Infinite Paradise
Chapter 114 - 87 If You Were a Dragon, That Would Be Good (5000 Characters for Subscription)_3

Chapter 114: 87 If You Were a Dragon, That Would Be Good (5000 Characters for Subscription)_3

The Prince earnestly reflected for a moment, "I indeed heard as if someone was speaking in my ear, but I was too panicked at that moment, so..."

He bowed his head in shame.

It was only then that everyone realized, perhaps it was more important to gain the recognition of the Demon Sword Apophis than the approval of the former emperor.

In the end, the Prince could only step down regretfully.

Meanwhile, Le Cheng detected a hint of peculiarity. He did not doubt the veracity of Morgan’s words, but he felt something was left unsaid, especially when the Prince was attacked by the Evil Qi released from the Demon Sword, which evoked a sense of familiarity in him.

Subsequently, as the King Selection Ceremony continued, more Princes were successively eliminated. Among them, several had pulled out the Demon Sword Apophis, but similarly, none could withstand the onslaught of the Evil Qi and were unable to subdue it.

"Next, step forward."

Then, as the forty-second contender walked towards the grave under countless watchful eyes, Caster approached with a nervous expression.

As he passed by Gawain, Gawain gave him an encouraging look.

"Draw the sword." Morgan spoke with her usual indifferent expression, but when she spoke, she glanced one more time at Caster, showing a slight concern for the Prince personally named by Le Cheng.

"Yes."

Caster nodded, then he took a deep breath and slowly reached out his right hand towards the Demon Sword Apophis.

Could I really succeed when so many have failed?

Such a question did not linger in Caster’s mind for long, because as soon as he touched the Demon Sword Apophis, he immediately felt a bloodline resonance that awakened an innate instinct within him. Just with a whoosh, the Demon Sword Apophis was drawn from the grave.

"So fast!"

Exclamations arose from the crowd. Although many had managed to pull out the Demon Sword before, it had taken considerable effort, yet Caster made it look effortless, and the entire process didn’t take more than ten seconds.

But, the sword was drawn out, could he withstand the Evil Qi of the Demon Sword?

Indeed, the moment the dark blood-like blade was exposed to the air, a surge of dense Evil Qi spread forth.

"Ugh—"

Caster’s hands felt as though they were being slashed by countless sharp blades, causing him to reveal an expression of agony. He instinctively placed his left hand upon the sword, trying to suppress the onslaught of the Demon Sword’s Evil Qi, and simultaneously, he heard a deep and elderly voice whispering in his ear.

But the attack from the Evil Qi was too intense, and in just a short while, his hands were already bloodied, unable to make out what the voice was saying.

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

[Do not let go, do as I tell you.]

Mr. Le Cheng?

[Yes, it’s me. I am communicating with you through the soul.]

The soul? How is that possible?

Caster was astonished.

[Don’t fret over how I’m doing it. For now, just close your eyes, heed my incantation, and then visualize, visualize the true form of that Evil Qi, before your hands are destroyed.]

Incantation? Visualization?

Caster pondered what that might be and soon, Le Cheng’s voice resounded again, and the incantation he recited was very similar to the elderly voice he had heard, but clearer and simpler to understand.

Thus, Caster immediately closed his eyes, enduring the onslaught of the Evil Qi while reciting the contents of the incantation.

It was an ambiguous moment, seemingly interminably long, yet as though it passed in an instant when Caster suddenly realized the pain in his hands had dissipated. Just as he thought his hands might have been destroyed by the attack of the Evil Qi, he was startled to find himself in a whole new vista.

In this vista, the so-called Evil Qi had transformed into a dragon.

A red dragon, colossal as a hillock.

What is this?!

[That is the essence of the Evil Qi, the Dragon Soul. Tsk, Sigma really made a mess of things.]

Mr. Le Cheng, what... what is going on?

Caster became even more confused as Le Cheng explained.

[Let’s start from the beginning. Sigma was no ordinary man; he was an Ascender. After mastering the Rising Dragon Transformation and through the Visualization of the Red Dragon’s lingering spirit, he gained the ability to morph into a half-dragon. This power was the foundation that allowed him to repel the Catastrophe Legion and also the reason for his longevity.]

[However, being only half-dragon, his lifespan was just slightly longer than that of an ordinary person. In conjunction with years of combat, the wear and tear meant he didn’t live much longer. Before dying, through the secret technique of Rising Dragon Transformation, he stored his soul within the Demon Sword Apophis and left behind an intention—that voice you heard. His original hope was that his descendants while drawing the Demon Sword Apophis, would master the Rising Dragon Transformation, and then visualize his half-dragon soul, thereby fully grasping the power he once possessed.]

[But clearly, he didn’t consider the harm of the Dragon Soul to ordinary people... or maybe he did and still proceeded as such, which is why I said he acted recklessly. To bear the burden of the Dragon Soul, to understand the incantation of the Rising Dragon Transformation, and to master it in such a short time, that would truly be possible only for the Chosen Son.]

[Then again, Sigma probably didn’t anticipate my presence, so he had to act this way. After all, only the true Chosen Son would be able to inherit his legacy and confront the Catastrophe Legion. If one could not reach that level...]

[So, Caster, have you decided to become that Chosen Son?]

[If you are ready, proceed with the Visualization, visualizing Sigma’s Dragon Soul.]

[By the way, I’m watching too, it would be good if you are a dragon, too.]