Chapter 97: The Legendary Staff "Dragon's Fang"

An ancient gray stone slab, unremarkable in appearance, had weathered countless ages.

Gunie pressed his palm against it; the rough stone conveyed a deep sense of accumulated time.

As his perception seeped in, Gunie could sense that the seal behind this slab enclosed a narrow void-space.

It could not be broken by brute force.

It required a corresponding draconic incantation to unseal.

Fortunately, Gunie possessed that draconic incantation.

A minute later, as Gunie chanted the draconic spell and channeled over three hundred units of source energy,

"Crack, crack..."

The slab slowly opened.

Then a pitch-black passage about the thickness of an arm appeared before Gunie's eyes.

"Void-space is not static; it shifts slowly with the movement of time and space, much like the drifting of continental plates—very slow, but real."

"If another tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years passed, this staff would likely be permanently sealed in the depths of the closing space," Gunie mused.

After releasing his puppet secret thread, Gunie retrieved the dragon-fang staff from the void-space passage.

The dragon-fang staff before him was about forty centimeters long, as thick as Gunie's thumb at the handle and tapering to the thickness of his little finger at the tip.

Its entire body was gray-white, with a mottled jade-like texture, and it felt quite heavy in hand.

This small piece alone weighed at least sixty jin.

It felt quite suitable in Gunie's hand.

"It would be even better if the tip were sharper and more pointed," Gunie thought to himself.

He sat cross-legged, constructing a touch-magic channel to sense the dragon-fang staff, whose quality he could not yet identify.

A flood of information from within the staff poured into his mind.

After more than ten minutes,

"Huff... puff..."

Gunie exhaled and opened his eyes.

He gently stroked the staff, his face expressionless.

It was not that this staff was unremarkable—it was that it was too remarkable.

It could even be called a top-tier—legendary staff.

According to the information Gunie received through touch-magic,

Its name was "Dragon's Fang."

It was forged from the fang of a five-colored dragon, along with the corpses and transcendent professions of nine Star Sequence "Dragon Slayers."

It was a genuine "legendary staff" born from blood and slaughter.

However, after eons of sealing, the "Dragon's Fang" had long lost its original power.

Only by slaying dragons again and feeding it with dragon blood, dragon bone, dragon flesh, and dragon soul could it reawaken the might befitting a legendary staff.

"The five-colored dragon is said to be a powerful deity-level existence among dragons, and of the purest bloodline."

"The corpses and transcendent professions of nine Star Sequence 'Dragon Slayers.'"

Thinking of this, Gunie's heart stirred.

"The Star Sequence is powerful, no doubt, but there are many who covet it, and even more who scheme for it."

"Using nine Dragon Slayers to forge this Dragon's Fang. Clearly, the higher the transcendent world, the more brutal the slaughter, to the point where transcendents themselves can be used as materials to craft legendary weapons."

"Regardless, at least I now have a staff with legendary potential. Unfortunately, there are too few creatures with dragon bloodlines on the Oya Continent and the vast oceans now; it will likely be difficult to unleash this legendary staff's power."

"That said, as powerful as dragonkind are, the emergence of Dragon Slayers as transcendents is too much of a counter to them."

"Though the dragons sealed this Dragon's Fang, they could not ultimately withstand the slaughter by those Dragon Slayers, and their lair became their tomb."

After putting away the Dragon's Fang, Gunie opened the system again.

"I can't go to the altar now. First, I'll take the forbidden spell and the dragon origin magic crystal."

"Then I'll deal with that daughter of the evil god. None of them will escape."

...

At the entrance to the dragon tomb.

Where a huge passage had once been, the passage had now vanished, sealed off by a stone wall of unknown thickness.

At the same time, a powerful sealing force was perfectly applied to this massive stone wall.

The daughter of the evil god and her four companions had exhausted all their means.

Not only could they not break the stone barrier,

they had not even left a scratch.

Staring at the mountain-like stone wall,

the daughter of the evil god and the others wore exceptionally grim expressions.

If they could not break through the stone wall, they would likely be permanently trapped in the dragon tomb, like the decaying dragon corpses, forever imprisoned here.

Seeking treasures, being imprisoned in a death trap, and dying of old age.

Such cases were not uncommon in historical legends.

And now they faced this desperate situation.

...

About fifteen to sixteen hundred meters away from the daughter of the evil god and her group,

George and Sigurd were also quietly crouching in a hidden corner.

"The exit is closed too. Judging by their attacks, they seem trapped as well, unable to get out."

Sigurd's tone was heavy and oppressive.

"Some countermeasure in the dragon tomb must have been triggered. No wonder the transcendents of the Pioneer Corps didn't explore here—could this be the reason?" George's brows were furrowed with frustration.

A perfectly planned ambush had turned into a death trap; the frustration was indescribable.

"Regardless, the daughter of the evil god and her group are trapped with us. If we don't kill them, we all die."

"Even trapped here, we need to eliminate them first," George said.

"That's true." Dragon Slayer Sigurd clenched his fists.

...

Among the despairing Himmel and the others, the sixth-order mid-Star Sequence transcendent "Lofs" suddenly brightened.

"Everyone, this is not yet the end," Lofs said in a low voice.

The others' expressions sharpened, and they all looked at him.

"This seal in the dragon tomb clearly requires energy to sustain."

"And the core of that energy supply..."

As Lofs spoke, those with quicker minds immediately understood.

"It's the Deep Source Anchor we're seeking," Himmel's eyes lit up.

"Exactly. Once we pull out the Deep Source Anchor, we cut off the energy here."

"Then we keep attacking the seal. Even if it has stored energy, with a few years or more of effort, we can still break it."

"It will take time, but at least we won't die trapped here."

Lofs's words rekindled hope in the despairing group.

Being trapped for three to five years was like a secluded cultivation; it was far better than dying of old age in despair.

"But those three are still trapped here. We need to secure the altar first, to have a source of energy for ourselves. Fighting them, we'll have the advantage."

"Let's go to the altar and set up. It seems this battle will last a while," the daughter of the evil god, Himmel, said solemnly.

Reinvigorated, they swiftly headed toward the altar.

George and Sigurd followed them stealthily.

...

As the group moved,

Gunie was also moving silently.

The dragon origin magic crystal was already in his hand.

And the place Gunie was heading to now was the location of the extremely rare and powerful forbidden spell tome, rare not only among dragons but across the entire Oya Continent.