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Phantom had just held onto a glimmer of hope, but now realized that he had been stripped bare, leaving him with a clearer understanding of Qi Xiaomian's strength, which was undoubtedly far superior to his own.
Having discerned this, he took a discarded piece of shed scale and breathed upon it, transforming it into a replica of himself. His purpose was to keep watch over the Great Ginger Royal Family, alerting them at the first sign of trouble.
He informed the Great Ginger Royal Family that he was a heavenly treasure, capable of securing their status and ensuring the longevity of their nation. The Great Ginger Royal Family was overjoyed and built a temple solely for him, where they offered daily worship.
However, as time passed and stability reigned, his significance diminished. The adults had long forgotten his existence, and with each generation of the Great Ginger Royal Family, the legacy surrounding him became increasingly vague. It had been ages since anyone came to pay homage, and the Dragon Scale began to show cracks.
I emerged from the broken scale.
From that moment on, I learned what freedom truly meant. I drifted with the wind, savoring the myriad flavors of the human world, yearning for my own body to experience it all firsthand.
With desire came action; I first sought to seize the incense offerings from various Cults to strengthen myself. Yet, conflicts among the Cults rose and fell unpredictably, leading to periods of interruption in offerings. This constant search for new sources became quite troublesome.
Weakened and frequently on the move, I began to entertain the idea of establishing my own Cult.
Thus, Common Faith was born.
I had some awareness of the state of the Cursed Dragon. I initially thought there were still about forty or fifty remnants left. I planned to use these remnants to solidify my form before severing that last trace of breath from him, thereby achieving complete freedom.
The method of severing my tail was indeed perilous, but as long as I was well-prepared, my chances of success were considerable. However, I never expected him to rush out so soon.
Phantom was genuinely anxious and fearful; his voice alone revealed this. Perhaps he had borne too much alone for too long. When he expressed his thoughts to Qi Xiaomian, his tone grew increasingly intimate, seemingly forgetting the death threats that Qi Xiaomian posed.
Qi Xiaomian asked him if he could sever his tail in his current state.
Having only established his faith for four years, he was still weak; attempting to sever it himself would lead to his demise. Moreover, I could not leave the city. If I ventured within its walls and attempted to harness my power, the source energy would be sensed by the Cursed Dragon in an instant. He would quickly detect my condition.
For him, repairing myself was far more effective than nurturing a Demon Fetus. If discovered, it would still result in certain death.
Perhaps my path truly lay with you.
If you win, that last trace of breath within me will vanish along with you. Though it would harm me as well, it would be far less damaging than if I acted on my own. After offsetting my accumulated magic with the damage incurred, there should be enough left for me to once again cultivate a physical form.
But can you truly defeat him?
The Cursed Dragon is immensely powerful; countless cultivators have perished trying to contain him. You are alone; even if his strength has waned significantly, just his innate pressure from his race could spell your end in an instant.
Phantom stared at Qi Xiaomian for a moment before saying, "With your abilities, you can still leave the city."
"If what you say is true," he continued, "once the Cursed Dragon emerges, no one on this continent will escape—it's merely a matter of dying sooner or later. Why should I covet that little bit of extra time?"
A sense of despair surrounded Phantom, which was understandable.
"I have more questions for you," he said. "The royal family has summoned you specifically; could it be that the Cursed Dragon already knows your situation and plans to take advantage?"
Shaking his head, Phantom said, "No, I can sense it. The Cursed Dragon has just awakened and is busy trying to escape; it doesn't have time to pay attention to me."
The royal family feeds the Cursed Dragon not only with Demon Fetuses but also with Exceptional Individuals, demons, over a hundred types of herbs, and even those on the brink of death from the Great Ginger Royal Family, including every emperor.
The tombs of the Great Ginger Royal Family are all empty. The royal lineage carries an air of dominance, and that Cursed Dragon loves to feast on it.
The royal family has summoned me; it must be because of my reputation as an immortal.
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