Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 937 - 415: Miraculous Revival, Human-Faced Chi Long, Five Ruins of Heaven, Mountain Elder! (Part 2)

Then, life and splendor fused into one.

A unique resonance sparked between them, compelling the Black Spear to rise straight up while its shaft quivered intensely, birthing a vividly crimson, regal droplet of blood.

This blood droplet cleaved into two halves, which plunged immediately into the Egg of Chaos and Amber.

Su Tu plunged into a profound mystical trance, sensing his body dismantling piece by piece as enigmatic mystical forces relentlessly refined every cell.

At the same time, his awareness fully severed from his flesh, countless Dao murmurs echoed through his mind, their obscure and deep cadences booming like divine symphonies that ceaselessly inundated his soul and spirit.

Ineffable techniques blossomed in his soul and spirit, far exceeding all his prior grasp of Divine Techniques.

Against this force, the Subspace’s Primordial appeared as little more than a helpless child.

As that half-drop of essence blood integrated with Amber, Su Tu’s soul and spirit shuddered once again, an inexpressible mighty energy pouring in alongside an archaic, enigmatic, and divine presence.

Through the fog, Su Tu beheld a 'dragon' of inconceivable scale, its colossal form spanning All Realms, diminishing worlds and the Star River to worthless motes of dust.

Even in this first glimpse of its shape, a title welled up instinctively from Su Tu’s core.

The root of all dragon-serpent essences, the eternal origin, the Father of Celestial Extremes, the Daluo Primordial Dragon!!

"My defiant offspring will inevitably trouble you in the future, thus I shall give you a helping hand."

An archaic voice thundered inside Su Tu’s heart.

Before Su Tu could utter a word, the vast dragon disintegrated in a flash, dissolving into endless sparkles that streamed unceasingly into his soul and spirit.

In that instant, Su Tu sensed an indescribable surge of power empowering his soul and spirit.

A dark-golden dragon scale materialized upon the essential form of Su Tu’s soul and spirit, triggering waves of ceaseless uplifting and strengthening.

Cultivating the soul and spirit demands progressive layers of growth, shattering realms one by one, surpassing the Sacred Realm to expand its potential.

Yet at this moment, despite not advancing to the following Sacred Realm, Su Tu perceived boundless horizons for his soul and spirit, endowed with infinite, unrestricted potential.

Concurrently, inside Su Tu’s innate world, those divine marvels started radiating spiritual glows, while an ancient presence flickered in his formerly limpid eyes.

"Oh, I wouldn’t have thought I’d share the same master with you, truly ironic."

Little Xue Yue strode across the firmament, abandoning her habitual cuteness around Su Tu, her tone frigid and visage dour, with twisted moonbeams swirling around her in abundance.

"Were it not for my remaining fragment of soul, you would never have the right to face me directly.

A hollow voice echoed forth, unmistakably issuing from Little Candle, whose form had altered dramatically, as surging spiritual lights emanated from the surrounding Chi Ling, a dense mist cloaking its head.

Beneath the mist, a stately human countenance emerged, bearing a lone vertical eye, within whose pupil endless epochs churned.

"Why so much nonsense, tear it apart!!"

A piercing feminine cry exploded suddenly—from Big Cat herself. Five dread auras now enveloped her, each embodying the archetypal death state of living creatures.

"Tear me apart?? With only half your soul, do you still dare to wield Celestial Wrath and Five Remnants??"

Little Xue Yue sneered derisively.

"Die!!"

Her retort unleashed a horrifying aura—a torrent of insatiable hunger and bleak ruin, as myriad desiccated souls converged from All Realms into the surging power, hurtling toward Little Xue Yue.

The heavens buckled under this might, plunging into pitch blackness, as if voracious demons hungered to feast.

"Destroy One·No Life."

Little Xue Yue shaped her hands into a triangle, the massive blood moon looming behind erupting in warped radiance, fracturing to unveil grotesque eyes.

Zing!!!

A beam of Pure Power of Silence erupted abruptly as a dark light pillar, its potency erasing all existence in utter hush, devouring space and time alike.

As the Hungry Ghost aura clashed toward the annihilating black light, cataclysmic ruin teetered on the brink...

A bizarre black stone suddenly interposed between them.

No thunderous blasts, no apocalyptic havoc—both forces simply evaporated into oblivion, soundlessly.

"Mountain, help me, destroy it!!"

Big Cat’s voice spiked with desperate frenzy.

"Master Mountain, you’re the true elder, now that we return under the same master, we’re our own people, aren’t you being unkind like this?"

Little Xue Yue cooed in sly, wheedling tones.

The peculiar stone stayed quiet, descending softly and shifting into a benevolent elder of sturdy build, his hair and beard snowy white, radiating an unusual feeling of reassurance.

An aura from eras beyond time itself enveloped him.

"The vast power stems from that Primordial Dragon; its force roused our awareness ahead of schedule."

The elder's tone held pure sincerity.

"Yet this isn't the outer world or a spot for your battles; it's the boy's inner realm, designed for our remnant souls' revival. Once beyond, clash as you wish, each depending on their prowess."

"But cause chaos here, and don't fault this old man for losing his temper."

The elder let out a chuckle, but his declaration hushed Big Cat along with Little Candle and Little Xue Yue.

Big Cat nearly protested again, yet Little Candle's tail struck her, compelling reluctant quiet.

Little Xue Yue tsked her tongue before merging once more into the blood moon.

Calmness seemed to settle over everything.

As Master Mountain settled down, Heishan elevated to bear him, morphing into a modest mound.

Perched on the stool, he surveyed the nearby Heishan, heaving a sigh of lament.

"Just this tiny remnant remains..."

"In those days, your selflessness shone, holding off with your strength alone to forge a way for us; absent you, even Immortal Divine Daluo would've been mere insects in combat."

"Knowing full well you mind it little, still I cannot act as if it never occurred."

A cold voice rang out filled with profound reverence as Xi He floated down from the radiant moon, positioning herself before the elder and bending low in a junior's salute, an unexpected display.

After all, this was Xi He, the origin of every lunar entity's concept, yet this elder commanded her obeisance.

"Ha ha ha, truly, outliving countless ages means shouldering some weight, lest this old man accept immortals' homage without merit."

Yet these weary old bones can't withstand great turmoil anymore. Long ago, those two youngsters exploited my True Spirit's absence, wrecking my manifested body in their brawl; now it's even more fragmented, reduced to just this faint 'concept.'

"Even my primary form got destroyed in the fray, so stop calling me Master Mountain—name me Brother Hill instead, for that's all I am now."

Master Mountain joked lightly.

But upon hearing it, Xi He revealed no amusement, instead bearing a deep, inexpressible guilt.

"Moon child, cease this; it was entirely this old man's volition, and our core soul recollections have stirred. I sense that soon this boy will advance further."

"At that time, we can take form in the world."

A fan crafted from black stone materialized in Master Mountain’s grasp.

Xi He gave a nod, her brows knitting slightly: "Master Mountain, for this child to host your True Spirit essence shows talent befitting Daluo already, but he lacks the mark of one who faces tribulations."

"Are you suggesting..."

Yet before Xi He finished speaking, Master Mountain's response already resounded.

"The Silver Throne has run into trouble."