Chapitre 5: Dragon Graveyard
Next Day
"Here, this is a Soul Guide for you, It has enough food for you to last ten years and it also has many clothes for you too" Old Ma said, handing me a shimmering crystal device.
Before I could respond, another presence entered the room—a beautiful woman with an air of authority. She looked at me and said, "I am the guardian sent by the Martial Spirit Hall for you. I will accompany you."
I shook my head decisively. "Only those with Spirit Rings below five can come with me," I stated firmly, meeting her gaze.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, clearly taken aback by my condition. "Why?" she asked, her tone carrying both curiosity and a hint of skepticism.
"Because where I'm going, the stronger you are, the more dangerous it becomes," I explained, my voice calm but unwavering. "It's not a place for those with higher cultivation. It will only put both of us at risk."
Old Ma and Old Li exchanged looks before nodding in agreement, though I could see they still had their doubts. The woman hesitated for a moment but eventually relented.
"Fine," she said with a slight bow, her tone respectful despite her evident confusion. "I will abide by your decision."
"Okay then, I am leaving," I said, mentally commanding my system to teleport me. In an instant, I vanished before their eyes.
The guardian woman spread her aura, scanning the surroundings. "He's really no longer here," she said, her voice laced with surprise and a hint of frustration.
"Lord Douluo, he's vanished even from your range of consciousness," Old Ma said, bowing slightly.
The woman nodded solemnly. "Yes, it seems his master is at least a Limit Douluo or perhaps even higher," she remarked, her tone grave. Both Old Ma and Old Li exchanged worried glances but nodded in agreement.
"I am leaving. I will return after a year when he reappears," she said firmly, turning on her heel and leaving without further explanation.
Old Ma and Old Li were left alone, reflecting on the extraordinary prodigy they had just sent to the Martial Spirit Hall.
"It was no small matter inviting Su Yang to the Martial Spirit Hall," Old Ma muttered as the the Soul Measuring Device, now shattered and useless.
"Indeed," Old Li replied, his voice thoughtful. "Lord Qian Douluo was informed and recognized the anomaly in the readings. The twin martial spirits and his innate spirit power beyond level 10—it's unheard of."
"That's why they sent her as his guardian," Old Ma said, his eyes narrowing. "She's the fastest and most capable of escorting him or escaping with him should any danger arise."
Old Li sighed deeply. "Still, this boy doesn't seem like the type to rely on others. "
"True," Old Ma said with a faint smile. "But let's hope he doesn't stray too far outside the Hall's influence."
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The Dragon Graveyard.
It was the location revealed to me by the system, a desolate and foreboding place that carried the echoes of a forgotten era. I had just arrived here, the system's guidance ensuring my path was true.
"Now, I have to proceed carefully," I mumbled to myself as my eyes scanned the surroundings.
The scene before me resembled the aftermath of an apocalypse. Everywhere I looked, there were ruins—broken peaks, shattered bones, and remnants of what was once a grand civilization. This was no ordinary place; it bore the scars of a divine war, the cataclysmic battle of gods.
This was where the Dragon God, a supreme being, had been sundered in two by the Shura God. That event marked the beginning of the end for the Dragon Clan. Once the rulers of the skies and symbols of absolute power, the dragons had fallen into ruin. The death of their progenitor led to their empire's collapse, and now, this realm that had once echoed with their roars was silent.
The few dragons that survived had long since scattered, leaving behind a land of decay—a graveyard. This forsaken place, once the heart of their empire, was now a testament to their downfall, their bones strewn across the land like silent witnesses to the glory they once held.
I felt a chill run down my spine. This place was filled with death and lingering resentment, yet it also pulsed faintly with the remnants of dragonic power.
"Even in death, their might is palpable," I muttered, my voice swallowed by the oppressive silence.
This place wasn't just a graveyard; it was a test, a trial for those daring enough to seek the legacy left behind by these mythical beings. And I had come here for more than just exploration.
I clenched my fists. "Let's see what you've left for me, Dragon Clan," I whispered, taking my first step forward into the heart of the Dragon Graveyard.
Right now, I found myself on the outermost edge of the Dragon Graveyard. Despite lacking a Spirit Ring, I wasn't without power—my skills tied to my puppet and the Strings of Domination were more than enough to give me an advantage here.
"But first, I need dragon blood," I muttered, glancing around at the desolation. This graveyard was a sacred ground for those with dragon blood; it rejected outsiders, except for those with the right heritage.
I activated the system in my mind. "System, give me dragon blood with affinities."
[It will cost 200 GP and it will be of lowest rank, which is enough for here.] The system responded, confirming my request as a murky bloodline began to form within me. It was absorbed into my body, and I felt its power begin to settle in, wrapping itself around my core like a tightening cocoon.
A slight tremor ran through me as the dragon blood coursed within, granting me a unique strength—raw and potent, yet also foreign. It felt like a primal force waiting to be unleashed.
I clenched my fists. "Good, not bad." The blood was far from perfected, but it was enough to give me access to certain powers and a deeper connection with the graveyard itself. I could feel the residual energies of the dragons around me, their wills lingering in the very air, ready to guide or challenge me.
The blood was a strong vessel, full of potential, but it also left a strange sensation, as though my own essence was trying to mesh with the dragon's. It was an odd feeling—powerful yet strange, like a foreign presence moving through me.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Now that the dragon blood had fused with me, it was time to move deeper into the graveyard and uncover what secrets were buried within.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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