Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 96: Letting it go

High above in the celestial expanse of the Higher Realm, where divine beasts roamed and immortal entities dictated the fate of countless lower worlds, the Blue-Eyed White Heaven Dragon Clan basked in the glory of their own supremacy.

Their floating citadels, carved from divine jade and woven with threads of spatial laws, gleamed under the cosmic radiance of a thousand celestial stars.

In one of the grandest halls, where the air itself hummed with the pressure of countless eons of cultivation, two ethereal figures—manifestations of the ones who had sent the Scourge below—watched the events unfolding in the lower world.

They laughed.

Their laughter echoed like divine hymns across the jade palace, their voices filled with boundless arrogance.

"Ahh... so it seems the impure one has stumbled into the battlefield of the pure ones."

"How utterly amusing. We only intended to awaken the Scourge to temper the chosen ones, yet this nameless insect has found himself caught in the grand design!"

"An irrelevant accident," the other one scoffed, their voice like rolling thunder. "It does not matter. He is beneath our notice. Even if he struggles, even if he survives, he is merely delaying the inevitable."

They turned their celestial gazes toward the battlefield, expecting to see the Scourge's army expanding, its corruption surging through the lower realm, growing stronger with each rebirth.

"The moment the Scourge Army reaches its peak, the pure ones shall be tested in fire and blood," one of them declared, their draconic aura shaking the palace.

"The true might of the Heaven Dragon Clan shall be revealed! The chosen warriors, our descendants, will crush the tides of corruption and prove why we are the apex of all creation!"

Their pride swelled.

"The pure ones are unparalleled! Each one of them was born beneath the radiance of the Heaven Dragon's Divine Light! Their blood is untainted by filth! Their spirits are the closest to heaven itself!"

One of them rose from their golden throne, their long, sapphire-scaled tail coiling beneath them as their divine wings unfurled.

"They are perfection incarnate. The will of heaven flows through their veins. Every step they take is one step closer to ascending beyond mortal shackles."

Another dragon deity continued, their celestial mane flowing like liquid starlight.

"The Scourge is but a mere trial for them! A challenge placed by our ancestors to refine the chosen ones into true Dragon Warlords of the Divine Path!"

"Indeed!" the other agreed. "And the impure one? He is nothing but a grain of sand beneath their feet. What worth does he have?"

Their voices resounded through the endless corridors of the celestial palace, their arrogance boundless, their faith in the pure ones absolute.

They continued.

And continued.

They praised.

And praised.

Their voices rose in intensity as they described the grandeur of their chosen warriors.

The pure ones were not simply talented beasts.

They were the embodiments of perfection.

Their bloodlines were the culmination of millennia of divine blessings.

Their bodies were forged by celestial laws, each muscle brimming with heavenly energy.

Their souls were so pure that they could command the essence of the universe itself.

"The Scourge Army shall rise! And when it does, the pure ones shall descend like divine judgment! Their fangs will shatter the heavens! Their claws will crush the abyss! No impurity shall remain in the world when they are done!"

At that moment, they smirked, convinced of their absolute victory.

Yet—

Something changed.

A subtle shift.

A ripple in the divine currents.

A trembling in the heavenly laws.

Then—

A terrifying silence.

The great hall, once filled with their exultant praises, grew deathly still.

The two mist-like celestial figures suddenly stopped.

Their divine gazes, which had been watching the battlefield with amusement, froze.

Their golden pupils, which reflected the boundless cosmos, contracted.

Something was wrong.

They blinked.

They blinked again.

And again.

Then—

They looked at each other.

A dreadful realization settled over them.

Something had changed.

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No.

Something had disappeared.

Their connection to the Scourge—

It was… gone.

The air around them trembled.

Their celestial bodies quivered.

Their once arrogant expressions cracked.

For the first time since the beginning of their existence—

A sliver of doubt entered their hearts.

One of them slowly turned back toward the battlefield, their voice barely above a whisper—

"...What happened to the Scourge?"

…

On the other hand.

Wei Long stood over the fallen Scourge, his tail swishing lazily behind him as he cracked his knuckles, feeling the satisfying pop of his joints. His body was covered in dirt, his claws were caked in the darkened blood of countless beasts, and his breath came out in visible puffs of heat. Yet, his golden eyes were alight with excitement.

The Scourge lay twitching on the ground, its once-massive form reduced to a heap of bruised and battered flesh. Its once-unholy aura had dimmed, the dark essence that once rolled off it like a storm having been smashed out of its body. But despite its grievous wounds, despite the agony it must have felt from being mercilessly pummeled over and over again, the creature remained alive.

Wei Long tilted his head.

"…You're still breathing?"

The Scourge coughed. A wet, gurgling sound.

Wei Long grinned.

"You're tougher than I thought. But I guess that makes sense, huh? You're some legendary trial from those stupid Heaven Dragons, right?" He raised a clawed foot and stomped down hard on the creature's chest, causing it to jerk violently. "That means you must know something about the Pure Ones they keep yapping about."

The Scourge's dim, flickering eyes stared at him.

Wei Long leaned in, pressing his weight against the thing's chest.

"Tell me," he said, his grin stretching wider, showing rows of serrated teeth. "Where do I find them?"

The Scourge gurgled again.

"I…"

Wei Long narrowed his eyes.

"You what?"

"I don't… know."

A heavy silence followed.

Wei Long's eye twitched.

"…What?"

"I don't know where they are."

Wei Long blinked.

"You're telling me that all this time—you have no idea?"

The Scourge twitched, its expression unreadable. "They will appear… once I make them…"

Wei Long's grin froze.

Then, very, very slowly, he lifted his foot.

Then, BAM!

He stomped down again, causing the entire battlefield to tremble. The Scourge's body caved in slightly from the impact, a sickening crack echoing in the air.

"AGHHHHH!"

Wei Long sneered. "You're telling me that you're just making it up as you go?!"

The Scourge wheezed, trying to form words.

Wei Long didn't give it the chance.

BAM!

He stomped again.

BAM!

And again.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Each thunderous stomp sent shockwaves across the landscape, cratering the ground beneath them. The once terrifying, once invincible Scourge was nothing more than a rug under his foot, completely at his mercy.

"You useless sack of bones!" Wei Long growled. "I thought you were some all-powerful nightmare! Some unbeatable calamity! And you don't even know where your own targets are?!"

He stomped again.

And again.

And again.

Until—

The Scourge stopped moving.

Wei Long exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

"Finally…" He cracked his neck and lifted his foot.

The battlefield was in complete ruins.

The trees had been uprooted.

The ground was scarred beyond recognition.

The sky had long been shrouded in dust and blood.

Wei Long stared down at the motionless Scourge, wondering if this thing would really stay dead this time.

But then—

A thought entered his mind.

He stroked his chin, his tail flicking behind him.

"Hmmm… wait a minute."

His gaze flickered down at the Scourge's massive, but regenerating form.

This thing…

This thing was basically unkillable.

It had unlimited summoned beasts.

It just kept coming back no matter what.

Wei Long's lips curled upward.

"…Ain't this just a walking food truck?"

His stomach rumbled at the thought.

His golden eyes glowed ominously.

"Ohh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah." He grinned, fangs glinting under the dim sky. "You're too valuable to kill."

Wei Long crouched down.

The Scourge, despite being nearly obliterated, instinctively tried to crawl away.

Wei Long grabbed it by the face.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The Scourge shuddered.

"You and me? We're gonna be best friends."

The Scourge let out a choked whimper.

And then—

BAM!

Wei Long punched it again, sending it flying.

The Scourge hit the ground with a sickening thud, its body skidding across the dirt, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken flesh.

Wei Long laughed.

This was perfect.

From now on, whenever he got hungry—

He had an unlimited food source.

He cracked his knuckles and began beating the Scourge again.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

The sound of fists slamming into flesh echoed relentlessly.

The Scourge's whimpers grew weaker and weaker.

At some point, it stopped struggling.

Wei Long eventually slowed his punches, his breathing still steady, his smile still present.

He looked down at the broken creature beneath him.

And then, he sighed.

"You're not gonna run, are you?"

The Scourge let out a weak, pained noise.

Wei Long rolled his eyes.

"Good. Because if I see you pulling that resurrection trick again, I'm just gonna swallow you whole."

The Scourge trembled.

Wei Long smirked.

"Now go. Get outta my sight. But remember—"

His golden eyes flashed.

"If I see you again, I won't be so nice next time."

The Scourge, battered and broken, dragged itself away as fast as it could, its body barely clinging to life.

Wei Long watched it disappear into the distance.

He stretched his dinosaur arms and yawned.

"Well. That was fun."

He patted his still-growling stomach.

"Guess I'll have to snack on something else for now."

He turned around, his grin widening as he felt the lingering traces of Demonic Dao Essence still present in the air.

Looks like his next meal wasn't too far away.