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"Young one, why does your body carry a scent familiar to me?"
The voice of the Hai Mo Zun Zhe boomed across the space like thunder.
Hearing this, Mo Yu was momentarily stunned before a look of surprise and delight spread across his face. "Dare I ask, Senior Hai Mo, could your true form possibly be the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent?"
The Hai Mo Zun Zhe was taken aback, a trace of astonishment flickering in his purple-gold eyes. "Even during ancient times, few could discern my true form. How did you know?"
"Senior Hai Mo, I was guided here by this scale." Mo Yu quickly pulled out a purple-gold scale from his chest and presented it to the figure before him.
"Oh, a scale left behind during my lifetime," the Hai Mo Zun Zhe muttered, raising his brow. "Though I am curious how you came upon it, intruding into this place is punishable by death!"
"Please forgive me, Senior," Mo Yu hastily responded, bowing deeply. "One of my elders is also a Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, but due to certain circumstances, they have fallen into slumber.
To awaken them, they must evolve into a Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent. It is for this purpose that I traveled from the Central Plains to the Southern Sea, seeking your inheritance."
"Ah, so that explains the faintly familiar aura. It turns out you carry the presence of a Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent," the Hai Mo Zun Zhe remarked with a nod, seemingly understanding. Despite his evolution into a Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, his origins were still tied to the Seven-Winged form.
"Hmph, even so, I owe no obligation to your elder. Why should I aid him?" The Hai Mo Zun Zhe coldly snorted.
Caught off guard by this response, Mo Yu hurriedly argued, "From what I know, my elder is the last Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent on the continent. If Senior does not pass down the inheritance, would you truly allow the lineage of the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent to perish completely?"
"If you wish to obtain my inheritance, then defeat me first!"
The Hai Mo Zun Zhe suddenly rose. The moment he stood, the surrounding peaks trembled and the heavens cracked apart.
"Boy, do you think anyone can inherit my legacy? Since your elder is incapacitated, you shall take his place in the trial. Though your peculiar thunder armor and thunder wings enhance your strength, do not forget that I, in my prime, was not a Dou Zun but a Ban Sheng—just one step away from the Dou Sheng realm. Leave now while you still can!"
"Ban Sheng?"
Hearing this, Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat, his eyes betraying a hint of shock. Although he had suspected as much, confirmation of the Hai Mo Zun Zhe's status as a Ban Sheng was still astonishing. A Ban Sheng had once walked the Southern Region in ancient times—this revelation alone was breathtaking.
Yet, considering the renowned might of the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, such a legacy was not entirely surprising. This creature was on par with the legendary Ancient Void Dragon, after all.
"If you were truly the Hai Mo Zun Zhe in your prime, I wouldn't dare challenge you. But now, you are merely a wisp of a remnant soul!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Yu stepped forward, Divine Might Black Thunder Spear in hand. A colossal black dragon, dozens of meters long, materialized in the air. Surrounded by five Thunder Soul, it radiated a terrifying aura.
The black dragon loomed over the Hai Mo Zun Zhe, its massive claw crashing down with destructive force.
"Impudence!"
With a furious roar, the Hai Mo Zun Zhe pressed both palms to the ground. Instantly, the earth quaked violently, and countless enormous hands burst forth from the ground like a torrential downpour, colliding with the dragon's claws.
"Annihilate!"
The relentless assault sent ripples through the black dragon's form. Under Mo Yu's control, the black dragon let out an earth-shaking roar and opened its maw, condensing a sphere of black-gold thunder energy that radiated dreadful power.
The black-gold energy sphere shot downward, obliterating the countless giant hands and suppressing the trembling earth beneath.
"How does your weapon spirit possess such terrifying thunder energy?!"
The Hai Mo Zun Zhe's expression shifted slightly as he quickly formed a series of strange hand seals, pressing them to his mouth.
An incomparably dreadful wave of energy rippled outward. Under its influence, the surrounding space began to collapse, the scene resembling the end of the world.
"Fury of the Serpent!"
Even Mo Yu's expression turned grave as he felt the overwhelming energy that could cause even his heart to shudder.
Though merely a wisp of a soul, the Hai Mo Zun Zhe's strength was no weaker than that of an ordinary Dou Zun. The powerful energy undulating from his remnant soul exuded an aura of undeniable dominance.
The space trembled violently, and ripples of energy coalesced into an enormous, hundreds-of-meters-tall, formless figure. On the figure's back were nine enormous wings, each spanning over a hundred meters.
Upon closer inspection, the figure matched the description of the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent perfectly. Standing before this manifestation, Mo Yu felt the crushing pressure of an entire world bearing down upon him. It was a feeling of utter insignificance.
"This... this is the Hai Mo Zun Zhe's true form!"
Mo Yu gasped, his breath hitching as he realized the remnant soul had managed to conjure the Hai Mo Zun Zhe's full form.
The serpent's true form lowered its massive head, its indifferent gaze locking onto Mo Yu in the distance.
Its maw opened, releasing an ancient purple-gold energy. Like a lightning python weaving through thunderclouds, it revealed its awe-inspiring form.
Mo Yu had sensed this purple-gold energy on his elder before, but compared to the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, the difference was like heaven and earth.
"Hiss!"
The serpent's body disintegrated abruptly, taking the remnant soul with it. Simultaneously, the entire space collapsed.
Mo Yu watched as the purple-gold energy expanded, shattering the space inch by inch. A near-apocalyptic wave of destruction surged toward him at a speed surpassing light.
This was the fastest and most devastating attack Mo Yu had ever encountered, leaving him no time to mount any form of defense.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The destructive purple-gold energy struck the black dragon spirit, causing its massive body to shatter almost instantly.
A series of deep explosions echoed as the dragon spirit's colossal form shrank and became increasingly translucent.
The attack was too swift, its annihilating power unstoppable.
The purple-gold energy storm swept across the space, reducing everything to void under its might.
Amid the blinding purple-gold radiance, only a solitary mountain peak remained, standing defiantly in the darkness of the void.
On the mountain peak, Hai Mo Zun Zhe sat back on his throne, his already illusory body becoming even more transparent. Clearly, the earlier attack had drained an enormous amount of his strength.
Hai Mo Zun Zhe raised his head, gazing at the dark, void-like space above. He spoke slowly, "To perish beneath the Fury of the Serpent is, in a way, a blessing for you."
"Truly worthy of being your signature technique, Hai Mo Zun Zhe. Even when unleashed by a mere wisp of a remnant soul, it possesses such devastating power. It's hard to imagine how earth-shattering it must have been when your true self wielded it back in the day."
As his words faded, the void-like space suddenly flickered with a burst of lightning. The electric glow rapidly expanded, transforming once more into a hazy human figure—it was none other than Mo Yu, who had been destroyed by the Fury of the Serpent earlier.
Lightnings flickered around Mo Yu's body as he stepped through the void, one step at a time, until he arrived in front of the mountain. Looking at the remnant soul of Hai Mo Zun Zhe seated on the throne, he smiled faintly.
"Your thunder is no less powerful than an heavenly flame. With such abilities, it's no wonder you've managed to survive," Hai Mo Zun Zhe remarked, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes as he gazed at the lightning surrounding Mo Yu. "However, even with this fearsome thunder guarding you, I suspect your body must have taken significant damage, correct?"
"It will take about ten days of recovery to return to normal," Mo Yu replied with a light smile, not attempting to put on a brave front.
His body had long been shaken to its core by the power of the Fury of the Serpent. If not for the protection of his Thunder Soul, he would undoubtedly have suffered severe injuries under the devastating attack.
"I didn't expect you to truly withstand the Fury of the Serpent. With such a talented junior, it seems your senior, the Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, must not have been an ordinary figure either," the remnant soul of Hai Mo Zun Zhe remarked. After a moment of contemplation, a rare smile appeared on his face. Leaning against the throne, his tone carried a trace of melancholy.
"This day has finally arrived. I hope that your senior can once again spread the renown of the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent across the continent."
"Rest assured, Zun Zhe. She Lao will not disappoint your expectations," Mo Yu said with a calm smile.
"Let us hope so," Hai Mo Zun Zhe sighed, flicking his finger as a wave of soul energy floated before Mo Yu.
Sensing the wave of energy, Mo Yu hesitated slightly before cautiously accepting it.
"This soul wave contains my inheritance. On today's continent, this is likely the only one of its kind. However, to successfully evolve into the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, this is but one requirement.
"The second requirement is the Pill Beast in your possession. Known as the Molting Spirit Snake Pill, it serves as the catalyst for the evolution into the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent.
"The third requirement is the lake above us, which contains a diluted version of the Nine Serene Springs I specifically stole from the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python Clan.
"With these three items, whether your senior succeeds in evolving into the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent will depend on his own fortune."
"Thank you, Senior Hai Mo," Mo Yu said, suppressing the joy in his heart as he cupped his fists respectfully.
"My mission was to wait for someone capable of defeating me and passing on the legacy of the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent. Though your senior, the Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent, has fallen into slumber and cannot personally undertake my trial, the fact that a monstrous talent like you has gone to such lengths to seek this inheritance on his behalf proves that he is no ordinary being on today's continent."
Hai Mo Zun Zhe smiled faintly, extending his hand. As his palm opened, faint streams of purple-gold light began flowing from his illusory body, converging into his palm. In an instant, they formed a drop of purple-gold liquid.
As soon as the liquid appeared, Mo Yu sensed a change in the heart of She Lao, which had been slumbering in his Beast Ring. The previously lifeless and still heart began to throb gently.
"This is my essence blood. Since your senior has fallen into slumber, this may awaken him, allowing him to evolve into the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent in his most perfect state," Hai Mo Zun Zhe said softly, gazing at the purple-gold liquid in his hand. His increasingly faint remnant soul clearly neared the point of disintegration.
Mo Yu's eyes remained fixed on the drop of purple-gold liquid, sensing the extraordinary energy contained within. "So, the reason this remnant soul could summon the true form of Hai Mo Zun Zhe was because his essence blood was hidden within him all along."
After a moment of thought, Mo Yu bowed deeply. "Thank you, Senior Hai Mo, on behalf of She Lao, for your great kindness."
"No need for gratitude. I no longer exist in this world, and this is of no use to me. However, after cultivating for centuries, I was struck by misfortune and failed to take that final step into the Dou Sheng realm," Hai Mo Zun Zhe said, his voice filled with endless melancholy and regret as he gently caressed the purple-gold liquid.
"Senior's achievements are extraordinary. If not for the sudden calamity, you would surely have ascended to the Dou Sheng realm," Mo Yu said, offering a sincere compliment.
Hai Mo Zun Zhe chuckled faintly. "No need to flatter a dead man. My mission is complete. I only hope that the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent will not lose its brilliance and renown along with my demise."
As he spoke, his remnant soul grew increasingly faint. Finally, it began to dissipate.
"Farewell, Senior," Mo Yu said solemnly, bowing deeply. He watched as the remnant soul, sustained by the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent's essence blood, finally exhausted its energy and vanished into the heavens and earth.
Hai Mo Zun Zhe chuckled softly one last time before his figure disappeared entirely. The mountain, throne, and everything else crumbled into nothingness, fading into the void.
Standing amidst the sudden darkness and emptiness of the void, Mo Yu sighed softly. His figure wavered before gradually disappearing from the space.
As he vanished, the void gave a soft crackling sound before silently dissipating.
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