I Can Copy the Talents of All Creatures

’A domain with spatial and hallucinatory properties?’

He stopped in his tracks.

’A Grandmaster, huh... In that case.’

Yan Sea suddenly closed his eyes. Within the lake of his heart, a listless, blood-colored azure dragon looked up at the azure sky, its gaze still wild and untamed.

Yan Sea’s consciousness sank completely into the blood-colored azure dragon.

’Merge with me! This is how it should be. I’ve waited far too long for this day...’

In the outside world, Dust Sacrifice secretly manipulated more black energy arrows to shoot toward Yan Sea, a smug look on his face.

’A mere Gang Qi Martial Artist who doesn’t know his place. Now that you’ve fallen into my Nether Prison, just lie down and die!’

The dense volley of black energy arrows was about to strike when a typhoon of blood-red waves erupted from Yan Sea’s body. A dragon’s roar seemed to echo as the black arrows were scattered in disarray. The blood-red Gang Qi formed a tangible vortex, forcefully tearing a gaping hole a third of the size of the black Nether Prison.

"URK... PTHOO."

Dust Sacrifice coughed up a mouthful of blood in horror.

’What was that...?’

He looked utterly baffled. This was a Grandmaster’s domain. How could a Gang Qi Martial Artist have broken it by sheer force?

’This... It’s not logical.’

Within the blood-red vortex, Yan Sea slowly opened his eyes. They were still blood-red, but his pupils now shone with a brilliant golden light—untamed and ferocious, a perfect mirror of the blood-colored azure dragon’s gaze from the lake of his heart.

"Is this... what it is to be a Grandmaster?"

Yan Sea held out his hands, feeling the overwhelming power coursing through his body.

Dust Sacrifice’s hands trembled uncontrollably as he roared in terror, "How could you have advanced to Grandmaster? How could it be so fast? This is impossible... Impossible!"

Logically, advancing to the Grandmaster realm was one of the most significant events in a Martial Artist’s life. It required choosing an auspicious location, having one’s master and friends stand guard, and slowly communing with the heavens and earth, both internal and external. The process was extremely perilous, involving a trial of the soul, and it took a very long time.

Who the hell becomes a Grandmaster in the blink of an eye? This completely subverted all common sense in the world of martial arts.

Staring at Yan Sea’s terrifying eyes, Dust Sacrifice suddenly turned into a streak of black light and fled. He wished he could sprout a pair of wings to fly even faster.

His heart seethed with regret. He never should have come to this godforsaken place. He was a man who had seen the world; in over a century of being a fugitive, he had seen countless prodigies. Every single one who could defy the common sense of martial arts was a being blessed with great fortune. To make an enemy of someone like that meant you wouldn’t even know how you died.

He hated himself for his poor judgment. His thirst for power had led him to make a foolish decision. No wonder so many things had gone wrong today; nothing was going his way.

The concept of "fortune" had no basis in reality; it was pure superstition. But Dust Sacrifice was a firm believer. Today was simply a day of cataclysmic bad luck.

Yan Sea took a moment to acclimate to his advanced Frenzied Blood Spirit, only to see Dust Sacrifice already reduced to a rice-grain-sized black speck in the distance, fleeing for his life.

"Die!"

"ROAR..."

A blood dragon soared through the sky. Its Scale Armor was distinct, its eyes could melt gold, and its monstrous claws instantly snatched a tattered black shadow, rocketing straight into the heavens.

"BOOM!"

A vast expanse of black mist exploded across the clouds, only to be instantly dispersed by a flash of blood-red light.

The layers of dark clouds were blasted away, revealing a massive hole in the sky. The heavy rain stopped abruptly, and sunlight scattered across the land. The blood dragon vanished in a flash, and there was no trace of Dust Sacrifice to be seen.

Tao Lang was crying his eyes out, choking on sobs, unable to speak. His hands scrambled uselessly to cover the gaping hole in Qiangwei’s chest.

Qiangwei watched as the blood dragon destroyed the black shadow. A pained smile appeared on her pale face. She reached out to caress her brother’s cheek, her eyes filled with infinite tenderness and joy.

"Lang... he’s dead... It’s good that he’s dead..."

"Sis!"

Qiangwei gazed lovingly at the young man dressed in pink. Memories flashed through her mind, finally settling on the image of a six-year-old boy.

"Lang... Sis is so happy... that I could see you one last time..."

"Sis, you’re going to be okay! You have to be okay!"

"You’re a grown-up now... you have to be a man... stand tall and proud..."

"I will, Sis, I promise! Please..."

"Find a good... girl... marry her and have children... If it’s a girl... name her..."

The long-absent sunlight shone on Qiangwei’s youthful face. The life drained from her eyes, their pupils reflecting Tao Lang’s face. Her arm suddenly fell limp.

"Sis..."

Tao Lang held Qiangwei tightly, hysterical, on the verge of a complete breakdown.