The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 28: The Dragon from Another World 1

Vol 2 Chapter 28: The Dragon from Another World 1

When the mad dragon discovered Mo Wen's attention wasn't focused on it, it didn't choose to press the attack.

Filled with apprehension toward this terrifying powerhouse and having something it needed to protect, it almost immediately shifted to a defensive posture.

A raging tidal wave spanning thousands of miles attempted to form a grand array with it and the concealed giant tree at the core.

A civilization's accumulated knowledge and court appointments had granted it strength and skill far surpassing Long Yunshui's. Its power, under normal circumstances, would be sufficient to carve out its own territory as king even if it couldn't destroy other civilizations.

But Mo Wen was both the strongest and the fastest, as well as a peerless assassin without equal.

The mad dragon's mental state wavered violently. Its lock on Mo Wen was forcibly broken, leaving it unable to even identify its enemy.

It almost instantly expanded a defensive sphere centered on itself, but before that could complete, the Dragon Blade had already sliced across its abdomen.

From head to tail, cleaved in two—all vital organs destroyed.

This would be a fatal wound for any normal living creature. Even a dragon capable of freely changing size and form endlessly couldn't withstand such a lethal blow.Countless wooden tendrils desperately pulled the split body together. That lingering voice became exceptionally clear, deeply embedding itself into its mind and body. It wanted to...

The Dragon Blade pierced through the dragon's head, shattering the corrupted soul.

Mo Wen didn't even glance at the thoroughly dead mad dragon, instead punching through the tidal wave.

Visible through the opening, the giant tree was absorbing flesh and blood, sprouting countless branches and fruits. Tiny lifeforms resembling human infants gestated within the fruits, looking as if they could be born at any moment.

New life... but already twisted. Deserved death!

His right hand lifted slightly, terrifying energy gathering within it before violently erupting.

Blinding light pierced through the sky, leaving pale scars, but was blocked by the reforming tidal wave and a dragon's head.

The mad dragon, before dying completely, had actually refined itself into a corpse puppet, ordering itself to throw its soulless head.

In that brief instant, the dragon head was erased, but the two headless, soulless dragon corpse halves still executed spells taught to it by mortals.

Fire in Water!

The spiritual energy particles composing water fell into violent turmoil. Under external force impact and the mad dragon's guidance, an extremely intense reaction occurred.

A miniature sun suddenly rose before Mo Wen, with temperatures exceeding ten million degrees Celsius and spiritual energy expansion that seemed to warp space itself.

Lotus in Fire!

A miraculous lotus bloomed at the center of this continuously expanding sun. The already terrifying high temperatures rose sharply still, with some inexplicable transformation brewing within.

Mo Wen had no choice but to abandon shattering the giant tree. He launched several full-power strikes, completely destroying the still-casting dragon corpse, reducing it to ashes.

It should be dead beyond any possible doubt.

But the dragon in the hearts of those already-twisted survivors had not died.

Countless points of light rose from the giant tree. Ten thousand years of court appointments and faith, ten thousand years of companionship and mutual encouragement—the sacred dragon in their hearts transcended death, taking form once more.

"Dragon, here!"

Even if its previous self had perished, even if memories had blurred, the combat spirit still surged. Until its civilization completely perished, it would absolutely never cease fighting.

This was both its people's wish and its own wish.

No matter how twisted, they would survive.

Realm in Lotus!

The fire lotus's power crossed that boundary, sufficient to birth reality from nothingness. The power to create a Small World was about to erupt in the most violent manner possible.

If Mo Wen hadn't shattered the fire lotus, that is.

The supreme powerhouse broke through the flames, emerging unscathed despite the million-degree Celsius fire failing to burn his divine-iron-like body.

He now stood only ten miles from the dragon and the giant tree it protected—merely a step away.

The mad dragon showed no surprise or fear. A protector fighting for its civilization to the end had long deprived itself of the capacity for such emotions.

It charged forward again, straining every effort to buy time.

But this was the limit for it and its civilization.

Mo Wen ignored the injuries from channeling excessive psychic power. Two massive blood-red hands condensed purely from combat energy suddenly materialized, seizing both the mad dragon and the giant tree.

Then, he exerted force.

Countless twisted souls on the giant tree attempted to attack Mo Wen, while formation arrays carved in the past continued to resist.

These were the most outstanding achievements of numerous wise minds over ten thousand years—the strongest protections a civilization could create for its survival.

The mad dragon also continuously twisted its body, attempting to use its form as a medium to execute self-destruction spells.

Mo Wen respected their struggle, which was why he would do his utmost to kill them.

Formation arrays shattered, scales exploded—pure power crushed their hopes.

Flesh and blood were ground into dust, the giant tree reduced to fragments. Any possibility of continuation was severed, leaving only residue to prove they had once existed.

"Pity."

Mo Wen gazed at the dragon residue gradually dissipating from losing its faith anchor point, and the wood chips that had nearly lost all vitality.

These remnants were completely insufficient for deciphering this extinct civilization's technology, but facing enemies struggling with their full strength, this was all that could be done.

He rolled them into a ball and tossed it toward a relatively safe area on the continent, then immediately charged toward another battlefield.

Behind Mo Wen, the spatial distortion formed by the lotus in fire remained unhealed. A massive whirlpool affecting thousands of miles persisted for a long time.

Even though he had defeated his enemy at maximum speed, the mad dragon had still left scars on the world that would be difficult to erase.

However, not every regional enemy proved this powerful.

A ten-thousand-foot giant ape strode across water to capture a flood dragon, seizing its head and tearing it apart with a mighty pull. The brutally killed corpse floated on the sea surface alongside other giant crocodiles and island turtles.

The true dragon hid within clouds. A thunderstorm spanning thousands of miles completely shattered all invaders that fell into her guarded waters.

The charging Imperial Mausoleum smashed mountain-sized beasts to pieces. The Undying Army formed into military formations devoured reveling evil spirits entirely. Rising defensive nodes blocked all external enemies...

Mo Wen's efforts over recent years to gather strength and rapidly advance the technology tree had already brought the Chenyao Dynasty's military power to levels previous dynasties could scarcely imagine. For a Small World, one could even say their martial virtue was abundant to an excessive degree.

When Mo Wen swept across oceans and land, slaughtering tens of thousands of external enemies, he noticed the enemy offensive sharply weakening, as if they had almost all died out.

After all, this was only the first wave—fewer enemies were normal.

Passing through the hundred-mile carpet of corpses and defensive nodes returning to standby status, Mo Wen returned to the dynasty's core.

Then he received reports: "High-risk negative emotion individuals appearing throughout residential areas, exceeding grand arrays' influence limits."