Chapter 4590 — A Pity, What a Waste
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A mere peak early Nascent Soul cultivator, and already able to stand against a Xuan Sheng stage expert—if even that left him unsatisfied, then Wei Zhao would truly deserve the scorn of every hero under heaven, and how would anyone else go on living?
"Ah, what a pity," Wei Zhao murmured with a slight shake of his head—not over the failure to fathom the lightning art, but over the memory fragment that had projected into his mind and in that instant suddenly shattered into scattered, incomplete shards. To draw anything of value from it now was impossible.
Still, through those fragmented shards Wei Zhao could just make out some of what followed. The epochal battle between the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits and the giant electric eel had not been decided by superiority; after fighting bitterly for who knew how long, the two had ended in mutual ruin.
The commotion of that battle had been so vast that many top-tier beings had been drawn to prowl and watch. Though overawed by the might of the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits and the giant electric eel, they dared not approach for the moment, yet should an opening present itself, then whichever side won this battle was doomed to die regardless.
The Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits was no fool, and neither was the giant electric eel. When each sensed the peril, the two top-tier savage beasts chose to cease hostilities at the very same moment. Thus, gravely wounded as they were, because neither side had perished, those prowling in the distance could not plumb their true condition, and not one dared make a rash move.
A thousand years hence—we fight again!
Such was the message the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits left before departing. The giant electric eel's reply was a pillar of lightning that pierced the heavens, accepting the appointed battle in the most domineering, most flaunting manner—and at the same time thoroughly cowing those covetous presences.
Once it was certain the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits had utterly vanished from these waters, the giant electric eel slowly dragged its battered, broken body back to its former lair to nurse its wounds. Yet its injuries were truly too grave; after holding on with all its might for who knew how long—perhaps several years, perhaps decades or a century—it ultimately failed to recover its vitality. Its vast life force ebbed away bit by bit until at last it became the carcass now lying before his eyes.
As for that Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits, it was never seen again after that. Perhaps it too had died—its wounds, after all, were scarcely lighter than the electric eel's. Or perhaps it still lived, merely hiding somewhere licking its wounds in silence, waiting to rise again.
The memory fragments ended there, and Wei Zhao never did see the fate of that Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits. By his reckoning, though, it too must have met ill fortune like the giant electric eel—not only because its injuries were so grievous, but because it had not returned to that mysterious space beneath the Five Baleful Swamp.
According to the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits, that place had always been the domain of the Five Baleful Dragon lineage. The Five-Element Killing Qi was fatal to other spirit beasts, but to a Five Baleful Dragon it was a great tonic. Had that dragon sought healing, it would surely have hurried back to that mysterious space. The fact that it had not done so meant something must have gone wrong along the way—the likelihood of it dying en route was very great.
Beyond that, one more point was not hard to infer: this Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits must be the previous generation of Five Baleful Dragon that the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits had spoken of—not its master! (To be continued) R466