red landscape.
Nearly half of the dragon warriors had their souls shattered, becoming soul beasts that only knew how to kill, or their souls were completely scattered.
The young dragon eggs in the valley are in even more critical condition. These eggs, which carry the future hope of the dragon race, should have been nourished by the rich soul energy in the valley. However, due to the soul demons plundering the soul energy, the eggshells are covered with spider web-like cracks and may shatter at any time, severing the dragon race's lineage.
Seeing the tragic state of his clan on the verge of extinction, the progenitor Yinglong was heartbroken but helpless.
It tried to nourish the souls of its people with its own dragon energy, but found that the wounds caused by the soul demon were extremely special and could not be repaired by ordinary spiritual energy and dragon energy.
Just as it was on the verge of despair, a faint but pure wisp of natural soul energy entered its senses—the energy was different from the domineering nature of the dragon race, and also different from the mixed nature of cultivators; it was gentle and full of vitality, which actually made its damaged soul feel a little relieved.
Following the source of the aura, the Yinglong Ancestor traversed thousands of miles of mountains and arrived at a secluded valley in the central part of the continent.
This secluded place, imbued with spiritual energy, is inhabited by an ancient human tribe.
The tribe members all regard nature as their friend, and can communicate with the souls of plants and trees, and the spirits of mountains and rivers. Their greatest skill is to use the natural soul energy as a guide to repair damaged souls—this is the ancestor of the Dragon Guardian Soul Clan.
At that time, the tribe was also being harassed by the Soul Demon. Although the tribesmen could repair their souls, their combat power was weak, and they were defeated one after another in the face of the Soul Demon's attacks.
The arrival of the Yinglong ancestor filled the tribe with fear, as they thought another giant beast was coming.
It wasn't until the ancestor Yinglong withdrew his dragon might and transformed into human form—a man dressed in black with gold patterns, whose face was dignified yet unable to conceal his weariness—that he slowly explained his purpose.
"I am Yinglong of the Dragon Clan. Today, Wanlong Valley is besieged by the Soul Demon. The Dragon Clan's soul is shattered, the dragon eggs are about to perish, and the clan is in imminent danger." The voice of the Yinglong Ancestor was hoarse, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes. "I have heard that your clan is skilled in the art of soul repair. I am willing to use the essence of the Dragon Clan as a token to establish an alliance with your clan to fight against the Soul Demon and protect the continent."
The tribal chief was an old man with white hair. He sensed the resolute and sorrowful determination of the Yinglong Ancestor to protect his tribe, and thought of the tragic state of the creatures on the continent under the rampage of the Soul Demon. He had already made up his mind.
“Our ancestors once said that the dragons are scattered in nine places, guarding the nine dragon veins of Qingyuan Star. We admire this great righteousness,” the old patriarch said in a deep voice. “But an alliance must be based on evidence, and both sides must get what they need in order for it to last.”
The progenitor of the Yinglong clan nodded and immediately proposed the terms of the alliance: "The Dragon Clan is willing to impart to your tribe the 'Dragon Qi Soul Nourishing Technique,' a technique that can greatly enhance the soul cultivation talent of your clan members by utilizing the aura of the Dragon Clan."
“Deep within Wanlong Valley lies a ‘Dragon Pattern Soul Crystal Vein.’ The soul energy and dragon energy contained within the vein are intertwined, offering immense benefits to soul cultivators. The Dragon Clan is willing to grant your esteemed tribe control of this vein.”
The old patriarch listened quietly, and after the Yinglong Ancestor finished speaking, he slowly said, "What our clan seeks is not power and resources, but only peace on the continent."
If the alliance is reached, our race is willing to protect the Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons for generations, to repair the souls of wounded dragons, to nourish dragon eggs, until the calamity of the Soul Demon is completely quelled and the dragon race returns to its former glory.
The two were of one mind and immediately embarked on their journey home, returning to the mysterious and solemn Wanlong Valley.
The covenant ceremony was held in the center of Wanlong Valley in front of the "Dragon Soul Altar," a structure that has withstood the vicissitudes of time and millions of years of wind and rain.
Without hesitation, the progenitor of the Yinglong clan slashed his palm, and golden dragon blood dripped onto the stone tablet in the center of the altar like a dazzling meteor. The blood seemed to have a life of its own, seeping into the stone tablet and instantly transforming into a lifelike and majestic golden dragon totem.
The tribal chief then waved his hands lightly, drawing upon his own soul fire, which burned like a blazing flame. A warm, azure soul fire, like a dancing sprite, floated gracefully to the stone tablet and intertwined tightly with the golden dragon totem.
"I, Yinglong, pledge this blood oath with the essence of the dragon race." The voice of the progenitor Yinglong was like a great bell, solemn and majestic, resounding through the sky. "If the dragon race breaks the alliance, it will lose the protection of the Dragon Qi Soul Nourishing Technique. The dragon qi will decline like the setting sun, and the race will fall into an abyss of no return, never to prosper again."
"I, the chieftain of the Soul Clan, swear this blood oath with the soul fire of the entire clan as my witness." The old chieftain's voice was old but firm as a rock. "If my clan breaks the alliance, we will suffer the merciless backlash of the soul energy of the Dragon Pattern Soul Crystal Mine. The souls of the entire clan will gradually dissipate like candles in the wind, never to be reincarnated again."
Once the blood oath was made, a seven-colored glow descended upon the Dragon Soul Altar, dazzling and dreamlike. The golden dragon totem on the stone tablet and the azure soul fire merged perfectly, transforming into a contract light that shone with a mysterious radiance, as if it were the most sacred bond between heaven and earth, and merged into the souls of every dragon and tribesman present.
This light of covenant is the core of the alliance. It is like an indelible brand, deeply engraving the three "inviolable agreements" into the souls of both parties, passed down from generation to generation, never to be erased.