Chapter 220
It was a moonless night—pitch-black, the heavens and earth swallowed by darkness.
On the back mountain, a faintly translucent figure opened its eyes. The dragon soul lifted its head ever so slightly, casting a wary glance toward a crude grass hut nearby, where a man appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.
A cold glint flickered in the dragon’s gaze. Slowly, silently, it uncoiled its massive spectral body, keeping its attention fixed on the sleeping figure.
It didn’t know who this man was or where he came from. It only knew that its soul had been forcibly summoned here by him—and that merely being near this person made its entire essence tremble with fear. It wasn’t a conscious kind of fear, but one that came from deep within the soul itself—instinctive, primal terror.
The feeling was maddening. It couldn’t understand why it was afraid. It had thought countless times about escaping, but every time it looked at him, that instinctual dread returned—an unspoken certainty that this man was something it could never defy.
But lately, its soul had begun to regenerate faint traces of life force. It could feel it—a flicker of vitality, a whisper of hope. Perhaps, if it could only escape this place, it could possess a body, rebuild its strength, and once again become a true dragon.
And then it could avenge itself.
The thought filled its soul with rage, twisting its spectral form. Those mortals had humiliated it, slain it, stripped it bare like livestock—how could it ever forget that hatred? That humiliation? It would make them pay.
And its Soul Origin Pearl—that too must be recovered. The Emperor could not be kept waiting any longer.