"Now, off to the Galactic Dragon City," Liang smiled confidently, his eyes alight with anticipation, as if ready to embark on a grand adventure. With a faint shimmer of energy surrounding him, he prepared himself to teleport away.
However, the tranquility of the moment shattered as a bone-chilling howl pierced the air, causing Liang’s heart to skip a beat. Startled, his gaze snapped upwards, catching sight of a mesmerizing spectacle. Three colossal Arctic Drakes engaged in a fierce aerial battle, their massive forms intertwining amidst the vast expanse of the sky.
In a tremendous display of strength, one of the majestic creatures was ruthlessly sent hurtling through the air by its adversaries. A trail of vibrant blue blood, glistening like ethereal dew drops, rained down upon the earth below, blending seamlessly with the vast ocean stretched out in the distance.
The ground beneath Liang quivered as the injured Arctic Drake crashed onto the icy terrain near him, unleashing a violent cataclysm that shattered the once solid surface into a fractured mosaic.
High above, the two remaining adversaries ceased their relentless assault, suspending themselves in mid-air with a palpable air of tension and uncertainty.
Liang observed the scene with a mix of amusement and curiosity, his eyes scanning the area with a sharp intensity.
"Why haven’t they attacked yet?" he wondered aloud, his mind racing to find a logical explanation for the strange behavior of the two drakes.
Suddenly, the injured arctic drake raised its head weakly, its breaths coming in shallow gasps. Its eyes, a vivid shade of blue, locked onto Liang’s gaze with a mixture of plea and hope. In that fleeting moment, a connection seemed to form between them.
Was this injured drake somehow seeking his help? Could it be that the two drakes in the sky were waiting, observing his every move before they decided to strike? A subtle smile curved his lips as he dismissed the notion of their sinister motives. He had no intention of interfering; after all, he was already fatigued from the previous intense battle.
The injured arctic drake let out another weak howl, its voice carrying a sense of desperation and determination. It was clear that the creature’s intentions were becoming more defined.
But Liang remained unwavering, deep-rooted like an unyielding mountain, his face betraying no emotion. He stood firm, unwilling to be lured into the arctic drake’s plea for assistance.
Observing this, the arctic drake with its deep blue eyes took another moment to survey their desolate surroundings. Realizing that there was no one else to turn to, a surge of determination flashed in its eyes like a flickering flame. It opened its mouth, releasing another resounding howl that sent shivers down Liang’s spine. The very essence of its being seemed to ignite as its aura intensified, burning with an unwavering resolve.
Liang stood resolute, his gaze locked forward, his expression an unreadable as ever.
With a surge of willpower that commanded nature itself, the arctic drake burst into existence beside Liang.
With regal splendor and a flourish that seemed choreographed by the winds of destiny, it unfurled its splendid wings. These vast appendages, bedecked with iridescent scales that glinted like a thousand tiny mirrors, enveloped Liang.
These arctic drakes, both the injured one and the two in the sky, were not ordinary beings. Their presence exuded power that rivalled that of a seventh-order realm expert.
The two arctic drakes in the sky exchanged glances, their eyes filled with uncertainty and contemplation. They silently questioned each other, seeking to decipher the actions of the creature before them.
"What do you think?" one of them asked, a touch of doubt creeping into its voice. "What is the meaning behind this sinner actions?"
The other drake remained silent for a moment, its eyes glinting with a cautious pragmatism, "This person is not just another bystander. From how effortlessly he dispatched those four dwarfs, I can tell he hasn’t even begun to unleash his full power. There is more to him than meets the eye, Let us proceed with caution and reevaluate our next move."
Once again, their eyes widened in surprise as they witnessed the unexpected turn of events. Liang’s two swords materialized in a shimmering display of ethereal light, their elegant blades penetrating the injured arctic drake’s heart with precision and grace. The air seemed to hold its breath as the arctic drake let out a weak howl, its own life force slipping away with each passing moment.
Turning its gaze towards Liang, the arctic drake’s eyes flickered with a mixture of gratitude and regret.
Slowly, it fell to the ground, its noble blue blood staining the pristine, icy terrain.
With a grace that defied belief, the two arctic drakes descended beside Liang, their powerful wings creating a gentle gust of wind. Their eyes fixated on the lifeless body sprawled before them.
A bewildering exchange of gazes ensued between the two creatures, communicating a shared sense of perplexity and curiosity.
Finally, with a simultaneous flicker of their massive wings, they soared once more into the icy expanse, leaving Liang to contemplate the aftermath.
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"What thoughts occupy your mind?" questioned one of the arctic drakes, its voice resonating with uncertainty.
"It’s difficult to say," the other drake responded, its deep voice carrying a hint of caution. "She was trapped, with no other choices left."
"A forlorn situation indeed," acknowledged the first arctic drake. "But this individual has shown a ruthlessness that surpasses expectation."
"The human race is without doubt are the worst race."
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Liang’s eyes shimmered with a mix of contemplation and amusement as he watched the two arctic drakes vanish into the distant horizon.
After some thought, he shook his head, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Liang summoned forth a wondrous object: a deep blue egg, bordered by an aura of ethereal energy throbbing softly around it. Marvelous in stature, the egg stood nearly a hundred units in height, its breadth half that measure.
Its surface gleamed, an iridescent canvas casting a hypnotic dance of colors, reminiscent of an astral sea dotted with the light of a thousand stars.
Adorning the egg was a labyrinth of golden and sable runes, interlaced with elegance and meticulousness, crafting an innate tapestry of mystical symbols. Each rune appeared to throb with an enigmatic power, barely contained within their sinuous confines.
Despite its outward stillness, a faint hum seemed to emanate from within, a vibration so subtle that Liang was almost convinced he imagined it.
His fingers brushed against the cool, delicate shell, and immediately a stream of energy rippled through his hand. A sensation akin to a whispered greeting traveled up his arm, a sign that the egg recognized the touch of its conjurer.
"Fascinating," Liang murmured, though he is unsure of the nature of the bring inside it.
With a swift movement, he stowed the egg securely, committing its fate to the unseen whims of destiny.
Yet his gaze couldn’t help but return to the lifeless corpse of the arctic drake, its magnificent form now stilled in the cold embrace of death.
Arctic drakes, he knew, didn’t cultivate runes like humans. Instead, they drew upon the the power of their bloodline, This allowed them to attain a formidable strength, on par with that of a seventh-order realm expert. Alas, their potential peaked at that level, with even the mightiest among them, the revered matriarch, only reaching the capabilities of a late-stage seventh order realm expert.
"The body of a seventh-order arctic drake," Liang mused, his voice low and tinged with a mix of excitement and caution. "A rare treasure indeed, not to be wasted... but..."
He paused, his gaze distant as he contemplated his own current state. He acknowledged that he could only be considered a runic cultivator at best, with his physical prowess left untapped and undeveloped.
The reasons were complex, rooted in the difficulty of mastering and cultivating the Boundless Universe Art.
Even the legendary Infernal Void Emperor, the master of the art, had managed to cultivate only half of its profound depths, harnessing the powers of the Boundless Law and the Void Law.
With only half of the required essences, The heavenly core he had condensed was far from complete, still lacking the perfection it sought.
Although he possesses the capability to begin cultivation at will, he feels that mastery of the void law alone is insufficient.
Regarding the enhancement of his bloodline, he requires a substantial quantity of true spirit blood essence or certain rare herbs, both of which are exceedingly difficult to procure.
When it comes to Body Refining and the development of his physical form, he has yet to find a suitable method.
Despite the Boundless Void Depository’s vast collection of arts and techniques, the majority are dedicated to bloodline or spirit cultivation and most of them are just up to the Void Transformation Realm.
In fact, within the Martial Rising Realm, only a select few techniques are deemed truly exceptional. Securing any one of these elite methods poses a significant challenge.