Supreme Tamer
Chapter 1021 - Chapter 1021 Chapter 886 I Need a Winged Soul Pet

Chapter 1021: Chapter 886: I Need a Winged Soul Pet Chapter 1021: Chapter 886: I Need a Winged Soul Pet “`

Chu Mu had been pursuing the Dream of Oblivion for a while but realized that wherever it flew, the plants there withered and wilted…

“Wuu wuu wuu~~~~~~~~~”

Mo Ye made a sound, signaling Chu Mu to look back.

Chu Mu turned around and was bewildered to find a kind of grey haze, following the figure of the Dream of Oblivion, slowly but broadly covering the entire Xiangrong City. It felt like a vast cityscape being gradually painted over with bleak colors.

“What is it doing…” Chu Mu didn’t understand. The Dream of Oblivion seemed to have no interest in attacking humans, but why go to such lengths to destroy the plants of Xiangrong City? Could it have some kind of grudge against the entire Xiangrong?

After chasing for a while, Chu Mu gradually couldn’t keep up with its speed.

The Dream of Oblivion, seemingly light and agile in the sky, graceful yet slow, was actually very fast, and Mo Ye couldn’t catch up with its pace.

Looking around, whether it was the dust-laden cypress trees on the sides of the street or the white paulownias in residential courtyards, even the fresh willows by the lakes in parks; the vines growing along the walls, those hanging from certain big trees, or the creepers sown into the soil; the fresh flowers blooming all over the city, the nameless moss and spirit grass, all of them had withered away. Even some plant spirit beasts that hadn’t been collected into the Soul Pet Space couldn’t escape…

The entire Xiangrong City was wilting, that death-like grey acting like an absolute dominator, stripping the entire city of its vitality.

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In the backstreets deep in the courtyard behind Central Xiangrong City

A blind elder stood outside the courtyard, his face wistful as he looked up at the sky.

Regrettably, he could see nothing. His Soul Sense couldn’t fully extend under the formidable grey prohibition, let alone reach the thousand-meter range of that mysterious and dangerous creature.

“Still, it has come, it has come!!” The emotions displayed by the Blind Old Man were different from Duan Qiming and Li Guang, who yearned to see the Dream of Oblivion. His were more of a lament.

In this city, the only person who knew about the existence of the Dream of Oblivion was this Blind Old Man because very long ago, he had personally witnessed its lonely and lonesome figure. He remembered the shock in his heart from back then. After so many years, that shock and yearning had gradually turned into ripples in his old heart, evoking a touch of bitterness and helplessness.

“Old Master.” Chu Mu leaped down from Mo Ye and walked up to the Blind Old Man, who was immersed in his memories.

Looking at this elder, whose expression was filled with loss, and seeing his longing to look yet unable to see, Chu Mu suddenly wanted to know what kind of past this elder, whose position was even above the two old monsters, Li Guang and Sun Qiming, had. His insights into Soul Pets and the breadth of his knowledge were comparable to that of the centuries-old Fox Elder. Hence, his past must have been very, very spectacular.

“It’s you, come, describe its appearance to me.” The Blind Old Man wasn’t surprised by Chu Mu’s arrival and slowly began to speak, then showed indifference to all the withered flowers, trees, and grass in the courtyard.

Chu Mu’s gaze went through the space between two rooftop corners to the sky afar, gazing at that dream-like figure, and described its appearance using some pale words.

“Yeah, it seems my memory isn’t yet blurred,” the Blind Old Man nodded in satisfaction.

“So, have You seen it before when You were younger?” Chu Mu asked eagerly.

“Seen it, probably when I was a teenager. There was someone I admired, and it was he who led me into the dazzling world of Soul Pets. Through him, I saw the Dream of Oblivion when it was still in its juvenile phase. That Dream of Oblivion, as delicate as a newborn, its feathers so downy people couldn’t resist touching, I stroked its little head…” the Blind Old Man shared his memories with Chu Mu in a delicate manner.

For some reason, the Old Man seemed very willing to tell this memory, which should have been his own, to this youth who gave him a sense of familiarity. It was as if this youth was that same stubborn and clever apprentice he had once had.

“Was that Strong One Cheng Mo? Was the Dream of Oblivion his Soul Pet?” Chu Mu asked.

The Old Man shook his head and said, “Cheng Mo did not sign a Soul Pact with the Dream of Oblivion. Everyone has their own ideal Soul Pet in their hearts. Cheng Mo already had a Winged Soul Pet he considered most perfect; therefore, he did not contract with Little Dream of Oblivion but instead set it free, in this domain that has always belonged to the Dream of Oblivion.”

“Always belonged?” Chu Mu was even more perplexed.

“This was not originally human territory; it belonged to the Dream of Oblivion. All ancestral spirits of the Butterfly Clan stemmed from the Dream of Oblivion. But after humans interfered with this territory, the descendants of the Dream of Oblivion began to vanish gradually, and another race of Spirit Butterfly that was more adapted to coexist with humans, to survive and breed, emerged and slowly spread across the entire Xiangrong Boundary… Of course, this was thousands of years ago,” said the Blind Old Man.

Chu Mu understood very clearly that the Dream of Oblivion was not a member of the Butterfly Clan; it must be a separate race, one that likely consisted only of the mighty and mysterious Dream of Oblivion.

“So it has not yet formed a soul contract with any human?” Chu Mu asked with some surprise.

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The majority of Soul Pets, upon signing a soul contract with a human, cannot possibly follow a second human. This represents the Soul Pet’s loyalty, which remains unswerving until death.

If it isn’t someone else’s Soul Pet, the difficulty of bonding would be much lower, and the mental barrier wouldn’t be so formidable.

Of course, the decrease in the probability of taming is synonymous with reducing the impossible from ten thousandths to thousandths. The impossibility has been greatly lessened but is still impossible…

Consider a Soul Pet that has lived for more than a hundred years; its mindset is incredibly steadfast. Moreover, from its perspective, Chu Mu is almost indistinguishable from a child…

“You seem quite interested in it,” the Blind Old Man said.

“Yeah, I’m in need of a Winged Soul Pet,” Chu Mu nodded honestly.

The Blind Old Man was taken aback for a moment, and then his chest heaved with hearty laughter!

In the Blind Old Man’s laughter was no trace of mockery, only affection and esteem for the younger generation. He laughed because, when he himself used to recount the tale of Dream of Oblivion to his young apprentices, he would do so with the same righteous indignation, as if taming Dream of Oblivion was as attainable as acquiring a Commander or Monarch just through hard work and perseverance…

“It’s rather friendly towards humans, but it is as solitary as a King. A King could never submit to others. If it had offspring, it might not mind letting its children follow human Soul Pet Masters for experience, but this doesn’t mean that it, having become a King, would be willing to join humans on their adventures–unless you reach the heights of Cheng Mo, where you could make such a proud King willingly submit,” the Blind Old Man continued with a smile.

“By the way, you don’t seem ordinary. At your age, to own a High Emperor Level Seven Sins Fox with Three Main Attributes–if I’m not mistaken, your White Nightmare Demon should be even stronger, with strength that could likely contend with the Sixteen Extremes,” the Blind Old Man remarked.

Chu Mu didn’t deny it. Even though the elder was blind, his vast experience over the centuries made him a wise man with a piercing vision, making it hard to deceive him.

“I indeed want to obtain a Dream of Oblivion. Does it have offspring?” Chu Mu asked.

The descendants of Dream of Oblivion would definitely rank at the Peak Emperor, like the Azure Sky Hidden Dragon–one that after reaching the Tenth Rank within the Emperors becomes an invincible entity. The inherent racial advantages of such creatures greatly increase their chances of advancing to Dominator Level compared to those of lower species.

“Offspring? It probably doesn’t have any. Creatures of this caliber are generally unique, and their legacy is passed down through life inheritance…” the Blind Elder responded.

“Life inheritance, what is that?” Chu Mu was taken aback, having never heard of such a mode of reproduction before.

“Life inheritance typically occurs in beings of such high Species Ranking that finding a mate is almost impossible. These beings can only conceive an egg when on the brink of death. The egg will not hatch until the previous generation has completely perished, thereby allowing the next generation to continue the species. Dream of Oblivion should have a long life ahead and is unlikely to breed a new Dream of Oblivion. So, unless you can kill it…” the Blind Old Man still spoke with a smile.

“Kill it?” Chu Mu stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Even in his half-demon form, Chu Mu wasn’t at all confident in defeating the mighty Dream of Oblivion.

There’s a difference between defeating and killing. Chu Mu would have to be at least one or two levels higher to possibly kill it.

“Haha, you kid, are you actually contemplating how to kill it?” The Blind Old Man laughed heartily once again. Although he couldn’t see, his Soul Sense allowed him to discern Chu Mu’s subtle facial changes, which he could detect easily.

“Uh, not really. I was just assessing the situation. I imagine the next generation would carry some memories of the previous one. Surely, they would devoutly refuse to serve as a Soul Pet to the killer of their predecessor, wouldn’t they?” Chu Mu said.

“Your thoughts are quite sharp,” the Blind Old Man gave a slight smile and continued, “It’s not possible to kill it, it’s too strong, too strong!”

Chu Mu was astonished and quickly pressed for an explanation.

But the Old Man merely smiled and shook his head, not providing Chu Mu with any further clarification.

(Today there are two chapters. You probably have guessed by now that Little Fish needs some time to recuperate.

Continuing with three updates daily, my cervical spine wouldn’t be able to handle anything soon, so it’s quite problematic.

The recent updates corresponding to the Double Monthly Tickets were simply an enduring effort. An extra chapter really feels like a torment, so starting today, I’ll stick to two updates for a period I’m not sure about. I must make adjustments, or else there will be no capital to strive for writing the next book~~~~~~)

(I’ve been a bit irritable recently and definitely need some adjustments. I hope you all can understand. There won’t be a third update tonight~~~~~~~~~~~)(To be continued. If you like this story, welcome to Qidian (NovelFire.net) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest driving force.)

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