C1136 The Young Beast Was Crying for Help

After the Songbird Queen uttered these words with detached calm, the dragon egg suddenly surged with a vast and overwhelming power of destruction.

The eggshell began to show even more irregularities, as if iron mountains were battering against the dragon egg, attempting to shatter it and unleash an apocalyptic force.

The elder genius from Ebon Star, who had merged both righteous and evil spells within himself, realized the futility of the situation and chose to remain silent.

Blinding flashes of divine light, mingled with streaks of blood and arcane spells, sporadically burst forth from the fissures in the eggshell.

With each emergence of divine light, the Deathwings trapped in the massive cracks of the eggshell were stripped of a portion of their death force.

It was as though an ancient Sky Fiend was murmuring incantations, drawing upon the power of the gods to erode the legacy within the secular bird's wings.

Additionally, blood-red currents of electricity interwove with the destructive power inside the dragon egg, clashing with the cosmic order.

The clash between Chen Qinghuang and Cao Yi seemed to touch upon the very essence of the Way of Heaven.

Yu Yuan, hovering in the sky, gripped the sheath of the Titanblade, his face etched with solemnity.

At that moment, Yu Yiyi was in pursuit of Yue Fei, who inhabited the body of Lee Yupan, along with the lingering consciousness of the Demon God Grec.

Tan Junshan, diminutive as a fine hair, was deciphering Grec's resurrection ceremony, intent on obliterating it, while Qinghuang was locked in fierce combat with Cao Yi.

All of them were either Demon Gods or at the Unbound Stage, possessing unmatched combat prowess and a profound understanding of the cosmic order.

In contrast, Yu Yuan, hindered by his cultivation's bottleneck and unable to refine his Solar Spirit Body, found himself unable to fully unleash his power. Despite having the Dragon Slaying Stage and mastering several sword spells of the Nine Celestial Slashes, he could not sustain a prolonged battle with the truly formidable.

In the Ionodios Realm, having merged the powers of the Crucible of Evil, Dragon Slaying Stage, and Soulforge Pool, he unleashed a crimson sword light from his scabbard that cleaved through the Absolute Darkness, a momentary yet brilliant flash.

He had drawn upon far too much external power with that strike, depleting a significant amount of his own energy in the process.

"Hah, when it comes down to it, my own level of cultivation is just not sufficient."

He surveyed the unfolding scene before him and sighed, a sense of wonder stirring within him. Silently, he pondered how he might leverage the current circumstances to induce a transformation in the Altar of Rebirth, allowing the heaven soul to be assimilated.

Boom!

Moments later, the Dragon Slaying Stage within the Shenque acupoint quivered ever so slightly.

A thread of his consciousness, now a speck of soul light the size of a rice grain, descended into the Dragon Slaying Stage.

He observed the Chronowyrm and the other giant dragon's remains, shimmering with an odd crystalline light. Within the fractured carcasses, flickers of blood-like luminescence seemed to be drawn by some force, tugging at them.

This shimmering blood-light appeared to be the most pristine power within the Dragon God corpses, embodying the Nagas' most potent and esoteric talents.

At the location of the Chronowyrm's head, a mysterious energy began to emerge, as if connecting to another dimension in time and space.

As this enigmatic energy took shape, an involuntary thought surfaced in Yu Yuan's mind.

With a mere intention, he could wield his own power to snuff out the slowly forming orb of mysterious energy.

He was, after all, the master of the Dragon Slaying Stage. Even if he hadn't yet mastered its full power, he retained the ability to obliterate this enigmatic force.

Within this energy, he sensed an inexplicable threat, prompting a moment of hesitation.

"Save, save me."

"Please, I beg you."

"Please save me. I want to live..."

These fragmented pleas emerged from the mysterious energy, conveying a sense of utter helplessness and desolation. To Yu Yuan, they felt like the cries of a newly sentient child facing imminent peril, instinctively reaching out for aid.

The thoughts evoked an impression of innocence and naivety in Yu Yuan, a stark reminder of the child's ignorance of the world's inherent cruelty.

Whoosh!

The Lunar Spirit from his Mindscape suddenly entered the Dragon Slaying Stage, materializing beside the mysterious energy.

His consciousness could not directly perceive the true wonders of the mysterious energy, only a hazy impression.

The Lunar Spirit, however, was different.

Manifesting in the form of Yu Yuan's soul, the Lunar Spirit narrowed its eyes, intently scrutinizing the mysterious energy.

Gradually, he discerned a dragon-shaped youngling coiled at the heart of a dazzling radiance. It quivered gently, seemingly cowering in terror, as if it feared being devoured.

In that fleeting glimpse of the young beast, Yu Yuan grasped the wonder of the mysterious energy and experienced an epiphany.

This energy was merely a fantastic projection emanating from the dragon egg, made manifest within the Dragon Slaying Stage through the residual power of the Chronowyrm.

The Chronowyrm, with its ability to warp space-time, could disregard spatial constraints.

At present, his Lunar Spirit beheld nothing more than an illusory projection of the events unfolding on the Dragon Slaying Stage. The true occurrences were transpiring within the dragon egg.

"The young Titan Spinosaurus, with its consciousness and spirited body newly formed, is pleading for help through its fledgling spirit."

Yu Yuan's real body, stroking his chin, fell into deep contemplation. In that moment, he empathized with the young creature's despair and helplessness.

The Titan Spinosaurus's youngling had done nothing wrong; it had barely begun to form its consciousness and spirited body when Cao Yi arrived, intent on consuming its draconic essence—perhaps he had even succeeded.

Grec's lingering will, that of the Demon God, also sought to devour the youngling to facilitate his own resurrection.

Chen Qinghuang, Tan Junshan, and Yu Yiyi, these interlopers, had no concern for its fate. Their sole aim was to obliterate everything in this place to seize any advantage for themselves.

A youngling on the brink of hatching, its nascent consciousness could do nothing but desperately call out for assistance.

It was driven by a primal urge to survive, to witness the world, to gaze upon the stars.

"Save me, please, can you save me?"

The young beast's pleas echoed repeatedly, uncertain if anyone could hear, uncertain if anyone would be moved by compassion.

Within the Dragon Slaying Stage, Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit focused his remnant soul once more and could barely make out a dragon skeleton, nearly consumed by tendrils of sanguine light, on the verge of vanishing.

Only around the skull was there a cocoon of enigmatic luminescence, cradling the young beast's soul.

The one ravaging the young beast's skeletal remains was, of course, Cao Yi from Ebon Star. While engaged in combat with Chen Qinghuang, he continued to draw upon this act to augment his power.

To save or not to save?

In that moment, Yu Yuan's tender side was relentlessly hammered by the desperate cries for help. The Titan Spinosaurus, once the king of the giant beasts and the creator of the Everlands, was also the progenitor of the Titans and the Nagas.

The many dragon corpses on the Dragon Slaying Stage were likely the offspring of the Titan Spinosaurus. What would happen if he saved the youngling?

Could the Dragon Slaying Stage break apart and burst?

And if the dragon corpses were consumed by the youngling, empowering it, would the Boulderdawn's Divine Artifact still wield its intended power?

Should the youngling's power grow, could it turn against him? What new horrors might unfold if it were to survive?

A torrent of thoughts flooded Yu Yuan's mind, leaving him in disarray.

At that moment, the energy from the Chronowyrm's scattered space-time essence seemed to awaken two other selves within his subconscious.

The selves from his first and second lives, with their millennia-sealed logic and judgment, emerged like inner demons, the darker side of his heart, urging him to ignore the youngling's pleas and seek the chance to unleash the Altar of Rebirth. To consume the youngling's remains and the nascent soul, and in doing so, to fulfill his own destiny.

It was then that he recalled his past life as the God of Medicine, Hong Qi, who had created Yu Zhu solely to serve him, to live and die at his whim.

Hong Qi had never truly seen Yu Zhu as a partner, let alone family.

She was merely an archdemon of his own creation.

Yet, upon first encountering Yu Zhu in Gloomhollow, he was struck by her devotion, her grievances, her nostalgia, and her patient waiting. His perspective shifted, and he could no longer see Yu Zhu as a mere puppet.

From deep within, he began to accept Yu Zhu, treating her as kin.

Yu Zhu sensed this change and never let him down, even willing to lay down her life for him in critical moments.

"I am Yu Yuan, not Hong Qi, nor anyone else! No one can sway me, change me! Not even my former selves!"

With a dismissive snort, he unleashed his Lunar Spirit, reaching out to the young beast soul within the enigmatic energy.

"How can I assist you?"

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