185: Chapter 51 Foreign Silver Dragon Ye Yinzhu (Part 1)_1 185: Chapter 51 Foreign Silver Dragon Ye Yinzhu (Part 1)_1 Nox’s eyes burned with a Soul Fire that seemed somewhat weak.
With a low growl emanating from his mouth, a faint golden light shot out from his forehead, piercing directly into the Dragon Soul Tree.
Ye Yinzhu, naturally unaware of what that golden light was, found that the tiny speck of light that penetrated had suddenly tripled the power of the Soul Fire released by Nox.
The milky white light was tinged with a layer of golden aura, pletely enveloping the Dragon Soul Tree within it, with the contraction speed sharply increasing.
In a moment, most of the Dragon Soul Tree had already peeled away.
Another low growl, and the Soul Power suddenly contracted, with a loud bang, a large amount of powder scattered in all directions, making the entire Dragon Domain seem to have violently trembled.
At this moment, Nox’s aura enveloped Ye Yinzhu, preventing him from being affected by the shock.
His right claw was slowly raised, and the Dragon Soul Tree had disappeared.
However, in Nox’s hand, there was now a dark gold piece of wood about one and a half meters long, with a circular cross-section about thirty centimeters in diameter, emanating a tremendous Soul Breath.
As a Foreign Silver Dragon, Ye Yinzhu once again felt suffocated.
Nox gently placed the round wood in front of Ye Yinzhu.
The Soul Fire in his eyes had dimmed even more than before, and he said in a deep voice, “This is the best Dragon Soul Wood in the Dragon Domain.
Since the day the Dragon Domain was born, it has been growing here.
You could say it’s the mother tree of all the Dragon Soul Wood in the domain.
It contains the most Soul Power.
I think there’s nothing more suitable for creating your zither.
After my refinement, all the essence of the mother tree is condensed in this piece of round wood.
Its hardness is even greater than my dragon scales were at first.
Even I cannot be sure of the extent of its effects.”
Ye Yinzhu did not look at the Dragon Soul Wood in front of him but instead raised his head and caught a glimpse of an unusual brilliance flashing through Nox’s weakened Soul Fire.
Bowing his head again, Ye Yinzhu asked, “How am I supposed to cut such a hard piece of Dragon Soul Wood?”
Nox replied, “Not even Artifact rank weapons from the outside world can break through the strong Dragon Soul protection in the Dragon Soul Wood.
There is only one thing that can do it.” A huge milky-white light lit up again, but this time, it wasn’t Nox’s Soul Fire.
No one knew where he had procured an object that slowly drifted down beside Ye Yinzhu.
It was a long horn, about two meters in length, inherently carrying a unique breath, not belonging to any type of Magic Elements, yet related to all Magic Elements, as if it was originally condensed from them.
And the Soul Breath of the Dragon within was so powerful; although not as immense as the Dragon Soul Wood, it was much purer.
“This was one of my horns from before.
It had already fallen off when I died.
Only a weapon crafted from my giant sacred dragon horn can break through the Dragon Soul protection of this top-tier Dragon Soul Wood.
My Soul Power is not abundant any longer, but it should still be enough to help you refine it into a weapon.
What kind of weapon do you need to create the Ancient Zither?”
Facing the top-tier Dragon Soul Wood and now the Sacred Dragon Horn, Nox did not see that Ye Yinzhu’s gaze also held a different light.
“When creating the Desolate Dragon Yin’s Zither, I might need to use carving skills.
Craft it into a fine Longsword, so that I can use it to make the zither.”
Without the slightest hesitation, Nox nodded and said, “Good.
This is also the mark I can leave in this world.” There was no milky-white light; this time, directly, a faint golden dot appeared, quietly merging into the two-meter-long horn.
A strange scene unfolded; under the influence of the faint golden light, the giant sacred dragon horn began to peel away, with shiny white bone fragments scattering around, reducing its volume while the embryonic form of the sword started to emerge.
This time, the golden light was very close to Ye Yinzhu, and he suddenly understood what it represented—Nox’s own Spiritual Imprint, the giant sacred dragon, and it was his last strength.
The first thing to take shape was the sword hilt, about thirty centimeters long.
Perhaps calling it a sword hilt was not apt, for it was entirely in the shape of a dragon.
The pristine and clear Dragon Scales, the elongated and perfect body, and even the fine lines on every dragon claw were so detailed, bringing the entire White Dragon to life.
Without question, this was the image of the giant sacred dragon Nox in life.
The great Soul essence seemed as if it was about to burst out of the sword, but under the Spiritual Imprint of the giant sacred dragon Nox, the Soul Power of the sacred dragon gradually converged.
The hilt’s end was the dragon’s tail, with the entire body of the giant dragon forming the hilt.
The somewhat exaggerated dragon head was raised, the mouth open, and the blade seemed to extend outward as if it was being exhaled from the dragon’s mouth.
The material of the blade and the hilt was pletely consistent, crystal-clear throughout, with a milky halo circulating as if it were half alive.
There was no coldness, only an indescribable fluctuation of magic, and the radiance ebbed and flowed uncertainly.
About an inch wide, the narrow and long blade extended to a length of 1.2 meters, with a distinct ridge on its back and what seemed to be a layer of mist at the edge, a mist formed by magic elements.
“What a fine sword,” Ye Yinzhu couldn’t help but blurt out.
From a young age, he had mostly seen bamboo swords; it was rare for other longswords to make a lasting impression on him, only the Amethyst Great Sword that he had given to Zi last time had truly astounded him.
This longsword, carved entirely from a giant sacred dragon horn, gave Ye Yinzhu a very clear feeling.
Looking at the material alone, it seemed even superior to the Amethyst Great Sword.
It was not flexible, only rigid, but it was an indestructible kind of rigidity.
“My horn is also remarkably distinctive, containing the most quintessential part of me, influenced by the Dragon Essence and soul that was once in my brain.
Within it, many traces of my Dragon Soul Breath are present.
Perhaps you have already seen its mystery, indeed, it can be said to be an all-element magic sword, truly all-enpassing, including even the Dark Element.
Its sharpness can almost ignore all magic defense and physical defense.”
After hearing Nox’s words, Ye Yinzhu couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
Sura’s Angel’s Sigh Dagger was already very powerful, and even the Artifact Eternal Substitute Puppet that he had given to him could only ignore physical attacks.
Yet this refined sword, made from the giant sacred dragon horn, could actually reach the level of ignoring both physical and magic defenses.
It was not only an Artifact but one that surpassed the Eternal Substitute Puppet!
The Soul Fire in Nox’s eyes flickered slightly, his voice filled with emotion, “This might be the last useful thing I leave to the Dragon Clan.
It was made from my horn, and I shall name it after myself; it’s like leaving a trace of my existence in this world.”
Ye Yinzhu nodded his head, bent down, and picked up the Sword of Nox.
The moment the sword hilt touched his hand, he immediately felt a stream of pure, unattributed magic elements rush into his body through his fingers and wrists.
In an instant, the Sword of Nox seemed to be fully integrated with his hand, and even with one less finger, Ye Yinzhu could hold it very securely.
The dragon scale pattern on the hilt provided enough friction.
Waves of cool sensations entered his body, indescribably fortable.
With a casual swing, a layer of milky light reminiscent of a phantom flashed by, and the longsword felt light as if weightless.
Yet where that gentle glow passed, without even the stimulation of Ye Yinzhu’s Douqi, the sword’s radiance shot out three feet, and a clear, captivating dragon chant broke through the air, seizing hearts.
Holding the sword, Ye Yinzhu felt as though the Silver Dragon Imprint within his spiritual imprint was being activated, with the attributeless yet seemingly all-enpassing magic elements constantly roaming within his body.
The transparent feeling made him incredibly fortable.
He admired the longsword, not wanting to let it go.
Just then, the milky light flashed and disappeared, and the Sword of Nox seemed to e to life, transforming into a slender White Dragon that started to circle his palm.
A surge of white light shot up into the dark night sky.
Before Ye Yinzhu could react, the slender White Dragon had already coiled around his right middle finger.
Subconsciously raising his right hand, he allowed that milky divine light to keep spilling out.
Ye Yinzhu found that something seemed to have been added into his Soul Imprint.
A fresh, pure emotion appeared in his heart.
It was happily frolicking and warmly greeting him.
Yes, that was a new spirit, a strange soul.
Nox watched quietly from the side; the Soul Fire in his eyes weakened considerably, pulsing intensely, revealing a trace of gloominess.
As the white light finally began to retreat, Ye Yinzhu felt a lightness in his hands; the Sword of Nox had disappeared, but on his right middle finger was now an odd ring.
The lustrous milky-white had no ostentatious radiance; the ring was shaped like a small dragon, and on the outside, there was a delicately carved dragon head, with the dragon’s eyes being two spots of silver stars.
It looked vividly lifelike.
“Nox, what’s happening here?” Ye Yinzhu asked in surprise.
Nox naturally knew why it was happening, “When an Artifact is born and you are the first life breath it es across, it would naturally attach itself to you.
Coupled with the Silver Dragon Imprint inside you, it would feel even closer, like it has found an outlet to express itself, considering you its master.
From now on, no one else but you can use it, unless you die.”
“But how do I use it?” Ye Yinzhu asked excitedly, looking at the ring on his hand.
“Call to it with your soul; it has a life of its own.
Its soul was formed by absorbing the essence and soul I initially emitted.
The sword remains the Sword of Nox, but you can control the size of the sword body with your spiritual power.
That’s what I can feel.
As to what other abilities it may have, even I don’t know.
The moment it took shape, it left my soul’s control and became an individual entity.
When it turned into a ring, let’s call it the Dragon Soul Ring.” (To be continued, if you wish to know what happens next, please visit , with more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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