fantasy novels Chapter 42 Burying the Dragon, the Dragon God's Tears
Chapter 42 Burying the Dragon, the Dragon God's Tears
Tang Yu walked to the nearest dragon skeleton. Without using any soul skills or even summoning his martial soul, he stretched out his hands, the bloodline power of the Golden Dragon King surging slightly, his fingertips glowing with a pale gold, and then began to dig into the ground.
The land of Dragon Valley was exceptionally hard, but it was easily broken through by his hands. This was not cultivation, not battle; it was a ritual, a promise.
One handful of soil, then another handful of soil.
A simple tomb gradually took shape.
With utmost reverence, Tang Yu carefully placed the first relatively complete dragon skeleton, piece by piece, into the tomb, according to its original shape.
When Tang Yu picked up the last piece of skull, gently placed it in, and began to bury it, the last trace of restlessness and sorrow remaining on the dragon bone dissipated like a gentle breeze, replaced by tranquility.
The first dragon skeleton has been buried.
There were no rewards, no extraordinary phenomena.
But Tang Yu could sense that the pervasive heavy sorrow in the Dragon Tomb had lessened by a tiny bit. He raised his head and looked at the endless piles of white bones before him, his eyes showing no fear, only determination.
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Tang Yu didn't know how much time had passed. It seemed that there was no distinction between day and night in Dragon Valley. When he was hungry, the purest dragon soul would automatically condense and come to him, turning into energy and merging into his body to quench his thirst and replenish his energy.
When he got tired, Tang Yu sat down to meditate and circulated the "Dragon God Technique" to absorb the omnipresent dragon energy in Dragon Valley. His cultivation level steadily improved and consolidated in a subtle way.
Day after day, month after month.
Tang Yu became the only active figure in the Dragon Tomb. He dug the tomb, pieced together the bones, and buried them. His movements went from clumsy to skillful, and his state of mind went from heavy to peaceful.
The burial of each dragon skeleton is like a dialogue, a reading of the history of the dragon race, and an understanding of one's own bloodline.
Tang Yu's aura grew increasingly solid and profound amidst the tedious and massive project. The Golden Haotian Hammer occasionally appeared in his hand, not for combat, but to more efficiently shake the earth and excavate tombs. His control over power had reached a level of subtlety.
The Golden Dragon King's Dragon Core circulated slowly within his body, resonating with the heavens and earth of Dragon Valley, continuously absorbing the last trace of primordial essence released from the dragon bones during the burial process.
Time loses its meaning here.
Tang Yu was immersed in the "Dragon Burial" ritual, forgetting the outside world and his original purpose, leaving only one pure thought: to let these heroic spirits who fought for the dragon race to the last rest in peace.
Tang Yu buried the descendants of the Wind Dragon King who soared through the nine heavens, buried the Fire Dragon who controlled the flames, buried the Earth Dragon who carried mountains on its back, buried the Shadow Dragon that hid in the shadows... In this process, he witnessed the diversity and power of the dragon clan branches, and also felt the shared sorrow when they fell.
Countless "days and nights" have passed. The mountain of white bones in the Dragon Tomb, centered on Tang Yu, has gradually shrunk in concentric circles. In its place are gently rising mounds, on which grows lush green grass, unique to Dragon Valley and emitting a faint dragon's breath.
Finally, only the last, and largest, skeleton remained in front of Tang Yu.
It lay there, just like a real mountain.
The skeleton was thick and brownish-black, without any trace of dragon wings. The bones of the limbs were so thick that they were like pillars supporting the sky. A single toe bone was taller than Tang Yu himself.
Even after countless years of death, it still exudes a majestic, immovable, and terrifying aura, as well as an overwhelming sense of unyielding spirit and fury.
In the center of its spine, a huge crack that almost split it in two is shocking.
Mountain Dragon King! A direct descendant of the Dragon God, the Dragon King renowned for his absolute defense and the power of the earth!
Looking at this skeleton, which would be considered legendary even among the dragon race, Tang Yu felt a deep sense of awe.
He spent ten times longer than when burying an ordinary dragon, with immense patience and respect, cleaning and piecing together the mountain dragon king's scattered, enormous bones.
When he finally placed the last rib of the Mountain Dragon King in place, the dragon bone, which had been silent for countless years, suddenly trembled slightly.
A yellowish-brown dragon soul, more solid, substantial, and full of wisdom than any previous dragon soul, slowly rose from the skeleton.
The dragon soul's form was no different from that of the Mountain Dragon King in life. It lowered its head, its huge yet gentle dragon eyes gazing at the tiny Tang Yu. There was no aggression in its eyes, only deep gratitude, relief, and entrustment.
It did not speak, but a clear thought entered Tang Yu's mind: "Later, thank you for allowing my companions and me to rest in peace."
"The last vestige of the dragon race's dignity exists because of you."
"I have nothing to repay you with but the most precious bone in this body, and... our final blessing."
The dragon soul slowly dissipated, transforming into the purest earth-yellow torrent that surged into Tang Yu's body.
This energy was vast and gentle, like the embrace of Mother Earth, instantly filling his limbs and bones, especially his torso.
At the same time, at the bone corresponding to the heart of the Mountain Dragon King, a strange bone, crystal clear, containing endless phantom images of mountain and river veins and shimmering with nine-colored halo, automatically peeled off and slowly flew towards Tang Yu.
The torso bone of the Mountain Dragon King! And it's a top-tier soul bone of unimaginable quality!
The moment the soul bone touched Tang Yu's body, it silently merged into him.
Tang Yu felt his torso suddenly sink, as if he were carrying a giant mountain on his back. But then, an unparalleled sense of solidity and power spread from his spine to every rib.
His internal organs were enveloped and strengthened by a layer of warm and thick energy, and the defensive capabilities and strength endurance of his entire torso underwent a tremendous change.
This soul bone not only provides powerful defense and strength enhancement, but also contains a trace of the Mountain Dragon King's laws governing the earth.
Just as the torso bones fused together and the dragon soul energy of the Mountain Dragon King was completely absorbed, the entire Dragon Tomb, and all the buried dragon bone mounds, simultaneously lit up with a faint light corresponding to their attributes in life.
Crimson, ice blue, earth yellow, turquoise... countless rays of light rose from each tomb mound and then converged above the Dragon Tomb.
Ultimately, these rays of light coalesced into a single, indescribable teardrop-shaped crystal, its interior seemingly containing countless galaxies and the floating shadows of dragons.
It exuded endless life force, sorrow, and blessings, slowly drifting down and gently wrapping around Tang Yu's right wrist, transforming into a slender bracelet woven from nine-colored light threads, with the "Dragon God's Tear" hanging at the end.
The Tears of the Dragon God are not shed by the Dragon God himself, but rather a collection of gratitude and blessings from all the dragons after their rest. It is Dragon Valley's final gift to its inheritors.
It contains immense life energy and the fortune of the dragon race, capable of nourishing the soul, enhancing potential, resisting evil spirits, and is an unparalleled treasure for saving lives in critical moments.
The moment the Dragon God's Tears were bestowed upon him, Tang Yu's spiritual world roared, and his spiritual power, which had already grown rapidly during the Dragon Cloud and Dragon Burial processes, was further enhanced.
His perception extended infinitely; wherever his thoughts reached, every inch of Dragon Valley and every breath of life were clearly reflected in his heart, as if a god were looking down upon his kingdom.
At the same time, the soul power that had surged within him due to absorbing the fragments of the Dragon God's core had also been completely stabilized through the sedimentation of the long years of burying the dragon and the harmonization of the Dragon God's Tears.
Although the exact level could only be accurately determined by returning to the outside world, the feeling of being full of power and operating smoothly convinced him that his strength was now completely different from what it used to be.
Tang Yu stood in the center of the now empty Dragon Tomb, where only lush green grass grew. The Dragon God's Tear on his wrist was slightly warm, and the power of the Mountain Dragon King's torso bones flowed slowly through his body.
He looked up at the leaden sky, where countless phantom dragon souls seemed to nod to him before slowly dissipating into eternal tranquility.