Chapter 48: Dragon’s Soul (1/2)

Chapter 48: Dragon’s Soul

Translator: NinetalesEditor: Fish Creek

Hmmmm—

Behind Qin Mu, there was a circling wheel of light behind the Buddha’s head shining brightly in all directions. Even the peculiar fog was cleared away by the Buddha's aura. Hearing a continuous clattering, Qin Mu took a look around and saw dried corpses dropping down one by one in mid-air, filling up the entire floor!

Other than the dry corpses, there were also skeletons with flesh missing, leaving behind only bones. However, the bones were adorned with baggy clothing that looked like palace outfits.

The fog around him had vanished, instantly clearing up his vision. However, the song was still ongoing but had sounded further away from him now. The song was still melodious and filled with pitless sorrow.

Qin Mu dispersed his vital qi and the image of Buddha behind him disappeared.

”Why are there so many bodies hidden in the great hall? These bodies don’t look like ordinary people…”

Qin Mu sized up the corpses and slightly frowned. There were too many corpses here and it was abnormal that they weren’t decomposing. The Surging River Dragon King’s body outside had already rotted away, leaving behind the skeleton. How was it that the corpses in the hall could be preserved until now.

”There’s a possibility that these bodies had come in after the Great Ruins’ catastrophe. They had found the path leading to Surging River Dragon Palace and entered this great hall, just like Hu Ling’er and me.

The corners of Qin Mu’s eyes twitched and looked forward. The deeper part of the great hall was still covered in dense fog.

”What lies in the fog that had killed them and turned them into this state!”

His scalp turned numb as he gripped his monk staff tightly. The khakkhara monk staff was no doubt, a treasure that was worth an entire city. He had only fed his vital qi into the monk staff and such an astonishing power came forth.

It was Granny Si’s wish for him to bring the monk staff out. Granny Si was very mindful of his safety and other than the monk staff, she had also transformed into different forms to protect him in the dark.

”Granny must have been worried sick for these few days…”

Qin Mu felt guilty but his spirits lifted up once again as he looked around, ”The source of this fog, as well as the great danger, should be around this great hall! What was the thing that had killed these practitioners that had come exploring?”

At this moment, the fog deep in the hall surged forward to him and spread under his legs before rising up slowly. When the dry corpses on the floor were covered by the fog, they actually slowly moved their bodies and stood up peculiarly.

The fog rose higher and soon rose above Qin Mu’s head. In the fog, the corpses started to float upwards. As the fog grew denser, the dry corpses vanished in the fog.

”Who’s the ghost inciting trouble and mystifying me? Khakkhara!”

Qin Mu carried the monk staff and walked forward. After dozens of yards forward, the song felt closer and Qin Mu raised his monk staff to give a heavy slam. The Buddha's aura shone brightly and the Buddha's voice surrounded him. Behind his back appeared the image of Buddha once again and the Buddha’s aura shone gloriously, vanquishing the fog and causing the dry corpses to fall to the ground once more.

”Little monk…”

A bone-chilling voice suddenly resonated out in the hall, however, it only said one phrase, making Qin Mu and little fox suspected that they had heard wrongly.

Qin Mu finally saw the source of the fog which was coming out from an ice sculpture in the dragon palace.

He finally walked up and saw a young dragon lying inside silently. There was a broken sword stabbed into its chest, piercing its heart.

Between the dragon pillars in the great hall, there was a huge green dragon slowly swimming to and fro. It didn’t seem to have a physical body as it passed through the dragon pillars.

The song was coming from the green dragon and its gaze had never left the body of the young dragon that was frozen.

Its gaze was filled with tender affection and sorrow, just like its song, seemingly heartbroken about its child having left it.

This was a dragon’s soul.

The soul of a dragon.

It could be the Surging River Dragon King or it could be the Surging River Dragon King’s wife. It was a mother and the frozen young dragon should be her child.

She must have encountered the Great Ruins’ catastrophe while her child suffered a sure death sword wound. She must have loved her child too much thus having frozen her child up as she died from the catastrophe. However, her soul still lingered around in this great hall, guarding her precious child while singing the nursery rhymes of the dragon race, hoping to wake her child up one day.

”Little monk, over here!”