Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 89: Impure one

Not far from the Blood Boar Sect, where the dark forests stretched endlessly and the air was thick with the scent of blood and decay, Wei Long moved like a silent specter.

His keen, reptilian eyes flickered with hunger, scanning the dense vegetation for prey.

Tonight was a feast.

A hunt unlike any other.

The beasts of this place were not ordinary.

They were tainted.

Saturated with the Demonic Dao's essence, their bodies pulsed with corrupted power.

And to Wei Long—

They were delicious.

A fresh kill was already beneath his claws.

A Crimson-Horned Blood Serpent, its long, sinuous body still twitching from the aftershocks of death.

Wei Long had pounced with ruthless efficiency, his fangs piercing its thick hide, tearing into its corrupted flesh with a hunger that was both instinctive and calculated.

The moment the demonic qi-infused blood filled his mouth, his body shivered.

A rush of power surged through his veins.

The taste was… intoxicating.

Hot.

Rich.

A perfect blend of destruction and nourishment.

But he needed more.

Much more.

Wei Long moved with inhuman grace, his sleek, bio-engineered frame gliding through the undergrowth without a sound.

His nostrils flared, catching the distinct scent of another demonic beast.

There!

A Nightmare-Clawed Shadow Wolf lurked behind a cluster of bone-white trees, its glowing red eyes fixated on him.

It was larger than any normal wolf, its dark fur appearing to drink in the surrounding light, making it a living shadow.

But to Wei Long—

It was nothing but prey.

With a single, fluid movement, he launched himself forward.

The wolf barely had time to react before his jaws clamped around its throat.

A brief struggle.

A muffled whimper.

Then—

Silence.

Wei Long released his grip, licking the dark blood from his maw.

Not bad.

But not enough.

His tail swayed, his eyes already scanning for another.

More.

He needed more.

The deeper he ventured into the demonic beast territory, the stronger his prey became.

A Three-Tailed Abyssal Fox tried to ambush him from above—he snapped its spine mid-air.

A Bone-Eating Carrion Vulture swooped down—he tore its wings apart before it could scream.

A Nine-Eyed Death Centipede coiled itself around him, attempting to crush him with its thousands of legs—he ripped it to pieces with raw, bestial strength.

One after another, they fell.

Their blood stained the ground.

Their demonic essences seeped into him, fueling him, making him stronger.

Wei Long exhaled deeply, his body thrumming with power.

He could feel it.

With every beast he devoured, his body changed.

His muscles tightened.

His senses sharpened.

The bio-engineered beast within him was adapting, evolving.

This was his path.

To consume.

To hunt.

To dominate.

Nothing would stop him—

Then… he felt it.

A strange, unsettling presence above him.

Wei Long froze.

His instincts screamed.

His scales prickled, an unnatural sensation crawling along his spine.

Something was watching him.

Something high above.

He turned his gaze skyward.

The sky, which had been covered by the thick, swirling miasma of the Demonic Abyss, now seemed… different.

A strange distortion rippled across the heavens.

Like a veil being pulled aside, revealing something that should not be seen.

Wei Long narrowed his eyes, but then—

The feeling vanished.

Like it had never been there.

Hmph.

He shook his head.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter.

More beasts awaited.

More power awaited.

And so—

He resumed his hunt.

Wei Long prowled deeper into the abyssal woods, his senses stretched to their limits.

Every breath he took was filled with the rich scent of demonic qi.

Every muscle in his body was taut, coiled like a spring, ready to strike.

He was in his element.

And yet—

That feeling returned.

Stronger this time.

The air around him felt heavier.

As if something unseen was pressing down on him.

Wei Long's movements slowed.

His eyes flickered upward once more.

And this time—

He saw them.

Two faces.

Formless.

Blurry.

So vast they seemed to stretch beyond the sky itself.

They hovered above the forest, silent, their empty gazes locked onto him.

Wei Long stilled.

His primal instincts roared at him to run.

To hide.

To vanish into the darkness and never look back.

But he didn't.

He stared right back at them, his slit pupils narrowing, his tail flicking behind him.

What… are they?

The air grew colder.

The abyss itself seemed to hold its breath.

And then—

The voices came.

Distant at first.

Like whispers carried by a thousand dying winds.

Then—

Louder.

Clearer.

Until finally, the words cut through the silence like a blade.

"Filthy impure is also here."

Wei Long's pupils contracted.

A shiver ran down his spine.

And in that moment—

He knew.

He had been seen.

Wei Long stood motionless, his gaze still fixed on the two massive faces looming above the abyssal sky.

Their blurry forms wavered like mist, but the sheer pressure of their presence was suffocating.

Ancient.

Absolute.

The kind of existence that lesser beings could not even hope to comprehend.

Yet, to Wei Long, they were nothing but familiar ghosts from his past.

And then—

They spoke.

Their voices were layered, echoing through the entire Demonic Abyssal Continent like an unholy chorus.

Their words were not just heard—they seeped into the bones, into the soul, into the very fabric of the realm itself.

"Filthy… impure… it still lives?"

The words carried a hatred so deep, so pure, it could have corroded stone.

Wei Long felt it, but he did not flinch.

"How disgraceful. How pathetic. To think that such filth still roams the lower realm, tainting the air with its presence!"

The voices grew sharper, filled with disgust.

"This abomination. It should have been erased. The shame it brings upon the Blue-Eyed White Heaven Dragon Clan is immeasurable!"

"A disgraceful failure. A thing that should not exist."

"Impure, lesser than dirt. A beast that should crawl, not speak. Not think."

Wei Long's tail flicked.

"And yet, here it is. Clinging to existence like a parasite. Feeding on the filth of the lower realms like the vermin it is."

"Impure one, do you even understand? You are nothing. Nothing but an insult to our bloodline."

The hatred in their voices was suffocating.

But what angered Wei Long the most—

Was what came next.

"Unlike you, the other one… the true one…"

The misty figures turned their gazes downward.

Wei Long did not need to follow their sight to know who they were speaking about.

The White Dragon. The so-called "pure one."

"Despite being newly born, it already commands the beasts of this wretched land."

"Despite being tainted by the abyss, its noble blood remains dominant."

"It is proving its worth. Its supremacy. The right of the true descendants of our clan!"

"Unlike you, filthy impure. Who wallows in the dirt, feasting like a starving rodent."

"Unlike you, a mistake. A failure."

"Unlike you, who should not exist."

Wei Long's eyes narrowed.

His blood boiled, but not with anger.

He did not rage.

He did not snarl.

Instead—

He smiled.

Slowly, deliberately, he raised his head and spoke.

"Hello, old ones of the higher realms."

The misty faces froze.

Wei Long's voice slithered through the air, calm, steady, and entirely unbothered.

"What happened to the others?"

Silence.

"You know… the ones I dragged down with me?"

"The ones I dragged from the heavens into the dirt?"

The misty faces shifted violently.

They were shocked.

Wei Long chuckled.

"How are they? Did they survive? Or did they break like brittle glass?"

The two ancient beings stared at him.

"You… you can hear us?"

Their disbelief was palpable.

Wei Long smirked.

"Of course, I can. Why? The pure ones can't?"

He let the words sink in.

And then—

He laughed.

"Ah… am I really the impure one then?"

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"Because it seems to me, I am more than they will ever be."

The mist howled in response.

They spat out their fury, their insults, their hatred in an endless storm.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A STAIN! A FILTHY CREATURE CRAWLING WHERE IT DOES NOT BELONG!"

"A disgusting, wretched mutation!"

"Even now, you taint this land with your existence!"

"You should have been erased from the beginning! A beast should remain a beast! You think you are something greater?! YOU ARE NOT!"

"You are a mere speck. A mistake. An impure existence that should have been slaughtered the moment it drew breath!"

"Do not mistake survival for worth, filth."

"No matter what you do. No matter how much you fight. No matter how much you struggle—"

"You will always be below."

"Because you are not pure."

Wei Long grinned.

He let them speak.

Let them spit their venom.

Let them drown themselves in their hatred.

And then—

When the storm faded into ragged fury—

Wei Long tilted his head.

And whispered—

"Don't worry."

The mist tensed.

Wei Long's voice was low. Unhurried. Absolute.

"I'll visit him."

The mist froze.

"…And this impure one will devour that shitty 'pure one.'"

The world went silent.