C1943 Sowing(2)
Panot and the true King behind him yearned for this very thing.
Gathering the lifeblood of cosmic giant beasts, delving into the mysteries of their blood magic, and inscribing the inherent power and arcane techniques into his belt.
The Lord of the Wasteland, through the first cosmic giant beast of the Origin Realm, came to understand the Primal Blood of this world and its first generation's benefits and drawbacks.
The Lizard, in his frenzied state, was infused with the power of the Abyss, which tainted his bloodline, polluted his body, and left his beast soul in utter chaos, clearly hindering the collection of lifeblood.
The Lizard emitted a sudden, agonizing roar.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Platinum scales burst off under the crushing force of the Dark Tower and the relentless pull of the blood chains.
Regaining his senses and intent on finding a way out, the Lizard looked up at the Dark Tower.
He sensed a power, superior to his own and reminiscent of the lofty Titan Spinosaurus, gazing down at him with a disdainful and icy stare.
The Dark Tower appeared to have become the very eye of this alien entity.
Its gaze upon him was like that of a butcher eyeing the lamb on the block.
Feeling like prey, an item to be pocketed, made the Lizard exceedingly uncomfortable.
It brought back memories of the Titan Spinosaurus and the sensation of being covertly observed by the Demon God Bertain.
Undoubtedly, this was a fearsome being on par with the Demon God Bertain and the Titan Spinosaurus—The Lord of Ruin!
The Lizard, now lucid, was far from foolish. The mere oppressive sensation was enough for him to deduce that the dark pagoda and its unleashed power originated from the revered Beast Gods.
"Blood surges!"
"Mud flows for miles!"
"Scales harden!"
"..."
The Lizard's blood stirred, activating the fresh blood in his sinews and the crystal chains in his heart, unleashing several innate talents.
His unburst scales grew even tougher, and his entwined tail began to quiver, regaining movement.
His giant beast's heart was shielded by the solidified Primal Blood, forming a makeshift armor specifically for the beast's heart, to prevent any mishaps.
Yet,
"It's futile."
Panot shook his head, his small green eyes brimming with mockery. "The Dark Tower, empowered by our king, is not something you can withstand."
Cascading down like a series of waterfalls, the brilliant divine rainbows, once still, began to slowly revolve around the old Lizard. As they spun, the bloodline chains connected to them, which had separated from the rainbows, were also set into motion. The hundreds of barbed chains that had pierced the Lizard's body suddenly exerted a twisting force. This horrific force nearly tore the Lizard apart, causing his skin to split open in an instant. The arcane skills within his blood and his various innate abilities were abruptly halted by this force. The Lizard emitted a scream that shook the heavens.
"You are already one of the mightiest beings in the Origin Realm. Unfortunately, you are not like our king; you are not the Titan Spinosaurus," Panot stated the harsh reality. In its heart, only the Titan Spinosaurus, which had reigned supreme over the Origin Realm in the previous era and obtained the complete life sequence of the Primal Blood, could be spoken of in the same breath as their king. This being had acted as a spokesperson, hunting all life and amassing the essences of numerous giant beasts. Clearly, the Abyssal Greater Basilisk did not measure up.
"Old Spinosaurus..." Wracked with pain that nearly drove him to unconsciousness, his eyes bleeding and platinum scales shattering one by one, the Abyssal Greater Basilisk, feeling his blood and flesh being torn from his body every second, clung to a sliver of hope as he searched for Yu Yuan's presence.
"I am here."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting a bit longer."
Unbeknownst to when it had happened, the Dragon Slaying Stage, once as pearly as crystal or as golden as a nugget, had transformed into a blood-red hue. The color deepened, growing more intense and pure.
Amidst the agony, as the Lizard's blood and flesh were being consumed by the Dark Tower and he was being strangled, he was amassing the power of the Solar Spirit through the Dragon Slaying Stage.
"It has arrived!"
Yu Yuan, manifesting a thousand-foot Divine Visage without the need for the Lunar Spirit and the Solar Spirit, wielded the sharp red crystal, gazing upon the still-spinning divine rainbows.
As if a towering Holy Mountain had been sliced in half at its waist, the Divine Rainbows shattered.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Innumerable tiny crystals spilled from the severed Divine Rainbows, eagerly collected by the Dragon Slaying Stage.
One by one, they vanished within its depths.
"Now, I'll answer the question you asked earlier."
Yu Yuan brandished the red crystal again, his Divine Visage towering a thousand feet high, and cleaved through another dozen Divine Rainbows. He looked at Panot with a wide grin.
Panot, terrified, his face a mask of horror, had abandoned the Hawk God Soderis and was now hurtling towards the Dark Tower.
"The Bloody River from the Dark Star you spoke of isn't my creator. It originated from your realm, yet it sowed the seeds of life in ours."
Yu Yuan's smile shone brilliantly. "You sense its presence in me, but it didn't make me."
"It was assimilated by me. Or to put it in terms more familiar to your world, I... consumed it."
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The red crystal, now the Dragon Slaying Stage, swept through, severing another dozen Divine Rainbows.
Billions of tiny crystal grains poured down onto the crimson surface of the Dragon Slaying Stage like torrential rain, quickly disappearing as if drawn by an irresistible force.
"Eaten, you say?"
Soderis, standing solitary in the Star River like a streak of silver lightning, gazed at Yu Yuan, pondering the profound implications of his words. "That one, that seed bearer, was created for the same purpose as our king!"
Referred to as the seed bearer by Soderis, the Root of the Solar Meridian was tasked with dispersing the Life Seeds to take root and flourish.
The Wasteland's invasion was driven by the belief that these Life Seeds were nearing full maturity.
And among them, a fully ripened Dark Phoenix!
Within the Dragon Slaying Stage, the eighth-level Abyssal Winged Lizard, now healing from its wounds, looked up at the sky, bewildered.
The sky, once golden, now a deep scarlet, burst forth with a sudden rainstorm.
The dense, colorful rain resembled billions of tiny gems, each droplet brimming with vital energy.
Billions of gems were about to touch down when, to his eager anticipation, they vanished into thin air, their destination unknown.
Between the heavens and the earth of the Dragon Slaying Stage, colorful ripples appeared as if they were the pivotal bridge connecting two separate worlds.
All the gems were diverted elsewhere before they could even reach the ground.
"Where on earth did they go?" the little lizard muttered, bewildered.
