Coiling Dragon

by welyjesch

  It was too dangerous.

  “No, not them.”

  Linley, facing the look in Delia’s eyes, felt a hint of guilt in his heart. After all, in this battle against the Deity, it would be wonderful if he won, but if he lost…wouldn’t it have been terribly unfair to Delia?

  “Then who is it? Why do you have to engage in a battle to the death?” Delia said hurriedly. “Could it be that this is an unavoidable battle?”

  Linley let out a long sigh. “Fine, then. I’ll tell you the truth, Delia.” Linley immediately described Yale’s situation in full to her. He started from Yale’s out-of-character desire to have sole rights to buy the battle captives of the Empire, all the way to the point where Yale came to use poison to try and kill Linley, as well as Zassler’s hypothesis.

  If he didn’t kill that Deity, Yale would forever remain a puppet!

  In addition, at this period in time, that Deity was in a badly wounded state, and was also busy. In a few more years, that Deity would have recovered his strength, and he wouldn’t be able to find another good opportunity.

  Most importantly…

  He could afford to waste time, but Yale couldn’t.

  Who knew when that Deity would once more send Yale out to be sacrificed? If Yale truly were to die, Linley would probably blame himself for the rest of his life.

  “Linley.” After hearing everything, Delia wanted to say something, but she couldn’t get it out.

  She didn’t want Linley to risk himself, but she understood Linley’s personality very well. Linley could, for her sake, throw away everything, including his own life. But for the sake of Wharton, Yale, Reynolds, and the others, Linley could do the same.

  “Delia, don’t worry. I still have some reason to be confident.” Linley said.

  “What reason?” Delia hurriedly asked.

  She hoped that Linley could explain it to her and give her an answer that would put her at her ease.

  “A person’s battle strength is based on their personal ability as well as their weapons. Delia, this Bloodviolet sword of mine should be an extremely powerful type of divine artifact.” Linley explained. “In addition to that, Delia, you need to remember that I have two bodies; my original body, and the clone.”

  Linley rubbed Delia on her shoulders and said seriously, “Delia, I can guarantee to you that if one of my bodies is destroyed, I will immediately choose to retreat.”

  Delia had a hint of bitterness on her face.

  She understood what Linley meant. Actually, the loss of either of Linley’s bodies would be a huge blow to him. If his original body was destroyed and his soul dispersed, then…Linley would never be able to train in any other Laws again. He would only have that wind-style divine clone.

  But if the divine clone was destroyed and its soul was dispersed, then it would be lost forever, and in the future, he would never again be able to train in the Laws of the Wind. Even if he managed to gain insights, he wouldn’t receive the acknowledgement of the universe again, and he wouldn’t be given another divine spark.

  From the look in Linley’s eyes, Delia could tell that he had already made his decision.

  “Fine, then.” Delia took a deep breath, staring at Linley. “But Linley, you have to promise me that you will remember what you said to me today. If one of your bodies is destroyed, you have to immediately give up. You can’t let yourself die! You have many other friends and family members aside from just Yale!”

  Linley and Delia looked at each other.

  “I promise.”

  Dragonblood Castle. The main hall.

  Right now, there were many people gathered here. Linley becoming a Deity was a source of great excitement to everyone, but the vast majority of them didn’t know…that when nightfall came, Linley would secretly head out to the Dawson Conglomerate’s branch and to seek out and engage in a deadly battle with that Deity.

  But of course, a few people did know.

  Two people. One was Wharton. The other was Zassler.

  When nightfall descended, the three of them were hovering in the air above Dragonblood Castle.

  “Big bro, you absolutely have to be careful.” Wharton was very much against Linley going to battle that Deity, but he knew Linley’s temperament. All he could do was try to make sure Linley was cautious. “Big bro, don’t forget that there are many people here in Dragonblood Castle who are waiting for you.”

  Linley nodded slightly.

  Zassler also said seriously, “Lord Linley, this Deity trains in the Ways of Death, and he will be most highly skilled at soul-based attacks. You must be careful. His weakness should be in close combat. If you can engage him in close combat, your chances of victory will be very high.”

  Both Zassler and Wharton were actually very worried.

  “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to me.” Linley was filled with confidence in himself.

  After smiling towards the two of them, Linley immediately began to fly in the southwest direction. In an instant, he vanished into the horizon, his speed so fast that it would astonish anyone.

  “Just judging from his speed alone, big bro should be fine.” Wharton now felt slightly more confident.

  Linley, who trained in the Profound Truths of Velocity, was most proficient at speed!

  ……………..

  Within that dark, gloomy underground room.

  The skinny, skeletal Grand Warlock, his entire body covered with that black robe, was seated on the ground in the meditative posture. In front of him, that crystal globe constantly emitted that gloomy green light, illuminating the cold, sinister face of the Grand Warlock. But right at this moment…“Creaaaaaak.” The door to the room opened.

  Another figure, also full covered by a black robe, suddenly appeared in the secret room, as though by teleportation.

  “Are you done refining it?” The hoarse voice came out from the person’s mouth.

  “So, so it’s Lord Beaumont [Bo’meng’te].” From the mouth of the Grand Warlock came a hoarse, ear-piercing laugh, the type of laugh that would definitely frighten a baby to the point of bawling.

  The mysterious newcomer let out a cold snort. “It has been six full years since we have arrived here from the Gebados Planar Prison. You are already in control of the three major trading unions of the Yulan continent. The slaves that you have killed already number over ten million, and your servants have killed many people as well. I think you should be just about ready to finish successfully refining the Gold Soul-Pearl.”

  “Hrmph. Lord Beaumont, do you think refining souls is such a simple task?” The Grand Warlock said with some anger. “Even some full Gods are incapable of refining souls. Souls are extremely fragile and delicate. To purify their essence requires one to be extremely careful and not be the slightest bit overconfident.”

  The mysterious newcomer glanced at the Grand Warlock.

  After a moment of silence…“You should know what my temper is like. I’ve been protecting you all these years. Otherwise, given how badly injured you are, you probably would have been killed by Muba long ago. I’ll give you three more years. If at that time you still haven’t finished refining a Gold Soul-Pearl, then don’t blame me.”

  “Three years. That’s about right.” The Grand Warlock wasn’t worried at all. He said calmly, “In the next three years, I hope you, Lord Beaumont, will continue to help me hold that Muba at bay. Once my soul has fully healed, I won’t have to fear him any longer.”

  The mysterious newcomer glanced at the Grand Warlock, and then his body disappeared from within the secret training room.

  The Grand Warlock watched as Beaumont disappeared, laughing coldly in his heart. “Gold Soul-Pearl? A lowly, despicable fellow like him also wants to get a Gold Soul-Pearl? If I weren’t heavily injured, would I be afraid of you? Do you know…I actually have already successfully refined one. But unfortunately, I’m not going to give it to you.”

  Book 12, The Descent of the Gods – Chapter 26, The Coiling Dragon Ring


  The night was as cold as water. A gentle wind blew past, and with it, Linley’s body travelled dozens of kilometers. Although the Dawson Conglomerate’s valley base was thousands of kilometers away from Dragonblood Castle, to the current Linley, that sort of distance was nothing at all.

  The wind came to a halt, and Linley’s body reformed and became distinct.

  Staring down at the chain of mountains, especially that noticeable gorge, he saw that within the center of the gorge was that important branch of the Dawson Conglomerate’s. Just by relying on his wind sense, Linley was able to discern that there was a huge amount of people within the gorge.

  “Are these the slaves that have been shipped here?” Linley laughed coldly.

  By now, he already knew that the reason why the Dawson Conglomerate was buying so many slaves was for the sake of that Deity, who was refining souls.

  “Although the Coiling Dragon ring is only a damaged soul-protecting Sovereign artifact, at least all I have to do now is protect that hole.” After a day’s worth of cultivation, the ‘patch’ he had used to cover that gap in the scaly, translucent membrane had already became quite firm.

  He looked down below, and with a gust of wind, Linley’s entire body merged with the wind and charged downwards.

  Within the valley, in an eerie, sinister, punishment chamber.

  This punishment chamber’s floor was black with dried blood. A bald man with bared chest was here, a butcher’s blade in his hands. Behind him, there was a crystal ball hanging on the wall. This crystal ball was filled with a dense fog.

  A blindfolded and bound slave was pushed into the room by a guard.

  “Slash.” The bald man ruthlessly plunged the butcher’s knife into the slave’s heart. “Aaaah!” A hoarse cry sounded out for a moment, then faded away.

  Quick, accurate, ruthless!

  He killed a slave in an instant. The slave, after having letting out that cry and died, was immediately dragged out by the guard.

  The dense fog in the crystal ball rumbled for an instant. Yet another soul had been trapped within!

  “Next.” The bald man licked the blood on the butcher’s blade, growing rather excited.

  The bald man loved this job. Ever since he had been arranged to carry out this job six years ago, he had fallen in love with the feeling of killing others. In the past six years, even he himself was no longer sure exactly how many people he had killed.

  “At least a million.” That was what the bald man guessed.

  In the past six years of killing, every day, he killed several hundred people. Sometimes, even as much as a thousand. Over six years, the number of people he had killed was more than a million. Within the valley, there were quite a few people in his line of work. Although the bald man wasn’t sure about the exact figures, he himself knew that there were at least six other butchers.

  “The fog in this crystal ball should be dense enough by now.” The bald man turned and glanced at it.

  He was already quite experienced. After having killed so many people each day, he knew exactly how dense the fog would have grown. But when he turned, he suddenly discovered…

  The crystal ball had become incomparably clear, without a hint of fog within.

  “Ah!?” The bald man was so frightened that his forehead and back instantly were covered with sweat. “What’s going on? Why is there nothing? Impossible. Impossible. No one is near here.” The bald man, despite being normally fearless, was now so frightened that he was trembling.

  The souls in the crystal ball had all disappeared.

  Not just in the bald man’s punishment chamber; all of the souls in all of the punishment chambers had suddenly disappeared as well.

  Linley had descended into the valley, and was standing near a large tree.

  “This…this…what is this?” Linley was shocked. Through the Coiling Dragon ring, he could clearly sense that within the radius of a kilometer, there were twenty places with a large amount of souls that were clustered together. Right; he sensed it through the Coiling Dragon ring.

  “Why are there so many souls here?”

  Linley frowned. He understood. These definitely were the result of the machinations of that Deity. Constant killing, constant collection of souls.

  “Hrmph. He killed so many people in a single day. After several years, how many have died?” Linley felt shocked just thinking about the numbers involved. “This Deity…what has he resorted to, in order to collect so many souls?”

  Linley indeed had no idea. The Grand Warlock hadn’t just sent those nine silver-robed guardians to collect souls; he had also controlled all three of the major trading unions of the Yulan continent, who worked together to constantly deliver slaves to him, slaughtering them and harvesting their souls.

  After all, there were many slaves in the Yulan continent.

  With the three major trading unions joining forces, it wouldn’t be too hard for them to gather tens of millions of slaves over the course of six years.

  “Hey?” Linley suddenly sensed as though the Coiling Dragon ring had a strange power that was binding the souls in those twenty-plus crystal balls. He had a feeling as though with but a thought, he could seize all of those souls and pull them into the Coiling Dragon ring.

  Linley gave this a test.

  In an instant!

  The many souls that had been in the crystal ball all disappeared, reappearing within the Coiling Dragon ring.

  “So many souls? There’s more than ten thousand.” The combined number of souls in those twenty crystal balls were indeed more than ten thousand. But these souls were all directly devoured by the Coiling Dragon ring. What astonished Linley the most was…after devouring the souls, the Coiling Dragon ring began to naturally refine them.

  The countless souls were being transformed into a large amount of golden fog of energy.

  This golden fog of energy, as soon as it interacted with Linley’s spiritual energy, immediately began to naturally be absorbed by Linley’s soul.

  “Rumble…” A large amount of golden energy streamed directly through Linley’s spiritual energy into Linley’s soul-world.

  “Zassler said that once one reaches a certain level of understanding with regards to souls, one can refine souls and then absorb them to strengthen one’s own soul.” Seeing this, Linley began to understand. “So this Coiling Dragon ring can draw souls and also naturally refine them.”

  When those golden fogs of energy drew near to the sword-shaped soul, the sword-shaped soul absorbed these golden fogs as though it were drinking water.

  “Indeed…” Linley could sense an extremely comfortable feeling. His soul was slowly growing. Soon, those ten thousand refined souls in the shape of a golden fog had been completely absorbed by Linley’s sword-shaped soul, but the sword-shaped soul only grew slightly larger.

  But even such a small amount of souls already made Linley feel much more comfortable.

  “This Coiling Dragon ring…” Linley was utterly astonished.

  Refining souls was an extremely complicated process. Only a very few Demigods were capable of doing it, and even the majority of full Gods were not capable of it either. It required a person had a thorough understanding of the nature of souls. Even the Grand Warlock had to be extremely careful when refining them.

  “This ability makes the ring more suited to its reputation as being a Sovereign artifact, albeit damaged.” Linley had a hint of a smile on his face.

  He took a closer look at the ring. He sensed that this Coiling Dragon ring was only capable of absorbing those souls that were not protected by their bodies. If a person was alive, his soul would be very hard to capture. But the binding power the crystal balls held over the souls was clearly inferior to the seizing power of the Coiling Dragon ring.

  The seizing ability was superior to the binding power, and so the souls in the crystal balls had been seized.

  “The radius is just a kilometer or so. Outside of a kilometer, I wouldn’t be able to sense anything.” Lin
ley discovered that only when he flew down into the valley and reached a distance of a kilometer away had he been able to sense those collected souls.

  Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself.

  “Time to spread my spiritual energy to find that Deity. I have to kill him in as short a time as possible.” With a flip of his hand, Linley retrieved Bloodviolet. Linley knew very well that once his spiritual energy discovered his opponent, his opponent would also realize he was here.

  He had to attack in the shortest possible timeframe, not giving the opponent any time to prepare.

  “Time to begin.”

  Linley’s gaze turned sharp.

  Within that gloomy, secret room.

  The Grand Warlock, shrouded in his black robe, was staring intently at eight crystal balls he had retrieved from his interspatial ring. Including the one in front of him, there were nine crystal balls in total. These nine crystal balls all held foggy energy within them along with that golden liquid.

  The Grand Warlock stretched out his two empty hands, and the nine crystal balls instantly began to float in front of the Grand Warlock.

  “Crackle, crackle…”

  The golden liquid in eight of the crystal balls immediately flew out, flowing towards that most important, central crystal ball. The golden liquid was emitting that misty, foggy aura, causing the entire room to be filled with a large amount of mist. The mist was all the essence of many souls.

  If an ordinary person was here, if he just took a deep breath, he would probably accidentally breathe in two or three soul essences.

  The eight streams of golden liquid flew through the air. While making their way to the ninth crystal ball, they most likely released over a hundred soul essences as foggy mist. But the Grand Warlock didn’t care about losing this small amount of soul essence, because it was the golden liquid which mattered.

  Finally, all the gold liquid coalesced within the ninth crystal ball.

  “Haha…” The Grand Warlock let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh. “Three days. In just three more days, these twenty million soul essences will form into yet another Gold Soul-Pearl.” The Grand Warlock was extremely delighted. How could he have encountered such a wonderful environment in the Gebados Planar Prison?