53 Death breeds life. (2/2)
”The years have changed you, did the power of Ying'er seep into you while you waited for me to return?”
There was no way Li Yang would mistake the sword in front of him, it was the weapon he had used in his previous life, a weapon he had nurtured with great care. But back then it did not have these violet marks, it had been completely golden, the power of lightning completely filling it. From the purple mist that was oozing out from where it stabbed into the ground, he could detect the familiar scent of Fang Ying's poison. Coupled with the purple markings, it was clear that Fang Ying's poison had seeped into the blade over time, becoming a part of it.
As Li Yang's hand approached the blade, he did not notice the faint dragon that was coiling around the blade opening its eyes. Li Yang did not notice it because he was still somewhat stuck in his reminiscing, but Jinwu managed to clearly see it. The faint dragon turned lifelike and shot towards Li Yang's hand, but before it managed to reach him, Jinwu let out a loud cry and shot towards the dragon, his body wreathed in golden flames.
Li Yang quickly snapped out of his memories when he heard Jinwu's cry, immediately entering a vigilant state as he jumped backward. Jinwu clashed with the dragon, golden lightning arcing out from the dragon and crashing into the golden flames. When the two elements clashed, Li Yang spotted a glimmer of violet within the flames, a familiar scent tickling his nose. A thought struck him, and he quickly called out.
”Jinwu, stop! Come back here!”
Jinwu didn't quite understand why Li Yang would call it back, but it would not go against Li Yang's orders. It was Li Yang's blood that allowed him to be born, so to him, Li Yang was practically a father. Jinwu quickly disengaged, flying back to Li Yang's shoulder, but he still kept a vigilant eye on the dragon. Once the golden flames and golden lightning vanished, Li Yang was able to see the dragon properly.
The dragon was rather small, only around half a meter in length. It had a long, serpentine body that was covered in deep golden scales, three purple streaks going down both sides of its body. Its back had a long row of small violet spines, four short legs that ended in four claws growing out from its body. It had a small dragon head that was staring at Li Yang with a mixture of confusion and rage. After seeing the dragon, Li Yang was now certain that his theory was correct, calling out to it in a gentle voice.
”You are an elemental that was born from the power that remained after I and Ying'er died, aren't you? Were you using that sword as a host because it felt familiar?”
While speaking, Li Yang raised his arm and unleashed the power of his lightning rune, azure bolts of lightning dancing around his entire body. While the lightning was not golden as it had been in his previous life, it still carried his energy, his mark. The rage in the dragon's eyes vanished when it smelled the familiar scent in the lightning, its eyes lighting up with a joyful light. With the faint sound of thunder ringing out, the dragon shot forward, turning into a blur.
The dragon quickly reached Li Yang, pushing aside a disgruntled Jinwu and coiling itself around his neck at it let out several low, happy sounding roars. Seeing the dragon like this, Li Yang knew that he was indeed right. The remains of his and Fang Ying's powers had soaked into the hill after their death, and then the power from the dragon skeletons had been added onto that later on. With the passage of time, the energy had gathered together and gained sentience, becoming an elemental.
But it was just born and had no idea where to go, so when it felt the familiar energy from the sword, it settled down inside it and used it as a host. Li Yang raised his hand and stroked the scales of the dragon, which was still roaring happily, pondering about what he was going to do with this little dragon.