Elven cultivators

Dragon Soul!

A hint of surprise flashed in Anton's eyes.

According to Grant, dragon souls do not appear very frequently.

Many teams might not encounter it even once in three months in the warp.

They had only been inside for less than half an hour when they bumped into each other.

That's incredibly lucky.

Anton took a closer look and quickly recognized the origin of this dragon soul.

Prism Dragon.

A lower-ranking dragon among the dragons, it is one rank lower than the original Shining Ember Dragon.

If the Ember Dragon is the noble among dragons, then the Prism Dragon is the commoner, occupying the lowest position in the dragon pyramid.

But even at its lowest level, it is still a dragon.

"You all protect yourselves and don't make a move."

Anton spoke calmly.

The moment he finished speaking, the sword pellet leaped out of his chest, trembled slightly in mid-air, and then split into 128 beams of dark gold sword light, which shot towards the dragon soul in the sky.

He wanted to test whether the sword pellet could absorb the dragon's soul.

A simple dragon soul probably won't have much effect on the sword pellet.

But these dragon souls before us are different.

Their essence is not that of the dead, but rather that of pure aggregates of essence.

The essence of the dragon race, accumulated over tens of thousands of years deep within the Holy Dragon Mountains, was stripped and released from the earth's veins during the formation of the subspace, and then condensed in this distorted void into its current form.

Perhaps the sword pellet can absorb it.

The Prism Dragon seemed to sense the danger, opened its massive jaws, and let out a deafening roar.

A ghostly blue breath, mixed with shattered crystals, erupted from the depths of its throat, carrying destructive energy as it hurtled towards the sword light.

However, the speed of the sword light was much faster than the dragon's breath.

One hundred and twenty-eight sword lights, like swimming fish, bypassed the dragon's breath and struck the Prism Dragon's body almost simultaneously from different directions.

Chi Chi Chi!

The dark red light surged violently, and the Prism Dragon's massive body stiffened abruptly. The spot struck by the sword light dimmed and thinned at a visible speed.

Seeing this, Anton's eyes lit up slightly.

The sword light was more effective at damaging the dragon soul than he had anticipated, and was almost unaffected by the soul's damage reduction.

After a moment's thought, Anton quickly grasped the key to it.

This is probably because he incorporated the essence of the killing sword "Severing Strike" into his sword light.

The way of the killing sword is to comprehend the laws of life and death; with a single strike, nothing is beyond its reach.

Even a soul without a physical body cannot be immune to this sword intent that touches the very essence of life and death.

However, if we remove the characteristics of its soul body, the true strength of this Prism Dragon is not even as good as that of a newly promoted legendary.

Under Anton's onslaught, it could only roar and struggle in vain, its body growing dimmer and thinner under the cutting of the sword light.

Four or five minutes later, the Prism Dragon's massive body completely disintegrated, turning into countless tiny specks of light that floated in the void.

With a flick of the sword, like a whale sucking in water, it devoured all the points of light.

Anton scanned the surface of the sword pellet with his divine sense and found that the mysterious light on its surface had visibly intensified.

"It can indeed be absorbed."

Anton was overjoyed.

Although the improvement is not as great as completely devouring a legendary dragon, the essence of a dragon soul is at least 20-30% as effective as that of a living legendary dragon.

The key is that there are numerous dragon souls in the warp, and hunting them is much easier than hunting living legendary dragons.

As long as enough dragon souls can be found, the sword pellet can be upgraded to the level of a mid-grade mystic weapon very quickly.

"Walk."

Anton suppressed his joy and urged the elves to continue onward.

I thought it would be quite a while before I encountered the Dragon Soul again.

To Anton's surprise, just over an hour later, another dark red vortex appeared overhead.

A dragon soul quickly condensed into shape.

This time, the dragon soul is much larger, with a length of nearly 130 meters.

Its entire body is silvery white, and its scales resemble the cross-section of a glacier, with distinct edges and corners.

A row of icy thorns rises from its back, extending from the nape of its neck to the tip of its tail, like an inverted sword.

Frost Vein Dragon!

The nobles among the dragons belong to the same class as the Shining Dragon.

Anton's expression hardened slightly, and he unleashed his sword once more.

Compared to the Prism Dragon, the Frostvein Dragon is significantly stronger.

Roughly somewhere between a rising legend and a pillar legend.

However, it didn't make much difference for Anton.

Seven or eight minutes later, the dragon soul of this superior dragon clan followed in the footsteps of the Prism Dragon and was completely devoured by the sword light.

The mysterious light on the surface of the sword pellet intensified.

Anton withdrew his sword, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Is the frequency of encountering dragon souls a bit too high?

They had only been inside for less than two hours when they encountered two dragon souls in succession.

That's far too unusual.

Anton seemed to be deep in thought, his gaze falling on the sword pellet floating beside him.

Could it be because of the sword pellet?

The eldest elder then approached, frowning, and said, "Clan leader, something seems amiss."

Anton nodded slightly, indicating that he understood what he meant.

"Let's take another look."

Sure enough, less than an hour later, they encountered the Dragon Soul for the third time.

Moreover, this time both appeared together.

Anton observed intently and indeed found that both dragon souls were staring intently at the sword pellet beside him, completely ignoring him and the other elves.

Anton can finally be sure now.

It's about the sword pellet.

The sword pellet was forged from the essence and soul of the sub-dragon, the Rockhorn Dragon, and it also absorbed the essence of the flesh and blood of countless dragonborn, sub-dragons, and giant dragons to grow to its current state.

It can be said that it grew up stepping on the corpses of countless creatures with dragon bloodlines.

These dragon souls might be able to sense this characteristic of the sword pellet.

It's roughly equivalent to a righteous person seeing the billowing demonic energy on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

That shared yet opposing aura, that "sin" accumulated after devouring the essence of countless kin, would make any dragon soul with a lingering instinctive will regard it as an irreconcilable mortal enemy.

For the Dragon Souls, the sword pellet was like a magnet, naturally attracting their attention.

That's why they encountered dragon souls one after another as soon as they entered the subspace.

The only saving grace is that the situation wasn't as dire as it was for the saint to be attacked by a mob.

Otherwise, they would not be facing one or two dragon souls, but an overwhelming army of dragon souls.

"Anton, what's wrong?"

Noticing Anton's unusual behavior, Roman asked in confusion.

Anton shook his head and said, "These dragon souls are after my sword pellet."

The elves present all knew more or less about the special features of their clan leader's weapon, and upon hearing this, they all suddenly understood.

"Let's go."

Anton regained his composure, but a hint of anticipation lingered in his heart.

Now he can search for spatial nodes while hunting dragon souls to improve the quality of his sword pellets.

Kill two birds with one stone!

……

There is no day or night in the subspace.

The dark red energy vortexes in the sky rotate slowly forever, casting their unchanging crimson light upon the earth.

Here, time can only be measured using hourglasses.

Beneath a natural archway formed from the ribs of an ancient behemoth, seven figures are slowly moving along the spine of a dragon.

Their pace was neither hurried nor slow.

Even when on the go, they exude an innate, almost instinctive elegance and composure.

The leader was a blond-haired, blond-eyed male elf.

As he walked, his deep blue robe billowed slightly in the wind, the hem embroidered with silver star patterns that complemented the emerald oak leaf emblem at the collar.

That is the emblem of the Jade Court.

Behind him followed six elves, all dressed in finely tailored robes and bearing the insignia of the Emerald Court, their demeanor exuding an air of nobility and composure that emanated from their very being.

After walking for a while, one of the elves in the group focused on sensing the surroundings for a moment, then shook his head in slight disappointment.

"It's been two months, and we haven't even gotten a glimpse of a milestone."

The other elves also frowned.

Over the past two months, they have traveled countless miles, yet they have still not found the spatial node.

If they still find nothing in less than a month, they will have to leave the subspace and go back to change the release scroll.

"As expected."

The blonde elf remained calm.

"If nodes were so easy to find, the coalition wouldn't have failed to find a single one in the past six months."

He paused, a different meaning creeping into his tone.

"Alicia's Soul Mirror Law is said to be able to use herself as a mirror to reflect the truth of all things, and the flow of all energy cannot be hidden in her eyes, but didn't she return empty-handed the first two times she led teams in?"

"If even the most outstanding genius in the royal court is like this, it's normal that we haven't gained much."

Upon hearing this, the elf who had been complaining fell silent.

The other team members looked at each other, their expressions subtle, and no one dared to respond.

Alicia holds a very special position in the royal court.

Although she came from a collateral branch, she became the youngest Holy Star in the history of the Emerald Court thanks to her outstanding talent and profound understanding of the laws.

Within the royal court, her prestige even surpassed that of most members of the royal family.

Lord Alvin may tease Alicia a few times.

After all, he is a member of the royal family, and his status is undeniable. Even if he says something outrageous, no one dares to say anything more.

But they dared not criticize Lady Alicia.

Seeing that no one responded, Alvin didn't mind. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he stopped in his tracks.

The other elves also sensed the energy fluctuations coming from afar almost at the same instant.

"Spatial node?"

"It doesn't look like it; it's more like a dragon soul."

"Looks like a squad has encountered the Dragon Soul."

"Lord Alvin, shall we take a detour?"

The elves all turned their gazes toward Alvin.

The latter hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's go take a look."

"I've been in this godforsaken place for two months and haven't even found a single spatial node. It's rare to encounter something new, so I might as well go and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed toward the direction from which the energy fluctuations were coming from.

The other elves exchanged glances, said nothing more, and silently followed.

After crossing a low hill, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A relatively flat plain came into view, with large areas of grayish-white rock exposed on the ground, like a dried-up riverbed, crisscrossed with cracks.

In the middle of the plains, a fierce battle is unfolding.

Alvin's gaze fell on the chaotic battlefield, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Five-headed dragon soul."

Five dragon souls were hovering in the sky above the plains!

The elves behind them also wore incredibly strange expressions.

The chances of encountering a dragon soul in the warp are already low, let alone five dragon souls appearing at the same time.

The probability of this is probably even lower than finding a spatial node as soon as you enter subspace.

To encounter something so rare, I don't know whether to call it good luck or bad luck.

The elves looked at the team fighting the dragon soul with sympathetic eyes.

The attacked squad consisted of only six people, two of whom were Legendary rank, while the rest were at the peak of Gold rank.

It's a miracle that this configuration has lasted this long.