Chapter 547: Bone Dragon Ancient Soul Spirit Tablet Secret

Above Neverfall City, the bone dragon's roar sounded like the horn of the apocalypse; each flap of its wings made heaven and earth change color.

Its huge bone wings blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow of death; the bones gleamed with a cold light, as if forged from the hardest material, indestructible.

Every bone was sharp as a blade; as it swept through the air, the air was sliced with fissures.

The bone dragon's eyes burned with netherworld ghostfire; wherever its gaze fell, all things turned to ash, and when its massive mouth opened, it spewed a storm of death, leaving all living things devastated, none spared.

Boom—

Its ferocious tail was like a giant whip; each swing carried the force of thunder, lashing the earth into shattered fragments.

On the battlefield, corpses piled like mountains and blood formed rivers, dyeing the ground red.

The bone dragon's attacks indiscriminately destroyed everything; whether cultivator or building, all were reduced to dust under its wrath.

The city's streets became slaughterhouses, houses collapsed, debris littered the ground, and the air reeked of blood and death.

Although the cultivators fought desperately, before the bone dragon's power all their efforts seemed utterly insignificant.

Magic treasures and techniques shattered under the bone dragon's wings and claws, and bodies were as fragile as paper under its attacks.

Each attack of the bone dragon took countless lives, and each roar made the cultivators' spirits tremble.

In the sky, stars fell like omens of the apocalypse; each impact triggered a violent explosion, blasting huge craters in the ground and sending dust flying.

Malevolent apparitions circled in the air, emitting shrill shrieks like hellish demons seeking souls to devour.

The power of carnage was boundless, enveloping Neverfall City as if it had become a battlefield, a battlefield of only death and destruction.

In this desperate battle, the cultivators' courage and resolve were pushed to the limit, yet even so, the bone dragon's threat was too great.

Under the bone dragon's terrifying menace, the cultivators of Neverfall City felt an unprecedented despair; the sky was obscured by its massive body, and each of its breaths sounded like a death god's whisper, filling their hearts with fear.

Their spells and treasures appeared utterly powerless before the bone dragon, each attack seeming like a challenge to an invincible fate.

The cultivators' roars rose and fell across the battlefield, their unwillingness and despair turning into heart‑rending cries.

Many of them had once been outstanding in their sects, elites among their peers, but now they had to confront the fragility and insignificance of their own lives.

"No! I can't just die like this!" a young cultivator roared in the bone dragon's shadow, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

Although the sword light was faint, he still waved it, each swing feeling like a challenge to fate's injustice.

"There is still hope, we cannot give up!" an elder cultivator loudly encouraged his companions; despite his face being etched with fatigue and fear, his voice still held resolve and defiance.

Although his magic treasure had been shattered by the bone dragon's attack, he still blocked with his flesh, trying to buy a sliver of life for his companions.

Ah—

A female cultivator screamed a heart‑rending wail under the bone dragon's claws, her robes stained red with blood, yet she refused to fall.

She clutched a broken spirit tablet in her hand, her last hope; summoning her final strength, she hurled it at the bone dragon, wishing to inflict even a sliver of damage.

"Why! Why must we suffer such a fate!" a cultivator roared in despair as his companions fell one by one, his spirit nearing the brink of collapse.

In that roar lay dissatisfaction with fate and fear of death, yet he still brandished his weapon, knowing the resistance was futile.

In this desperate battle, the cultivators' roars, screams, and wails intertwined, forming a tragic war song.

Though they faced an unsurpassable foe, their hearts still burned with an unquenchable fire; each roar was a deep cry for life, each unwillingness a fierce defiance of death.

"This bone dragon seems to have appeared in ancient records; perhaps it is related to the dragon clans of antiquity, which commanded the power of heaven and earth, and the strength within their bones could rend the void."

"As for the spirit tablets, the names on them are blurred, but they exude strong resentment; they may be the heroic spirits of ancient defeated warriors, sealed here by some ritual to guard or curse." "Ziyang True Person retreated three li from the bone dragon's ferocity, his face contemplative, his eyes revealing a profound light."

Longling gripped the sword hilt, hearing Ziyang True Person's words, his eyes sharp as a blade: "This bone dragon is not a true living creature, but a projection of some mighty being; its power resonates with the killing qi between heaven and earth, possibly the product of an ancient formation or ritual."

"As for the spirit tablets, they may be Dharma Implements used in ancient times to worship or suppress powerful souls; those souls might have been bound to Neverfall City for some reason."

"The bone dragon embodies the world's greed, hatred, and delusion, the manifestation of evil thoughts in all beings' hearts, while the spirit tablets may be Dharma Implements once used to liberate the dead; but due to some cause, the liberation failed, making these spirits even more vengeful." The abbot of Xiguangsi clasped his hands, his voice calm and compassionate.

"I've heard that long ago, Neverfall City was a battlefield where countless heroes fell. Could the names on these spirit tablets be those heroes' souls? And perhaps the bone dragon is their common enemy, or the embodiment of their combined power." A young cultivator, eyes filled with curiosity and fear of the unknown, suddenly spoke a secret.

An elderly elder heard this and let out a hoarse voice, his face showing deep apprehension.

"We cannot jump to conclusions; the power of these bone dragons and spirit tablets is too great, their origins possibly involving older secrets of the cultivation world."

The cultivators' fearful discussions abounded, yet no one could ascertain the truth.

Roar—

Above Neverfall City, the ancient dragon's roar shook heaven and earth; its massive body was like a moving mountain range, covering the entire horizon.

The disciples of the Longyuan Immortal Sect faced this torrential killing force, likewise feeling shock and fear.

Every bone of that ancient dragon gleamed with a sharp light, as if forged from the hardest material, indestructible.

Each of its swings carried the power to rend space; anything touched by its attack was instantly cut in half.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and blood‑red rain poured down like the heavens' wrath sprinkling every inch of Neverfall City, adding to the ancient dragon's terrifying atmosphere.

Moreover, the spirit tablets could manipulate killing qi, summoning phantoms of the bone dragon to attack; their power is closely tied to the tablets, and whenever a tablet is destroyed, the corresponding ancient soul's strength noticeably wanes.

The ancient souls seemed immortal; even when struck, they could dissolve into a wisp of black smoke, later re‑condensing to resume their attacks.

Furthermore, under the cover of the ancient souls, the bone dragon's phantoms flew wildly through the sky, their attacks growing more ferocious, each bearing destructive force that compelled the cultivators to defend with all their might.

Vast numbers of stars fell from the firmament like meteors striking the earth; each impact triggered a violent explosion, blasting huge craters in the ground and sending dust flying.

Boundless malevolent apparitions wheeled in the sky, emitting shrill shrieks like hellish demons seeking souls to devour, plunging the entirety of Neverfall City into an eerie atmosphere.

Faced with this scene, the cultivators felt an unprecedented pressure.

Upon the ruins of Neverfall City, the sky was shrouded in the bone dragon's shadow, and the cultivators' despair and roars echoed in the air.

Yet amidst this chaos and fear, three strong disciples of the Longyuan Immortal Sect—Longling, Ziyang True Person, and Qingxu Daoist—stepped forward, engaging the bone dragon in a earth‑shaking duel using their respective divine abilities.

Longling's form rapidly swelled on the battlefield, a colossal White Bone Dharma Manifestation towering into the clouds, its bones crystal‑clear and emitting a cold white light.

Each of his steps shook the earth, each breath like a sweeping storm.

Longling's White Bone Dharma Manifestation gripped a gigantic sword condensed from skeletons, its blade etched with ancient dragon runes; each swing carried the power to rend the void.

Ziyang True Person stood at the opposite end of the battlefield, his body enveloped by a layer of rich solar purple aura.

This purple aura was substantive, forming a purple light sphere around him in which Ziyang True Person's silhouette flickered; he formed hand seals and murmured incantations.

As his chant proceeded, the sun in the sky seemed to respond to his summons, purple beams descending from heaven and converging on him, making his figure blaze with brilliance.

Every attack of the Purple Yang True Person carried the scorching heat of the sun and the mystery of purple qi; his Great Sun Purple Qi Palm could easily incinerate the bone dragon's bone wings, causing it to let out a painful roar.

The Clear Void Daoist then hovered at the center of the battlefield, his body enveloped by a layer of faint azure light, which was the power of the Upper Purity Great Cavern True Classic.

His voice rang like an ancient bell, echoing above the battlefield; each word carried supreme majesty and power.

As he chanted, the spiritual qi between heaven and earth began to frenziedly converge toward him, forming a tremendous spiritual qi vortex.

The Clear Void Daoist's hands traced profound trajectories in the air, each movement accompanied by streaks of azure radiance; these radiance condensed in the air into strings of mysterious talismans, brilliant as stars.

The battle began, and Longling's White Bone Dharma Aspect launched the first attack.

He wielded a huge sword, and sword qi like white flood dragons tore through the heavens, pointing straight at the bone dragon's vital spots. The bone dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, its bone wings flapped, stirring up a gale, trying to block Longling's attack.

However, Longling's sword qi was incredibly sharp; it easily tore through the bone dragon's defenses, leaving deep wounds on its body.

The Purple Yang True Person also refused to be outdone; his Great Sun Purple Qi Palm, like a purple meteor, tore across the sky and struck the bone dragon's skull.

A flicker of fear flashed in the bone dragon's eyes; it tried to dodge, but the Purple Yang True Person's attack was too fast, and it could only barely block with its bone wings.

However, the scorching heat of the Great Sun Purple Qi caused its bone wings to begin melting, and the bone dragon let out a painful roar.

The Clear Void Daoist then laid down in the air strings of Upper Purity Great Cavern True Classic talismans, which formed a tremendous formation in the air, trapping the bone dragon within.

Within the formation, streaks of azure light like chains wound around the bone dragon's body, restricting its movements.

The bone dragon struggled, trying to break free, but the Clear Void Daoist's talismans were exceedingly strong, preventing it from escaping.

The attacks of Longling, the Purple Yang True Person, and the Clear Void Daoist were like a violent storm, wave after wave, leaving the bone dragon overwhelmed.

Cracks began to appear on the bone dragon's body, and its bones started to emit creaking sounds, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Yet, the bone dragon, after all a mighty being, unleashed its final counterattack in despair.

It opened its massive jaws and expelled a black death dragon's breath, which contained endless power of death and destruction; even Longling's White Bone Dharma Aspect dared not meet it head-on, only able to temporarily retreat.

The Purple Yang True Person's Great Sun Purple Qi Palm collided with the bone dragon's death dragon breath, producing a violent explosion; purple and black energies intertwined in the air, forming a tremendous energy storm.

The Clear Void Daoist's talismans fluttered in the storm, but his voice remained firm as he continued chanting the Upper Purity Great Cavern True Classic, maintaining the formation's stability.

The battle entered a white-hot stage; Longling, the Purple Yang True Person, and the Clear Void Daoist's divine abilities continued unceasingly, their figures darting across the battlefield as they engaged the bone dragon in a life-and-death contest.

Each of their attacks carried supreme power, and each of their defenses stood firm as a rock.

Boom—

Finally, in a violent explosion, the bone dragon's bones began to collapse; its body could no longer hold up under the successive attacks of Longling's sword qi, the Purple Yang True Person's Great Sun Purple Qi, and the Clear Void Daoist's talismans.

The bone dragon let out its final wail, its body disintegrating in midair into countless bone fragments, like a bone rain, scattering over the ruins of Neverfall City.

Longling, the Purple Yang True Person, and the Clear Void Daoist stood on the battlefield, their bodies though weary.

As the bone dragon's final wail echoed above Neverfall City, its massive frame could no longer withstand the successive heavy blows and exploded apart; countless bone fragments fell from the sky, like a rain of death, covering the entire battlefield.

However, at the moment these bone fragments were about to touch the ground, a mysterious power suddenly burst forth, and they actually transformed into glittering dragon scales, emitting dazzling light.

These dragon scales were not ordinary scales; they were the crystallization of the bone dragon's lifetime power, containing the purest power of the dragon clan.

As the dragon scales fell, upon contacting the earth they turned into streaks of spiritual light, like meteors streaking across the night sky, beautiful and mysterious.

These spiritual lights did not disappear, but instead formed trails of light between heaven and earth; they intertwined and rotated in the air, finally converging into a vast light chart, resembling an ancient star chart or a mysterious talisman.