Chapter 14 14. Like a dragon, like a human, like a god
The young man stepped back step by step.
The snake is transforming, and the atmosphere that fills the air is majestic and solemn.
The injury no longer mattered to it, because flesh grew out and scales shrank in between its breaths. The bones all over the body creaked and stretched, and the rugged back seemed to be endless. The scales are folded from top to bottom, no longer in an oblate shape, like sharp blades, and look like crystal clear red crystals if you look closely.
"Roar──!" The big snake roared. It was hard to imagine how the snake's structure could produce such a deafening roar.
At the same time, its head is changing, and the horn near its neck is proliferating crazily, bifurcating, and emitting a faint fluorescence, like a new branch under the first spring thunder. Until the growth stops, revealing the large branch-like horns with a redwood texture.
Golden flames burned in his eyes.
The snake turns into a dragon.
The young man watched Li Xi'an's transformation and clearly recorded all the scenes in his heart. Being able to witness this ancient and great evolution with his own eyes, he would have no regrets even if he died.
The huge head raised its head, and then the body suddenly jumped into the sky. The huge red winding thing was hidden in the clouds, and only the golden candlelight was still clearly visible. It swims in the sky, and its shape is like traveling in rivers, lakes and seas.
The opponent did not grow claws.
The young man woke up.
Evolution was obviously over. Looking at the great life, he still preferred to call it a clawless dragon rather than a crowned snake.
"Hoo──" The clouds broke open, revealing the bright stars behind.
A huge ferocious head hung down, "Jiao" was staring at him, and he could see his own face in the golden eyes.
Then, the scales bloomed like feathers, confusing the young man's mind.
Red scales were flying, and the scene in front of him was like a maple leaf forest in late autumn. The young man inadvertently stretched out his hand to pick up a piece, but when he lowered his head, he found that his palm was empty and there was nothing.
When he wanted to look up again, he felt a hand fall on the top of his head.
Pressed him down.
An understatement of pressure caused his spine to crack slightly, and his head hit the ground. The overwhelming pressure made him unable to straighten up, and he could only kneel down to face the unknown ancient life.
But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a slender figure.
"Before dawn, if there are still people who are stubborn enough to stay in Taihang, let them stay here forever."
A cold voice came from above, not like the thunderous and majestic lowing of a big snake.
The presence disappeared.
The wind carried the strange fragrance that the young man smelled next to the big snake.
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Under the cover of night, a young man in black clothes walked up to the ferocious tiger, raised his head and stared at the ferocious tiger's face that had lost half of its face.
"I've never felt this little kitten like you is so big..." he murmured.
Qingyan lay on the ground, like a raised hill. A tiger's head was slightly taller than him, but unfortunately half of the tiger's head was missing, his cheeks were burnt black, and the blood flowing from his eyes gathered into streams at the soles of the young man's feet.
He raised his hand and used his fingers as a knife to cut his wrist.
Blood with a strange fragrance was sprinkled on the fierce tiger's body, and a white mist filled the air with its surging spirit. Then the young man sat on the ground, looking at the human body that had not been seen for hundreds of years, and waiting for Qing Yan to wake up.
The main body of the clothes transformed from scales is black, embroidered with red auspicious cloud patterns. The young man stared at his wrist. It was white and tender. The bleeding wound had healed without any trace. The skin is comparable to that of a newborn baby, not like the arms of a predator that has been fighting in the vast mountains for hundreds of years. Feeling further up the face, there are two horns. The texture is between jade and dead wood, and they look like branches.
A red tail swayed behind him, with some sparse fins on the tip. The boy could retract it, but this required deliberate control, and there was no need to do it at this moment.
He didn't know what he looked like, and he didn't care.
There is a huge heartbeat vibrating regularly in the silent mountains and fields.
Qing Yan did not die, but fell into a deep sleep. Now, the terrifying spiritual blood is pouring into its body, regenerating the flesh buds, reviving its consciousness, and its heartbeat is getting stronger and stronger, like a giant drum beating here, with a sound like thunder. "Boom──"
A glowing green eye suddenly opened and stopped at the strange figure in front of him. Blue thunder surged out instantly. At the end of its consciousness, Nanzhu died, and Taihang was about to be owned by humans, so everything in front of it was enemies.
Until he saw the branch-like horns on the young man's forehead, the fierceness in the giant tiger's eyes turned into astonishment, and the blue lightning disappeared.
"...Nanzhu?" it asked tentatively.
"Yeah." The boy nodded.
The giant tiger still wanted to speak, but his body no longer allowed it.
"Don't worry, everything will be over soon, I promise." The young man saw Qing Yan's injury and said calmly.
Li Xi'an stood up, and the characteristics of ancient life were so obvious on him. The strong wind that rose out of thin air dragged him into the sky, where he sat cross-legged at the same height as the mountain peak. The mountains were surrounded by clouds and mist, and when he looked up, he could see the bright white moon.
The coquettish golden fire burned in his pupils.
In the end, human beings could not take anything away from the mountains. They left after losing a huge price. Even if they were unwilling to do so, they could look up at the terrifying creatures that looked like humans and dragons sitting cross-legged in the mountains. No matter how unwilling they were, they would only be broken into pieces. Down.
People walk deep into the mountains and into the sky.
With the first ray of sunlight, Li Xi'an lowered his eyes, his butterfly-feather-like eyelashes gently half-covering his golden pupils, and his irises formed ancient lines and flowed with brilliance, like a magical mandala flower blooming in his eyes.
If necessary, he would leave the person behind the scenes alive.
But there are more important things to do now.
The mountains pulled it back from the brink of death and gave it an opportunity to evolve. That drop of transparent water comes from all the medium spiritual plants in Taihang. In other words, the medium through which he can transform is the entire mountain. He is now transformed and wants to return this "spirit" from the mountains.
Li Xi'an took out the bronze tripod.
Most of the ancient sword was lost in the light and heat. He didn't have the medium to take advantage of it, so he took a fancy to this giant cauldron.
This huge cauldron has a special cave that can accommodate many things, and the wisp of divine fire is sealed in it. After seeing the miraculous power of the bronze tripod, he naturally would not let the young man take it back. Even if he lost the divine fire, the effect of sealing and refining would still be there.
While waiting for Qingyan to wake up, he was sealing the majestic spiritual veins in the bronze cauldron.
The ancient language was recited, and the hieroglyphics carved on the bronze tripod came to life and ran around each other.
An incredible spirit descended from the sky.
Those seal characters are vivid and carry the "spirit" across the mountains and every corner of Taihang. This time takes a long, long time. Li Xi'an closed his eyes and waited, his breathing rising and falling and unconsciously exhaling the morning glow mist. The breath and the mountains are almost one.
After a long time, when the seal script came alive throughout Taihang, the dragon-like human being sitting cross-legged in the mountains opened its blazing golden eyes.
He raised his eyes and saw a branch-shaped lightning flashing on the ground in the distance.
Then it started to rain.
The mountain rain is hazy, watering all things. In the center of the land where Xi He descends, a cluster of green leaves emerges from the scorched black soil. It is clearly summer, but it can't help but remind people of the Jingzhe solar term.
One waits for peach blossoms, the other waits for Ditang.
Even the horns on the boy's head are waiting for the nesting birds.
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At the gate of the temple, a deer with seal characters stepped on it.
This was the last place of its trip, and its round, dark eyes flashed with confusion.
Because there is no medium here, only an old monk who passed away.
(End of chapter)