boyutpedia 1032. Summon the Progenitor
1032. Summon the Progenitor
However, Zi Yan's full-force attacks were all imbued with the might of dragons and the cry of phoenixes, and her battle qi seemed inexhaustible, being squandered without restraint.
Xiao Yan wasn't in a hurry to join the battle. He simply released his five Flame Glaze Beasts, which roared as they materialized, unleashing raging flames to harass Ling Xuanmo.
Ling Xuanmo is a peak four-star Dou Sheng, and with the enhancement from activating the Ling Clan's runes, he doesn't show any signs of defeat even when attacked by the three, so Xiao Yan isn't in a hurry at all.
With three against one, they held an absolute advantage. As soon as Ling Xuanmo showed signs of weakness, they would definitely launch a thunderous attack.
With Xiao Yan joining the fray, Zi Yan felt even more exhilarated, able to unleash her full potential after devouring the Dragon Emperor's Origin Fruit without reservation. As the battle progressed, she found herself increasingly relaxed. Her attacks were like a tidal wave, each wave more ferocious than the last.
Meanwhile, Zi Yan's opponent, Ling Xuanmo, felt incredibly frustrated. Zi Yan was growing stronger and stronger, her attacks becoming increasingly fierce, and Xiao Yan was constantly harassing him. He felt a sense of pent-up frustration, unable to use his strength effectively. At the same time, as his internal fighting spirit continued to deplete, even he began to feel a sense of impending danger.
As Ling Xuanmo was surrounded and attacked by the three, the one in the worst mood was actually Ling Yuan, the patriarch of the Ling Clan.
Ling Qingbai has already perished, and his best brother Ling Xuanmo is also facing a great crisis. In the battle, at most the Soul Clan's Soul Light has gained some advantage, but they are still far from a true victory. He can't even see any hope of victory.
He had to admit that these people were indeed well-prepared to launch a surprise attack on the Spirit Clan.
With powerful enemies lurking around, Ling Yuan's initial resolve had completely vanished as the situation worsened. The last vestige of hope in Ling Yuan's heart also disappeared with Ling Qingbai's death, replaced by a resolute determination.
"Our Spirit Clan has indeed declined, and is indeed the weakest among the descendants of the Dou Di. But if you think that this is enough to covet our millennia-old foundation, then our Spirit Clan will fight to the very last moment and make you pay the price!"
Upon hearing Ling Yuan's words, Xiao Yan, who was engaged in fierce combat with Ling Xuanmo, felt a jolt in his heart and thought to himself, "It's coming!"
Ling Yuan raised his hands high, palms facing upwards. The wounds left on his palms by Qing Lin and the Pill Tower Ancestor completely reopened, and blood gushed out. This blood did not drip, but gathered together and transformed into a beam of light that shot straight towards the core area of the Spirit Realm.
Seeing this, Qinglin reacted quickly, waving her hand in an attempt to stop it. But to her surprise, even freezing that space couldn't stop the blood-red light from flying away.
That is the core of the Spirit Clan's protective formation!
Almost at the same instant the blood-red light entered the core of the array, the huge pillar of light that had been continuously supplying battle qi support to the Spirit Race Battle Saints stopped being distributed to any of them. Instead, carrying world-destroying energy, it crashed down towards the core of the array under the guidance of Ling Yuan's blood-red light!
As this beam of light fell, the entire spirit realm underwent a tremendous change; if one had to describe this change, it would be that dawn broke.
The entire Spirit Realm suddenly became incredibly bright. Upon closer inspection, Xiao Yan saw that it was the light emitted by the vast energy densely distributed throughout the Spirit Realm. The Dou Qi was gathered and condensed together by the Spirit Clan members using a unique method, forming lakes of Dou Qi.
The battle qi, forcibly gathered together, was so dense it was impossible to disperse. Under Ling Yuan's control, the lake of battle qi seemed to thaw as if it had been frozen in winter.
After melting, the battle qi liquefied and forcefully merged into the Spirit Clan's protective formation. As the liquid battle qi flowed, it emitted a thunderous roar. This level of battle qi input was solely to supply the being summoned by Ling Yuan—the Spirit Clan's last trump card, their true reliance.
Now, both the Eldar and the Alliance knew what was happening. The previously intense battle slowed down considerably, and everyone couldn't help but shift their attention to the center of the pillar of light. The Eldar felt a relief from the pressure, while the Alliance members were more curious.
Dou Di!
That's the power left over from the Battle Emperor!
Even after millions of years of natural attenuation, it remains an absolutely undeniable force.
"I offer my blood as a sacrifice to my ancestor, imploring him to return to his rightful place!"
Ling Yuan's hands moved in a series of complex hand seals. His face showed a ferocious madness, but also a deep longing. He shouted loudly!
As Ling Yuan roared, the battle qi gathered by the Ling Clan's protective formation continued to pour in, eventually forming an extremely pure vortex of battle qi energy. An invisible soul impact spread out from that core.
The Alliance members, suspended in mid-air, felt their hearts skip a beat the moment they sensed this aura. Though it was only for a fleeting instant, they felt as insignificant as newborn infants compared to the source of that power.
As the visual obstruction created by the vortex of battle aura gradually dissipated, a somewhat ethereal figure clad in black armor appeared. His weathered aura and imposing presence clearly revealed his identity.
boom--
The connection stemming from their bloodline caused countless members of the Spirit Clan to instinctively kneel in worship. Without any explanation, they all understood the significance of this figure.
It was because of him that the Spirit Race was able to stand at the pinnacle of the continent and prosper for thousands of years.
He is the true legend among the Spirit Clan, the Spirit Emperor who laid the foundation for the Dou Di realm!
"Paying homage to the progenitor!"
Millions of Spirit Clan members chanted in unison, their voices echoing for a long time, expressing their reverence for this progenitor of the Dou Di.
"Is this the power left behind by the Dou Di?" Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He had seen the soul of his ancestor Xiao Xuan, which was extremely awe-inspiring. But compared to the figure before him, there was something different about it that Xiao Yan could not describe.
When this phantom appeared, Xiao Yan's body also resonated slightly. Of course, the resonance was not strong enough to reach the level of worship that the Spirit Clan members showed.
On the night of the surprise attack on the Pill Tower, Xiao Yan forcibly absorbed the essence and blood of some members of the Spirit Clan. Later, when he advanced to the Dou Sheng level, he internalized it and made it a part of himself. That's why he was able to connect with the phantom of the Spirit Clan Dou Di that appeared at this moment.
Now that the remaining power of this Dou Di has come into play, it means that this battle of the Spirit Clan's surprise attack has truly reached its climax. If they want to take over the Spirit Realm, they must deal with this phantom.
Not only Xiao Yan, but also most of the other powerful figures were seeing the remnant soul of a Dou Di for the first time. They were both curious about it and genuinely shocked.
This kind of power at the Dou Di level has now truly disappeared from the Dou Qi Continent.