90 - Divine Mastering Dragon System

Chapter 90: Right Eye He He stood in the small courtyard, with Huai Ye lying at her feet, and Qin Miao curled up not far away, trembling. Both their expressions were somewhat grim, with Huai Ye even breaking out in a cold sweat while dreaming, occasionally murmuring and reaching for something. It seemed they both experienced a nightmare. For a moment, the young girl's expression was blank. Realizing she had escaped the illusion that almost trapped her, genuine disappointment and desolation washed over her face. Slowly, she knelt on the ground, hugging herself weakly as her shoulders trembled, making her small frame appear even more pitiful. Tears, without her consent, fell and stained the gray bricks with dark spots. The monster wrapped in a girl's skin cried miserably, unable to shake off the lingering memories of the dream, just like tears that would never dry. He He remembered clearly her situation inside the egg. During the endlessly long and vague passage of time, she mechanically absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy, oblivious to the changing world outside. She was a lucky survivor of a fallen lineage, barely surviving in a cave at the heart of the earth's veins. Even though she managed to stave off death by absorbing the spiritual energy of the earth's veins for a time, as the energy dwindled, she was trapped in the egg with no hope of breaking out; all she could do was watch her life slip away amid the chaos. Instinctively, without awareness, she drew on every speck of spiritual energy she could find to extend her life. Finally, when the eggshell began to harden, a turning point arrived. Trapped inside the egg, the dragon unwittingly opened part of her spiritual vision, becoming acutely sensitive to any external disturbance. One day, a pure white figure appeared within the spiritual vacuum formed by thin five-colored aura. Everything in the world had an affiliation, even she, yet this purely white entity seemed void of any traces. Only after breaking out of the shell and acquiring some basic knowledge did she learn that this was what people described as a Heavenly Spiritual Root. In her spiritual vision, into the saturated five-colored world, abruptly intruded an alabaster figure. Within the figure's abdomen was a conspicuous vortex of spiritual power, and the figure's meridians formed a framework like branches for a human body. The alabaster mist filled the empty parts of the body, trailing off at the outlines in wisps of attribute-less white energy. A cluster of white light hovered at the figure's head, indicating the nascent soul cultivated. The pure white figure crouched before the seemingly ossified beast egg, which had caused the depletion of the earth’s veins and the surrounding desolation for miles. Without pause, the figure tucked it into her sleeve and left the cave. Outside, onlookers in mixed colors crowded around, speaking in rising and falling voices of exchange. The white figure responded nonchalantly before leaving with her bold swagger. The creature within the egg desperately absorbed the energy emanating from the white figure, gradually consuming her. Never before having encountered such pure energy nor hatching, she instinctively devoured the energy without disguising her presence or considering how the other might handle her. She blindly sought warmth and sustenance from this creature outside her egg, naturally regarding the figure as a mother. The figure composed of white mist tenaciously supplied copious spiritual energy to the insatiable egg. The seemingly discarded stone began to glow anew. The filth on its surface was cleansed by the emanating energy waves, as pale blue mystic patterns slowly etched across the eggshell, carving and wearing away the hardened shell from within. Daily, the white figure toyed with the palm-sized egg as though it were an intriguing object. From the time of being fed by the white figure to breaking the shell, only a flicker of time passed compared to endless days sleeping in an energy-deprived cavern. When she broke through the shell, welcoming her first glimpse of light, that woman in white was the first being she laid eyes upon in the vivid and colorful world. Heavily contrasting the vibrant view granted through spiritual sight, the last dragon opening its eyes for the first time became imprinted with the presence of a stoic human woman. The serpent-like creature emerged from the egg still slick with fluids, nuzzling affectionately against the woman’s hand, clumsily winding itself around her fingers. It was hard to believe that a beast, nurtured by the energy of a transcendent phase cultivator for a hundred years, could be so weak upon hatching. The woman, with indifferent interest, kneaded the newborn dragon in her hand, until its claw nicked her finger. In the future, someone would sever her claws, extract her spine, and forge them into swords capable of easily piercing through a cultivator's protective aura and body tempered over long years. At that time, her horns were yet to emerge; her scales were small and delicate, with the mane on her head and tail sticking together in wet clumps. The woman gently parted them. It had been years since she had touched a creature that seemed so fragile. She hefted and molded the little dragon without restraint. The dragon flipped about unhappily in her hand, yet sustained no significant harm. People later would flay her impenetrable scales and skin, crafting robes impervious to tribulation lightning and armor invulnerable to any weapon. The woman, like most cultivators who discovered a high-tier beast's offspring, branded the newborn soul effortlessly, without guilt. Though an unfair contract for beasts, as yet ignorant, she willingly accepted it. Her delicate soul connected with her master’s robust spirit, and she heard the first significant words since gaining awareness. "From this day forth, you are mine." Eventually, she would submit to execution under an unequivocal command from the master's contract. The part of her soul documenting all her belonging was placed into a lantern, and as the flame consumed it, it emitted vapors that healed others’ souls, strengthening their spirits. The yet unnamed dragon looked at the woman with amber eyes. In her innately perceptive eyes, she observed every breath and surge of spiritual power within the woman’s meridians. Those eyes, which could observe the passage of heavenly law and earth’s veins, would be gouged out, leaving only black voids. The woman dedicatedly nurtured the late-maturing dragon, feeding her, teaching her, granting her a name when she could finally take on human form, allowing the beast to occupy a place in a sect disguised as a person. What did that woman signify to her? As soon as she could think, He He understood that the woman was not her mother and had no desire to be kin; she taught numerous techniques but never recognized her as a disciple; although she set a hasty and forceful contract at her birth, she never issued commands. Neither mother, teacher, nor master, the woman demanded nothing from the dragonling, her existence inconsequential to the woman’s life. Yet, He He willingly learned the art of external alchemy to cure the ailments hindering the woman’s cultivation, crafting her dragon pearl into a vital artifact. She mastered alchemical recipes, excelled in medicinal arts, achieved a level close to tribulation-breaking... yet she couldn’t save the woman she never called "mother," nor herself from a tragic fate scattered in the world. This small courtyard was a subspace created within a bronze vessel, yet it contained foreign objects not belonging there. Perhaps a resting place for predecessors, disrupted rudely by a visitor. A powerful foreign artifact was employed as an array’s core, forcefully twisting the creation of a bizarre formation designed to penetrate the heart. He He surveyed the surroundings, finding nothing but a few skeletons, dormant in inescapable illusions, alongside themselves. Even she, reborn with intentions to conceal, faced considerable resistance passing through the entrance’s restrictions to this mixed essence realm. The stringent age limitation verified the remarkable talent of a creator not yet twenty years old. Standing in the courtyard's center, she reached towards the air before her. After a distortion, the array's core hidden by an illusion was revealed—a light blue array pattern shimmered in the air, its arrays emitting a soft light that felt discomforting. At its center was a mysterious amber sphere, crystal clear like glass. With a simple gesture, the orb naturally settled into her palm. The transparent hollow ball appeared glazed with honey or seamlessly formed like amber, shimmering with an exceptionally pure golden light. This unknown, purpose-bereft glass bead was the center anchoring this vast and intricate maze, unremarkable even when removed by He He. He He knew what it was and remained silent for a long time. During ancient times, the spirit energy was dense, and the dragon clan thrived, governing all creatures under the heavens. Back then, beyond the northwest sea and north of the Red River, there was a divine dragon, its eyes clear, illuminating the night. Now, with spiritual energy declining, the dragon clan perished, and even raised in this environment, He He, far from rivaling the extinguished light-controlling candle dragon, still possessed a pair of truly discerning eyes. Her left eye could observe heavenly law and right eye the intricate earth veins. Once gouged, they became lifeless, transforming into amber-like glass beads. That person inserted the dragon eyes turned beads to see through, henceforth viewing the world through her eyes. However, inexplicably, despite possessing such a powerful treasure, that person faded from history. A practitioner who consumed dragon flesh and drank its blood could not succumb to natural age in several hundred years, yet how the treasure was seized remained a mystery to He He. She examined the bead in her hand for a moment. The prolonged separation from her body had rendered the organ somewhat unfamiliar to her. He He exhaled softly and gently pressed the transparent bead to her right eye. The dragon's eye, transformed into a bead, instantly liquefied and flowed into her eye. The girl rubbed her stinging eye uncomfortably, and when she reopened them, her right eye blazed like molten gold. The small village girl, whom Xiang Shi Yan once found by chance on Jiu'an Peak, possessed a pair of warm, clear brown eyes. However, He He had drifted far from what she once was, no longer satisfied with human eyes. Increasingly, she longed for the eyes she had in her past life, using the faint visions left by her dark dragon eyes to observe the world without Xiang Shi Yan’s knowledge. Suddenly, the scene before her became vibrant. The colorful spiritual mist and the threads comprising this small space were clearly visible to her. Her gaze pierced through the physical, seeing inside the house where something emitted a dark and indistinct glow. She looked down at the two still asleep. The golden networks within Huai Ye's body were intricately woven, far more complex than those of ordinary cultivators, while a faint light—and a striking black spot—rested upon Qin Miao's spine. Interesting. He He squinted at the object attached to the dragon bone sword. Initially, she intended to awaken Qin Miao here, extract his spine, and reclaim her own bone. But now she changed her mind; perhaps sparing his life for a while wouldn't hurt. Would the master feel frightened upon seeing this peculiar vertical pupil? He He conjured a water mirror before herself, meeting her own gaze after a long while. She mocked herself with a twisted smile. Why did Xiang Shi Yan come to her mind just now? The cool and upright immortal might have shared passions with her past self, but now she, a vengeful demon returned from the netherworld, was seeking refuge under his wings... She hoped the Yuehua Prince wouldn't hinder her and would quietly play the part of a passerby. After all, even now, she would feel a tinge of regret when killing such a good person. However, should it truly come to conflict and confrontation, He He would show no mercy. Author's Note: I've been incredibly busy these past two days, though I'm not sure what I've been busy with. Many thanks to the angels who cast overlord votes or nourished me with nutrient solutions between 2022-04-15 35:48:41 and 2022-04-17 15:03:52~ Special thanks to the angel who dropped a landmine: person in the pit 1; Thanks to the angel who provided nutrient solution: person in the pit 20 bottles; Wuqiqi 5 bottles; Thank you all so much for your support, I'll keep working hard! This site contains no popup ads, permanent domain (xbanxia.com)