Chapter 428: Resurrecting the Little Bone Dragon

Chapter 428: Reviving the Little Bone Dragon

Li Wei swept his gaze across the ritual formation for resurrection from impure earth within the cavern.

He instructed the little bone dragon to stay in the central position of rebirth and not wander around.

The little bone dragon seemed to understand the importance of the matter as well.

It lay still at the center of the resurrection formation, waiting for Li Wei's revival.

Li Wei placed the dragon heart, blood soul flower, venomous dragon saliva, and tears of the goddess at specific positions.

The dragon heart symbolized life force.

The blood soul flower represented the soul and body.

Venomous dragon saliva could stimulate life potential, at the cost of death.

Tears of the goddess neutralized poison, preventing death caused by venomous dragon saliva.

The immense power contained within the red dragon’s corpse was key to constructing a new body for the little bone dragon.

The dragon soul strengthened the little bone dragon's spirit, compensating for what had been lacking since its birth.

Every component of the resurrection ritual was indispensable.

All were prepared by Torresta for the perfect revival of the little bone dragon.

In life, the little bone dragon had been premature, thus lacking in various aspects.

Only through this method could it be made whole again.

From death to life, reborn anew into the world.

Living a second life.

The little bone dragon lay upon the resurrection platform, its soul flame flickering restlessly in its eye sockets, seemingly very anxious.

Li Wei also felt tense.

He feared making an error that would cause the resurrection ritual to fail.

Although he had simulated it countless times in dreams, dreams remained simulations after all.

They could never account for every problem or accident that might arise during the actual process of resurrection.

Carefully, Li Wei extracted the dragon soul from within himself.

An elemental furnace forged from flames trapped the dragon soul inside.

Li Wei positioned the dragon soul on the final slot of the resurrection formation.

Seeing the surroundings, the red dragon soul didn’t know what Li Wei intended but sensed danger and struggled desperately.

Frowning slightly, Li Wei realized that if he needed to divert attention to suppress the red dragon soul, it might affect the resurrection ritual.

"Be still!"

A flash of fierce flame passed through Li Wei’s eyes.

Within the elemental furnace, the red dragon soul burst into flames.

It let out a miserable cry.

After seeing the red dragon soul calm down, Li Wei finally released his hold.

Mid-tier fire rules were more than sufficient to deal with a dying red dragon soul.

Li Wei began performing the resurrection ritual.

Far away, over the endless sea.

A ray of holy light streaked across the sky before vanishing suddenly, reappearing far off in the distance.

Traveling via spatial leaps, the holy light flew swiftly.

Suddenly, it stopped and descended toward the ocean surface.

Archbishop Minos in crimson robes, sent by the Holy Maiden of Light to find Li Wei, floated midair above the sea.

He silently gazed downward at the ocean below, revealing a trace of confusion.

The last trace of the Tears of the Goddess came from here.

Yet why was there nothing here?

Could it have sunk beneath the sea?

Minos hesitated briefly before diving into the endless sea.

Moments later, he surfaced.

On the vast expanse of the ocean, he found the only possible foothold—

A broken rock fragment.

Standing atop the stone, Minos stared at the sea ahead, lost in deep thought.

He cast a divination spell.

"Great God of Light, grant truth and revelation to those who are lost, unveil the past of this place..."

Soon, images appeared in Minos’ mind—twin peaks island sinking under bombardment from meteor fireballs.

Minos frowned. Had the Tears of the Goddess been destroyed?

But even forbidden spells might not destroy something imbued with divine power like the Tears of the Goddess.

Finally, he saw someone rise from the very rock where he stood now—a young man waving his arms into the distance.

Minos' eyes narrowed slightly.

"This person..."

His instincts told him something was definitely wrong.

Otherwise, the divination wouldn't have shown him just the silhouette of one individual. "Did he take the Tears of the Goddess?"

Minos pondered thoughtfully.

Suddenly, a beam of holy light appeared above Minos’ head.

Slashing through the skies of the endless sea from beyond the heavens, it struck Minos directly.

Minos blinked in surprise, offering no resistance as he disappeared entirely into the holy light.

Before long, he returned to the Temple of Holy Light.

He met the Holy Maiden—the one who used the holy light to bring him back.

With her back turned to Minos, she said, "The location of the Tears of the Goddess has changed; they’ve moved north."

Minos bowed his head respectfully.

Somewhat embarrassed, he knew that had he arrived earlier, the Tears of the Goddess wouldn’t have moved from the endless sea to the northern lands.

By 'north,' the Holy Maiden meant the bitterly cold northern frontier.

Minos found it strange too—why would the Tears of the Goddess travel such a great distance overnight, from the endless sea to the frigid north?

The saintess said, "This time it's not as distant as the Endless Sea. Go quickly and return swiftly."

Upon hearing this, Minos immediately replied, "As you command."

The saintess did not blame Minos.

There was no help for it—the Endless Sea was simply too vast.

Even using a teleportation array, Minos could only reach the edge of the Sky Continent at most.

Where the Sky Continent bordered the Endless Sea, it was still an immeasurably great distance from where the Tear of the Goddess had appeared.

Minos had traveled day and night without rest, yet he still missed the Tear of the Goddess.

This time would be different.

The Tear of the Goddess had appeared in the Northern Realm, and Minos could directly use a teleportation array to reach the North.

Surely, this time he wouldn't lose it again.

If he let it slip away once more, there would be no excuse.

Minos teleported to the Icewall Great Wall, then from there teleported onward to the Northern Realm.

The exact location, however, had not been specified by the saintess.

Minos could only wait until the power of the Tear of the Goddess was awakened before locking onto its precise whereabouts.

He glanced briefly at the situation in the Northern Realm and decided first to pay a visit to the Kingdom of Marchel.

After all, Marchel was the largest nation in the Northern Realm.

Mainly because within the royal capital of Marchel lay one of the few passable Temples of Light in the entire region.

Elsewhere, the Temples of Light were little better than thatched huts in some backwater village.

Minos teleported toward the Kingdom of Marchel.

Mapleleaf City Magic Association.

Two figures—one tall, one short—stepped out from the teleportation circle.

The mage on duty, recognizing their identities, was so startled he couldn’t utter a word.

A sixth-rank Archmage.

A fourth-rank Archmage.

Neither paid attention to the mage manning the teleportation circle inside the Magic Association.

They walked straight outside.

Only after the two had gone far did the on-duty mage come to his senses, hurriedly reporting the matter to the Magic Association.

"Good heavens, what major event is about to unfold in Mapleleaf City?"

These archmages keep coming one after another—even a sixth-rank Archmage has shown up!

The president of the Magic Association was also greatly surprised upon receiving the news.

He wished to receive the visitors personally, but they had already left.

"King Oats, I come here under orders from Prince Aubert himself. I trust you will cooperate with my mission," Loki said with a smile as he looked at Oats.

Oats saw the summons in his hand, bearing the seal of Prince Aubert.

His eyelids twitched involuntarily.

He smiled and said, "Whatever Lord Loki requires, I shall give my utmost effort."

Loki said, "I have heard that a great dragon once fell beyond the outskirts of Mapleleaf City. I ask King Oats to assist me in uncovering the truth."

Oats raised an eyebrow. "You speak of Dragonfall Hill? But that is merely legend."

Loki continued smiling silently, saying nothing—but the pressure radiating from him was unmistakable.

Oats sighed helplessly. "Very well. I shall investigate everything thoroughly. If this turns out to be just a rumor..."

Loki said, "Then it shall have nothing to do with King Oats."

(End of Chapter)