Abyss Summoner

The white dragon in the dream was vivid, as if it were being resurrected right before his eyes. Chen Feng could even clearly feel the will of the creature.

Resentment, indignation, calmness, turmoil...

A mix of extremely complex emotions enveloped it, and Chen Feng’s complexion changed, going from rosy to deathly pale.

How could this be?

It was clearly dead already; how could it appear before him in this form now?

Chen Feng clenched his fists, his face filled with contemplation. As a Summoner, he could sense the faint will of this white dragon.

It didn’t want to leave.

It... was actually challenging fate with its shattered soul!

This world has its own destiny operating in the shadows.

No matter how terrifying or fearless this white dragon was before, at this moment, it was already dead. Its body was destroyed, and its seven souls and six spirits were extremely fragmented.

By all rights, it should have completely lost all vitality. Even now, it was more chaotic than a worm, merely a wisp of will in space.

Yet, it was resisting the shackles of destiny.

Chen Feng could clearly feel that it was beginning to gather willpower, weak though it was, it was like a flicker of light slowly emerging from all around.

It... was actually attempting to resurrect.

What made Chen Feng most uneasy was that the energy supporting the white dragon’s revival came entirely from himself.

To support such a white dragon, Chen Feng was consuming a tremendous amount of energy every second, and as the chaotic will began to revive, the pressure on him grew even more intense.

"I can’t let this go on!"

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, determination flashing across his face.

He was a decisive person, harboring a unique pride in his heart.

His only purpose in killing the white dragon was to use its blood to complete the dragon bath, but now, the white dragon had turned the tables, viewing him as a vessel.

No mistake.

A vessel!

The white dragon was unwilling to die this way. If it had merely been ground to dust, it would have been incapable of any harm, but Chen Feng had irrigated his body with all its essence blood beforehand.

This allowed the white dragon’s will to persist.

Due to resentment, the white dragon had turned itself into something akin to an undead being.

It hadn’t accepted the fact of its death but relied on this means to reclaim everything it had lost.

And Chen Feng became the sacrificial offering for this resurrection.

A sacrifice of a living person.

This kind of occurrence wasn’t without precedent. Over the long years, Chen Feng had experienced such a thing before.

Here, it must be said that some cults are absolutely the elite in the realm of occupational madness. Those lunatics excel at both killing and killing themselves, and they love gathering to study forbidden techniques.

Among them, using the power of a low-tier Summoner to summon high-tier beasts has always been one of their fervent research topics.

Chen Feng had personally witnessed a Golden Tier Summoner forcibly summoning a high-tier summoned beast, and in the end, actually calling forth a Legendary Tier Spirit of Pain, a creature akin to an undead spirit. They possessed tremendous power yet had no physical form, and in such a disparity of power, the Summoner suffered a backlash.

Not only did the person perish with their soul extinguished, but even their body was controlled by the Spirit of Pain. Under those circumstances, their memory persisted, but their soul had transformed into the Spirit of Pain.

And at this moment, Chen Feng was facing just such a variable!

This white dragon actually attempted to seize his body.

"Bastard, who gave you the right to covet my body?!"

Chen Feng was never one to sit still and wait for death; no matter how terrifying the white dragon was, it was still a defeated opponent who died at his hands.

Feeling the dragon’s intentions, Chen Feng sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

"I have to admit, you employed some tactics, ambushing me while I slept, but while alive you couldn’t defeat me, did you think being dead would let you do as you please?"

"I killed you once; I can kill you a second time!"

Chen Feng roared, his eyes bloodshot, appearing like an avenging ghost. At the same time, a pentagram glowing with red light suddenly appeared within his consciousness.

This was entirely a battle of consciousness.

"Annngg..."

At this moment, the white dragon that had been hovering above Chen Feng’s head suddenly shuddered. Then it opened its tightly shut dragon eyes, and shockingly, the previously pale eyes seemed to be penetrated by a thin line.

Though the line was incredibly slim, like a needle, it still exuded an aura of wildness and individuality.

Dragon!

Just from this aura alone, one could see how dominant and fierce it had been!

Chen Feng raised his head, his bloodthirsty eyes staring directly into the dragon’s eyes without a trace of fear, filled instead with endless defiance and killing intent.

"No matter how terrifying or overbearing you were before, now you’re nothing more than a wisp of a soul. If you leave now, I’ll grant you a way out; otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Chen Feng’s voice drifted like gossamer into the air, advising the dragon, trying to make it think twice and withdraw.

But the dragon’s body had been destroyed, and at this moment, finally seizing a chance to rebirth, how could it abandon such a rare opportunity?