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The Dark Dragon emerged, pushing everyone out of the Battle Formation, moving like a king shrouded in darkness, elusive and indistinct. The Dark Dragon could be both a spell and a summoning technique.
It required the combined power of a Cultivator's mana and the Dark Dragon Soul to be completed.
Although Yue Chaoran was at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, he could not withstand the immense mana required for this spell. In an instant, all his internal mana was drained, along with a sliver of his lifespan. The consensus in the Cultivation world is that insufficient mana can be compensated by lifespan.
Generally, Golden Core Cultivators would not easily use the Dark Dragon spell because it also involved sacrifice. The sacrifice was meant to take the life of the opponent; however, if the sacrifice failed, the caster would become the offering instead.
This double-edged spell could either harm others or harm oneself.
At this moment, Yue Chaoran's face was pale as he lost his combat ability and retreated behind the others, supported by Gui Wushuang. All that remained was to see how the Dark Dragon would drain Zuo Dao completely.
An uncontrolled Dark Dragon was terrifying, as all Golden Core level Cultivators present understood. The Dark Dragon Soul was inherently a dark creature; if a Cultivator were in control, there might still be a glimmer of hope, which Yue Chaoran himself recognized.
As the Dark Dragon unleashed its attack—Dark Dragon Devour—it employed its only means of offense.
The massive dragon mouth engulfed Zuo Dao's head, its four claws tightly gripping his limbs while its body coiled around him like twisted dough. From a distance, only a mass of black ink remained visible.
When Yue Chaoran cast this spell, those on the stone platform had already jumped away in all directions.
The Dark Dragon Soul now resembled a parched traveler in the desert who had not had water for days; it pounced on Zuo Dao and began to devour him frantically. Streams of blood shot out from Zuo Dao's body and merged into the body of the Dark Dragon. The scales on its body wriggled like hungry mouths.
This was Zuo Dao's first encounter with such an attack. He wasn't unable to escape; he simply wanted to understand the principle behind this method of attack. He felt his blood and flesh essence being gradually siphoned away and even discovered that his Celestial Soul was under assault.
What a strange spell! This was merely a Fifth-Stage Spell; what if it reached Ninth Stage or even celestial techniques? Would he be able to withstand it? Zuo Dao had never observed any Cultivators in this world before, but he realized he had indeed seen this world.
The platform fell silent while astonishment erupted from below. The leader elder of Yuxian Sect wore a smile on his face; it was worth giving Yue Chaoran a fragment of Dragon Soul before he took the stage, as he had indeed managed to unleash it. It seemed that moving forward, they would need to pay more attention to this child. Using spells beyond one's level was truly monstrous talent.
Yan Zhen and the others watched as Zuo Dao was engulfed by the Dark Dragon, and they instinctively wanted to rush onto the stage. However, they were stopped by the Drunken Old Man, who finally realized that he no longer needed to worry about his disciple Zhen.
After being consumed by the Dark Dragon for over ten breaths, Zuo Dao still exhibited a strong vitality and robust blood energy. In contrast, the Dark Dragon showed signs of change after absorbing a significant amount of Zuo Dao's flesh and blood essence.
The crowd on stage remained oblivious, as did those below, including the Nascent Soul Ancestor.
The power of the Dark Dragon was well-known; even though it was merely a fragment of the Dragon Soul, many cultivators would prefer to avoid facing it. While a physical Dark Dragon could potentially be dealt with, its manifestation in soul form was terrifying.
All attacks against it were ineffective, merely becoming sustenance for the Dragon Soul. Only a body of pure Yang or similar treasures could restrain the Dragon Soul.
The cultivators present could ascertain that Zuo Dao was not practicing any pure Yang techniques, let alone possessing a pure Yang treasure—an item coveted even by immortals. Although there was a celestial sword within the Immortal Sect, it did not belong to the category of pure Yang treasures, confirming that this was a deadlock. Zuo Dao was doomed.
The Drunken Old Man took a sip of wine with bleary eyes and glanced at Yan Zhen and the others.
"That brat is fine," he muttered.
Suddenly, Yue Chaoran on stage felt an inexplicable sense of unease. He looked around but found nothing amiss. What could possibly be wrong? Gui Wushuang noticed his change in demeanor and asked.
"What’s wrong?"
"I have this feeling that something is about to happen, but I can't pinpoint why."
"What else could it be? Isn't that Immortal Sect prodigy about to die at your hands?" Gui Wushuang replied somewhat sourly, feeling a twinge of jealousy at Yue Chaoran achieving the first kill.
Right! It was Zuo Dao! Yue Chaoran finally realized where the problem lay. The fact that the Dark Dragon had yet to disappear meant that Zuo Dao was still alive. This was impossible; no one could withstand such prolonged absorption by the Dragon Soul without their flesh and blood drying up and perishing!
"How long has it been?"
"Get moving!" A frantic shout echoed throughout the venue, startling everyone on stage.
"What’s going on?"
"What’s the problem?"
"What do you mean by 'move'?"
A barrage of questions came flying in.
"Attack! Quickly attack Zuo Dao! He is assimilating the Dark Dragon Soul," Yue Chaoran said succinctly, pointing out the urgency.
"Assimilating the Dragon Soul?"
"How is that possible?"
"That can’t be!"
It was as if they were having a casual chat instead of facing a crisis.
"For God's sake, move now! If he succeeds in assimilating, it will be too late for anything!" Yue Chaoran shouted, jumping up in a frenzy.
From the moment Zuo Dao made contact with the Dark Dragon Soul, he had begun the assimilation process, which had continued until now.
The first step to assimilation is to open one's heart and allow the Dragon Soul to take what it wants. However, even if the Celestial Soul were to completely release itself for the Dragon Soul to absorb, the Dragon Soul would still be unable to move an inch. Although the Dragon Soul has absorbed a great deal of his flesh and blood essence, Zuo Dao does not care. What is his origin? The first principle he comprehended was the "Path of Fusion."
In fact, from the moment the Dark Dragon Soul coiled around Zuo Dao, it had already taken note of its own fate.
The Dark Dragon Soul instinctively sensed a threat; it desperately wanted to escape from this "prey," but all was in vain. It realized that what it once considered a great supplement—the essence of flesh and blood—had now become its death knell.
The essence flowed into its soul continuously; even if it stopped the Dark Dragon Devour, it would not cease. It had shifted from actively consuming to passively receiving.
What once tasted delicious suddenly turned into a deadly poison. With every bit of flesh and blood essence that entered, it altered its soul. At this rate, in less than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, it would completely vanish from this world.
It struggled frantically but was firmly held by Zuo Dao, making it appear to outsiders as if the Dark Dragon was displaying great power.
At this moment, the elite disciples on stage also noticed something unusual. The entirely black Dark Dragon was undergoing a transformation; vibrant red hues were beginning to sprout across its body.
Battle Frenzy leaped forward with a fierce punch aimed at the dragon's head. The body, formed from Yue Chaoran's magical energy, produced a sound like metal striking metal upon impact.
A loud clang echoed through the air.
This also seemed to signal the start of another round of battle.
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