Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 88: Wei Long’s sibling

In the Demonic Abyssal Continent.

A land of eternal darkness, where the sky was a vast, suffocating expanse of swirling black clouds, thick as ink, pulsing like a living entity.

No sun.

No moon.

Only the dim glow of violet and crimson energies that slithered through the air like ghostly veins, pulsing in eerie synchrony.

Deep within the continent—

A forest.

A vast, sprawling forest of twisted, gnarled trees.

Each tree was ancient, monstrous, alive.

Their bark was charcoal-black, cracked with glowing red fissures, as if molten lava coursed beneath their surface.

Their leaves—if they could even be called that—were more like spikes, sharp and jagged, humming with dark energy.

And yet—

The forest was not silent.

It lived.

It breathed.

It sang.

A chorus of inhuman voices echoed through the abyssal trees.

Beasts.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

They lurked between the shadows, nestled within the thick undergrowth, perched atop massive, twisting branches.

They were not normal.

Their bodies were flooded with Demonic Dao essence, blackened and strengthened by the abyss itself.

Their fur, their scales, their hides—all bore the mark of the abyss, tinged with a sinister glow, exuding a terrifying aura.

And yet—

They were not raging.

Not mindless.

Not rampaging in endless madness, as all Demonic Dao-tainted creatures should.

No—

They were calm.

Peaceful.

Despite their monstrous appearances, despite the corruption that should have driven them to insanity, they coexisted.

A colossal, abyssal lion lay stretched across a massive stone, yawning lazily as it bathed in the dim glow of the energy veins above.

A group of twisted, skeletal stags with glowing violet antlers trotted past it, making deep, harmonious calls, as if greeting an old friend.

Massive six-eyed ravens perched high in the abyssal trees, their glossy black feathers shimmering with eerie runes, yet instead of cawing in chaos, they chirped in an almost melodic rhythm, like a dark lullaby.

From beneath the roots of an ancient, spiraling tree, a massive serpent slithered out.

Its body was covered in black-gold scales, its eyes glowing with an ominous red light—yet it did not attack.

Instead, it coiled itself near a group of demonic wolves, their fangs dripping with abyssal venom, yet they lay there, panting lightly, tails swaying lazily.

It was unnatural.

It was impossible.

And yet—

It was real.

This place—this dark paradise—was unlike anything else in the Abyssal Continent.

Here, the Demonic Dao beasts did not slaughter each other.

They thrived.

Together.

A sudden shift in the air.

The beasts froze.

The abyssal lion's ears twitched.

The skeletal stags raised their heads.

The six-eyed ravens stopped their lullaby, their gaze turning toward the heart of the forest.

The massive serpent's forked tongue flicked out—

And then—

The ground trembled.

A soft, barely noticeable vibration at first.

Then—

A second tremor.

Stronger.

And then—

A third.

The forest shuddered.

The twisted trees groaned.

The Demonic Dao energy in the air stirred.

Something was coming.

Something colossal.

The beasts remained still.

Not in fear.

But in reverence.

A soft, almost mist-like smoke began to rise in the distance.

White.

Pure.

Unfitting for this land.

It did not belong to the abyss.

It did not belong to the darkness.

And yet—

The darkness did not reject it.

The smoke twisted and danced, spiraling upward, moving with an almost sentient grace.

The ground trembled again.

The smoke grew thicker.

More vast.

More dominant.

It spread through the forest like a divine wave, washing over everything, touching every beast—

And yet—

They welcomed it.

The abyssal lion let out a deep, rumbling purr.

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The skeletal stags lowered their heads in respect.

The ravens fluttered their wings, shifting position as if making way.

The massive serpent coiled tighter, its eyes narrowing in anticipation.

And then—

A shadow.

A silhouette.

A vast, towering figure, hidden within the mist.

Its steps were slow.

Deliberate.

Each footfall sent another tremor through the abyssal ground.

It was approaching.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

The white smoke parted.

The beast emerged.

White.

Its entire body was a shade of immaculate white, a purity that defied the Abyss itself.

Scales.

Pristine, glimmering, each one shimmering like starlight trapped in stone.

Wings.

Large.

Majestic.

Unfolding slowly, casting a shadow over the entire forest.

Its eyes—

Cold.

Ancient.

Wise.

And powerful.

It was not just a beast.

It was a force.

A being that should not exist in this abyssal realm.

And yet—

Here it stood.

A dragon.

A white dragon.

It moved forward, its massive claws pressing into the abyssal soil, leaving faint, glowing imprints.

The Demonic Dao beasts—

They did not retreat.

They did not cower.

Instead—

They lowered their heads.

A silent gesture of respect.

A silent acknowledgment of something greater.

And then—

The dragon breathed in.

Deep.

Slow.

Powerful.

The abyss itself seemed to hold its breath.

And then—

It roared.

A sound that shattered the silence of the continent.

A roar that ripped through the skies, parting the swirling black clouds above.

A roar that shook the earth, sent shockwaves through the trees, cracked the very air itself.

A roar that declared its existence.

A roar that said—

I am here.

…

Above them, up in the air, something began to stir.

A whisper.

A tremor.

A slow, almost imperceptible shift in the very fabric of the Demonic Abyssal Continent.

It started as a thin wisp of smoke.

Pale.

Faint.

A mere thread of mist that twisted and curled, dancing lazily in the abyssal air.

Then—

Another.

A second wisp, mirroring the first, rising ever so gently.

They moved with an unnatural grace, weaving through the dim, swirling energies of the land, untouched by the corruption that stained the air.

And yet—

They grew.

Slowly.

Ever so slowly.

From wisps to tendrils.

From tendrils to streams.

The two streams of smoke twisted and turned, coiling around each other like living entities, merging and separating in an endless dance.

A pulse.

A ripple of power.

The mist thickened.

It stretched.

Expanded.

Bigger.

Wider.

It rose above the treetops, beyond the reach of the abyssal creatures below, until it became something vast.

A swirling mass of white vapor, shifting, reshaping, molding itself into something tangible—

Two forms.

Two faces.

Their features were vague, undefined.

Neither male nor female.

Neither young nor old.

And yet—

Ancient.

Their presence carried an immense weight, a pressure that made even the swirling abyssal energies hesitate.

The faces, now fully formed from the dense white mist, hovered in the air.

They were massive.

So large that they seemed to eclipse the sky itself, gazing down upon the vast abyssal forest with an unreadable expression.

For a moment—

They simply watched.

Their hollow, misty eyes sweeping over the land, taking in the sight of the beasts, the twisted trees, the dark energy that pulsed like a living heart beneath them.

And then—

They found it.

Their gaze locked onto the White Dragon.

The dragon, standing tall amidst the abyssal creatures, its pristine white scales gleaming against the darkness, was completely unaware.

And at that moment—

A sound.

Soft at first.

Barely a whisper.

Then louder.

Stronger.

A sigh.

A long, weary exhale that seemed to carry the weight of millennia.

The two faces turned to one another.

And then—

They spoke.

"Finally…"

A voice that was neither male nor female.

Neither old nor young.

Yet ancient.

A voice that carried the weight of stars collapsing, of galaxies drifting apart.

At that single word, the abyss itself seemed to still.

"Finally, after so, so long…"

The other face let out a deep, resonant hum, as though absorbing the words into its very essence.

"Another one."

A pause.

The mist around them shifted, trembled, swayed.

Another sigh, this time of relief.

"We have searched the lower realms endlessly… and now, we have found one of our own."

"The Blue-Eyed White Heaven Dragon Clan… has not been completely lost after all."

Silence stretched between them, a silence filled with unspoken emotions.

Then, slowly, their gaze turned downward once more.

Toward it.

Toward the dragon below, standing amidst the abyssal beasts, completely unaware of the two titanic entities that loomed above.

And then—

They praised.

Endlessly.

Ceaselessly.

A cascade of words flowed between them, each syllable carrying an undeniable reverence.

"Look at it."

"So pure… untouched by corruption."

"The lower realm's abyssal taint does not consume it. Instead—"

"It bends."

"It obeys."

"This one—this child of our blood—has done what even some of us failed to achieve."

"It has tamed the beasts of the lower realm."

"Not through force."

"Not through cruelty."

"But through its very existence."

A tremor ran through the mist as they continued.

"It is the embodiment of our legacy."

"A dragon that walks in darkness, yet remains untainted."

"A dragon that does not command through domination—"

"But through presence."

"Do you see?"

"It stands, and the abyss bows."

"It breathes, and the corrupted beasts yield."

"It is more than just one of us—"

"It is a symbol."

"A promise that the Blue-Eyed White Heaven Dragon Clan will rise again."

Their voices grew softer, but no less reverent.

"And yet…"

A pause.

A moment of quiet reflection.

"This world is too small."

"This realm… is beneath it."

"It is still weak."

"It must ascend."

They turned to one another again.

A long, thoughtful silence passed between them.

Then—

"We must prepare it."

"We must guide it."

Another long pause.

Then—

A decision.

"We will send the Scourge."

The mist trembled.

The air grew cold.

And far beyond the abyssal forest, far beyond the sky of the Demonic Abyssal Continent—

Something awoke from the depths, and it doesn't look like it's a good thing.