Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 627 - 288: The War Ends, The Origin is Obtained (5200 words)_2

Unfortunately for the Dragon Emperor, Wang Xiu paid him no heed and continued to swing his fists down with brutal force. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He knew full well that the Dragon Emperor was extremely cunning; everything he was saying was merely to placate him. The moment Wang Xiu truly believed his words and left this Zhulong Space, the other party would undoubtedly turn on him.

To put it plainly, Wang Xiu currently lacked the ability to truly control an opponent of this caliber. There was no reason for him to gamble his own safety on the Dragon Emperor keeping his word. Therefore, it was far safer to finish him off right here and now.

The Dragon Emperor's condition grew even worse. His soul form dimmed, and even his howls became fainter than before.

"Must you be so ruthless? Don't force me to take you down with me!" the Dragon Emperor roared.

Wang Xiu's fist was his only response.

The Dragon Emperor's eyes turned blood-red, looking as if they were about to burst from their sockets. "You forced my hand!"

The next moment, his body began to shine with a dazzling light, as brilliant as a galaxy. A terrifying power, potent enough to make one's heart palpitate, gathered within his form.

Is he about to self-destruct?

Wang Xiu's brow twitched. Activating the Supreme Sensing Chapter, his eyes radiated a divine light, allowing him to see through the circulation of energy within the Dragon Emperor's body. Then, with a single punch, he struck the critical node where the power was surging.

PFFT.

The Dragon Emperor let out a muffled groan, his eyes filled with shock. My self-destruction… was interrupted?

Wang Xiu's move had been deceptively casual, as if he had merely given him a light pat.

He stared at the young Human Race man before him. For the first time, an immense sense of regret flooded his eyes.

This time… I've really messed with the wrong person! It had to be the will of Heaven, to send someone like him to me. I can confirm it now! Wang Xiu must be the reincarnation of some ancient Great Ability. I'd even believe you if you told me he was a Great Emperor starting his cultivation anew.

Regret! So much regret!

If I were given another chance, I would never choose to move against Wang Xiu. Even directly possessing one of my own Dragon Clan descendants would have been far better than this!

...

Alas, there are no second chances in this world.

In the end, the Dragon Emperor died under Wang Xiu's fists, utterly shattered.

His Divine Soul was extinguished.

Not wasting a moment, Wang Xiu immediately employed the Ming Emperor's Soul-Reading Technique, recording all the information contained within the Dragon Emperor's remnant soul into his mind. An existence like this was bound to know countless secrets, and he certainly couldn't let them go to waste.

As expected, when the vast ocean of information flooded his mind, even with his immense Divine Soul and robust body, Wang Xiu felt a splitting headache. The Dragon Emperor had lived for tens of thousands of years. The amount of information in his mind was simply staggering, far surpassing the contents of innumerable ancient texts.

Scene after scene flickered rapidly through his mind, and for a moment, he became so disoriented that he experienced the delusion that he himself was the real Dragon Emperor. It couldn't be helped. Compared to Wang Xiu's mere twenty years of experience, the memories of tens of thousands of years were simply too vast.

Wang Xiu rubbed his slightly throbbing temples and murmured to himself, "...I was a bit hasty. I should have fused with this more slowly."

He sat down right there on the ground and took several deep, ragged breaths. This was, without a doubt, the most difficult battle he had faced since beginning his cultivation. The pressure of fighting the remnant soul of a Quasi-Emperor who had once dominated the Nine Heavens was considerable. But thankfully, he had won.

He sat on the ground and meditated for a long time until he was fully recovered, only then did he slowly rise to his feet.

The Zhulong Space had not collapsed. Freed from the Dragon Emperor's control, it now operated even more smoothly. Streams of dreamlike light flowed past Wang Xiu, like a great river, or perhaps like fate itself.

In the deepest part of the space, a clear and tranquil sphere of light floated silently. The light it emitted was neither blinding nor dim, instead giving off a warm and comforting feeling. On closer inspection, one could see that each strand of light making up the sphere was composed of countless tiny runes and divine patterns, containing the unimaginable principles of the heavens and earth.

"The Origin of Zhulong..." Wang Xiu muttered, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

For this one item, countless souls had met their doom in the vast Northern Sea, dying horrible deaths upon this Dragon Island. And now, he was the only one to have ever truly stood before it.

He rose into the air, gradually approaching the sphere of origin.

When he was about a thousand feet away, a majestic and magnificent vision suddenly materialized around him. An immense, crimson creature roamed the boundless cosmos.

When it opened its eyes, the world was flooded with light, a boundless brightness that could pierce the netherworld and reach into the deepest yin.

When it closed its eyes, daylight flowed into night, and the world grew cold and lifeless, becoming a desolate tomb.

It was as if it were the very incarnation of the world's principles. The changes of the world depended on a single thought from it.

That was the Zhulong! The true Zhulong!

The Origin of Zhulong seemed to ignite, and a tide-like pressure radiated from it, so terrifying it was chilling to the bone. It was a pressure originating from its very level of existence. In this world, there were few beings with a higher order of life than the Zhulong.

Even without everything that happened, those people probably couldn't have gotten anywhere near the Origin of Zhulong, even if they had made it here! Wang Xiu lamented internally.

The Zhulong had long since perished. Not a single trace of its consciousness or intelligence remained. This was merely a sliver of natural pressure emanating from the Origin of Zhulong, possessing no active will, yet it was this terrifying. Wang Xiu estimated that not even an Earth Immortal could break through this layer of pressure.

The entire expedition to Longhuang Island was a complete and utter scam from the very beginning. The Dragon Emperor had preyed on the desires of the great powers of the Nine Heavens, luring them into sending their young prodigies to seek treasure. But Dragon Emperor Ao Lie himself could never have foreseen that he would end up in such a predicament.

...

HUM!

The Zhulong's Scale on Wang Xiu's chest emitted a faint light. The tide-like pressure that had enveloped him instantly scattered into nothingness.

As Wang Xiu drew closer, he immediately felt a profound Dao Yun wash over him from all directions. Countless principles of heaven and earth, and innumerable Divine Skills, each one so obscure it was bewildering.