Chapter 38: Sky Splitting Origin Dragon

Dao Wei sat cross-legged in the serene chamber, the air around him thick with the potent energy of the Nine Heavens Creation Technique. His breath was slow, deep, and methodical, each inhalation drawing in the pure essence of heaven and earth, and each exhalation releasing impurities.

The Spirit Energy began to gather in his dantian, swirling like a vortex as it circulated through his meridians. With focused intent, he formed the intricate hand seals, channeling the energy according to the technique's first layer.

As the energy flowed, a flicker of excitement crossed his mind. In his sea of consciousness, a faint outline began to emerge—a shape that was at once both familiar and utterly foreign. It was the nascent form of a dragon, its presence barely more than a shadow in his mind. Dao Wei's heart quickened, anticipation bubbling up as he wondered what kind of dragon he would manifest. The Nine Heavens Creation Technique was renowned for its transformative power, and the dragon he would form was a testament to his cultivation's depth.

"What kind of dragon will it form? What power will it bestow upon me?" he mused, his thoughts racing ahead of him. "Forget it, I hope it's a powerful one, something that will enhance my strength. And the abilities... What abilities will it have?"

He forced himself to calm down, pushing the thoughts aside. Now was not the time for idle speculation. With a deep breath, he refocused his mind and continued the process. The outline of the dragon began to take shape, its form becoming more distinct with each passing moment. First, the long, sinuous tail appeared, coiling in the vast expanse of his sea of consciousness. Then the powerful torso followed, rippling with imaginary muscles. The wings, vast and majestic, unfurled from its sides, and razor-sharp claws extended from its limbs. Lastly, the proud head of the dragon took form, its eyes blazing with a fierce, golden light. Scales began to appear, one by one, each one a gleaming, darkened hue with intricate golden lines etched upon them.

Time seemed to lose meaning as Dao Wei continued his cultivation. Hours passed, perhaps days, yet he remained completely absorbed in the task, his consciousness merging with the dragon as it became more real, more solid, with every breath. The dragon was no longer a mere figment of his imagination; it was a tangible entity, a manifestation of the power he had cultivated.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted within his mind, echoing through his sea of consciousness. Dao Wei's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding as the reverberations of the roar shook him to his core.

"Roar!"

The sound was primal, ancient, and filled with a power that transcended the mortal realm. Dao Wei's gaze turned inward, and what he saw left him breathless. Before him was the fully formed dragon, its massive body hovering in the space of his consciousness. Its scales shimmered with a deep, obsidian blackness, and golden lines traced patterns across its form, giving it an aura of divine majesty. The dragon's wings were vast, stretching out as it flew in majestic arcs, exuding an air of untouchable supremacy.

"This... is this what a true dragon looks like?" Dao Wei whispered, awe coloring his voice. He watched as the dragon moved with grace, its every movement commanding respect. The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen, more imposing than the legendary beasts of myth, and more awe-inspiring than any creature he had ever encountered. It was a being of pure power, a true dragon, different from Azure Origin Dragon.

As if sensing his presence, the dragon turned its gaze toward him, its chaotic golden eyes locking onto his. For a moment, they simply stared at one another, the dragon's immense form dwarfing him in every way. Then, without warning, the dragon swooped down, descending from the sky of his consciousness to stand before him. Its massive form radiated an oppressive pressure, and Dao Wei felt as though he was standing before a god.

The dragon's gaze bore into him, its eyes narrowing slightly. Then, with a suddenness that took Dao Wei by surprise, a ray of light shot out from the dragon's eyes, piercing straight into the center of his forehead. The pain was immediate and intense, but Dao Wei gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out. The light seemed to burrow into his mind, and with it came a torrent of information, flooding his consciousness.

"Sky Splitting Origin Dragon," the voice in his mind whispered, echoing with the weight of eons.

The name sent a shiver down Dao Wei's spine. The Sky Splitting Origin Dragon was no ordinary dragon; it was a divine beast, a creature of legend. It was said to have once served as the mount of the Dark God, Ather, and its power was unmatched. The dragon possessed the ability to devour anything and everything in the heavens and the earth, consuming all that stood before it. Nothing was beyond its reach; not even the heavens themselves could escape its hunger.

But there was more. As the information continued to flow into his mind, Dao Wei realized that the dragon had passed on some of its abilities to him. Though his strength was still far from that of the dragon's, he now had the power to devour the spirit energy of those he killed. With each kill, he could absorb fifty percent of his opponent's spirit energy, adding it to his own. It was a fearsome ability, one that would greatly enhance his cultivation. Yet, there was a condition—he had to kill in order to devour. It was a power that came with a heavy burden.

The second ability was equally impressive. The dragon had bestowed upon him the power to manifest a pair of its wings, allowing him to fly. In the world of cultivators, the ability to fly was a sign of great power, reserved for only the most advanced practitioners. But now, with the dragon's wings, Dao Wei could soar through the skies, defying the heavens themselves.

Dao Wei's heart raced as he processed the new information. These abilities were beyond anything he could have imagined. The power to devour, to fly—these were the first steps in rebuilding his body, in becoming stronger than he had ever been before.

He took a deep breath, feeling the energy within him surge. The dragon's power was now his, a part of him. He could feel it coursing through his veins, waiting to be unleashed. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the chamber around him coming back into focus. The world outside might have changed, but inside, Dao Wei knew he was different. He was no longer just a cultivator seeking strength. He was the inheritor of the Sky Splitting Origin Dragon, a being destined to reshape the heavens and earth.

As he sat there, still basking in the afterglow of his breakthrough, a slow smile spread across his face. The journey ahead would be long and fraught with danger, but with the dragon's power at his disposal, there was nothing he couldn't overcome.

"This is only the beginning," Dao Wei whispered to himself, his voice filled with determination. "I will rebuild my body, I will surpass all who stand in my way, and I will reach the peak of martial arts."