Chapter 279: Divine Infant-Level Painter

At this very moment, the second painter in hundreds of thousands of years to truly bring a dragon to life through their art was born. Who could have imagined that this astonishing masterpiece would be completed by a mere teenage girl?

"Hahaha! It worked, Boss! This little girl truly didn't disappoint us!"

The dragon soul soared into the sky. To everyone's astonishment, it was a perfect giant dragon soul, completely devoid of any elemental attributes! It's important to note that an attribute-less dragon soul is far rarer than one with attributes, especially compared to the battle souls conjured by painters. Being attribute-less means it has no weaknesses and possesses half the combat power of a complete, pure giant dragon soul. When confronting creatures of its kind, like the bone dragon, the inherent power of an attribute-less dragon battle soul can be amplified.

This ensured Tuan Tuan's temporary safety from mortal danger. The dragon soul perfectly enveloped Tuan Tuan's body, shielding her from the bone dragon's Bone Domain and temporarily lifting her out of harm's way.

"What! It's attribute-less? Damn it, this perfectly counters my domain! Little girl, you've impressed me once again. What a pity, though, your cultivation foundation is still too shallow. If you could cultivate to the Tribulation Realm, using the Way of Heaven and Earth to enhance your battle soul's abilities, and conjure two or three giant dragons at once, then hardly anyone in this world would be your opponent."

The bone dragon smiled sinisterly. While its domain was rendered useless, its raw combat power was far superior to the conjured battle soul.

*Boom!*

The clash of pure soul power inflicted a massive impact on the attribute-less dragon battle soul. After all, the opponent was a true dragon soul, forged from the essence of a dragon's bloodline. The conjured battle soul, however, was merely formed from pure spiritual energy. The difference between them was fundamentally insurmountable.

After several direct confrontations, the dragon battle soul was covered in wounds, its fractured parts rapidly decaying due to spiritual energy loss. Soon, it would dissipate.

"Hurry, leave! I'll hold it back!"

The battle soul suddenly spoke, shocking Xu Yang and the others once more.

"My goodness! This conjured dragon soul actually possesses its own consciousness? Is this even real?"

The Sword Soul laughed heartily. "It seems this is the power of the brush the little girl acquired. If I'm not mistaken, its former owner must have been the Painting Immortal, renowned across the continent hundreds of thousands of years ago! The little girl has inherited the Painting Immortal's legacy; her future is boundless! Kid, you should well understand the role of a top painter in battle. I dare say that in the future, if you wish it, the entire Three Thousand Dao States will be your dominion, Xu Yang!"

Xu Yang calmly shook his head. "I've told you, she's my sister, not a tool for my ambitions. As long as she's happy, I'll do anything. If she doesn't want to, I will never force her."

Hearing these words, the Sword Soul was deeply moved. It was the first time he had sensed Xu Yang's profound loyalty and affection. To be followed by such a master was truly the Sword Soul's good fortune. He secretly vowed to use the power of his Sky Sword to lead Xu Yang to an unprecedented realm and fulfill the unfulfilled wishes of the previous Sword Master.

*Boom!*

The dragon soul shattered completely. Little Tuan Tuan desperately ran backward, while the bone dragon let out a roar, seemingly savoring the pleasure of tearing apart the dragon battle soul before beginning a cat-and-mouse game.

The end of the abyss was before her. Little Tuan Tuan hesitated, glancing back at the bone dragon, then finally gritted her teeth and leaped into the chasm. Little did she know that just as she made the leap, a warm, large hand enveloped her in an embrace.

"Brother!"

When Xu Yang's seemingly aloof figure appeared before her, his familiar aura instantly relieved all the pressure Little Tuan Tuan had been feeling. It seemed that only in this man's embrace could Little Tuan Tuan truly feel the boundless brilliance and meaning that life bestowed upon her.

"You dare to lay a hand on my sister, old geezer? Have you forgotten how you died last time?"

Xu Yang's cold voice echoed. Behind him, the Sky Sword floated in the air, like a demon king wielding his blade, coldly gazing at the bone dragon from the void.

"What! I didn't expect you to be her brother? Damn it, I've run into you again, you cursed jinx!"

Xu Yang sneered, "If I could trample you once, I can certainly do it again. But what I'm curious about is, how did you revive?"

"Heh heh, you'll never know the answer, kid. Your arrival will plunge the entire Tomb of the Buried Cultivators into catastrophe, but it has also granted all the souls who perished here a chance at rebirth. Frankly, I should be thanking you instead."

"What did you say? All the departed souls have revived? How is that possible!"

The Sword Soul couldn't help but exclaim, his voice only audible to himself, Xu Yang, and the bone dragon.

"I'm not clear on the specifics, but this is the truth. It must be that some peerless figure who also entered the Tomb of the Buried Cultivators awakened to a higher realm, causing such a change. In any case, you're on your own!"

The bone dragon feigned an attack, suddenly transforming into a grayish-white mist and cunningly executing a strategic retreat. Clearly, the old geezer knew he stood no chance against Xu Yang and the Sky Sword Soul, so he decisively fled.

"Judging by its behavior, it must have truly achieved the revival of the departed souls. How is that possible? I've never heard of such miraculous power on this continent! Do you think it might be related to Mount Qilin?"

The Sword Soul snorted with a laugh. "Then you're overthinking it. Mount Qilin is the domain of divine legacy. The true divine realm would never easily interfere in the mundane affairs of the continent, unless it's to occasionally unleash a catastrophe, like the Dragon Clan, to suppress the strongest human cultivators. They wouldn't get involved in such chaotic matters."

This left Xu Yang even more perplexed. If Tuoba Hong were still alive, Xu Yang wouldn't be surprised by anything the boy did. But now that he had been completely eliminated, the occurrence of such bizarre events within the Tomb of the Buried Cultivators suggested that things were far from simple.

"Brother, have you and Long Kun also encountered this situation?"

Xu Yang nodded gently. "There's no time to explain more. I suspect the others have also encountered sudden attacks from departed souls. We must act immediately!"

Immediately afterward, Xu Yang, accompanied by Long Kun and Little Tuan Tuan, successively rescued the Five Little Flowers of Cold Moon and Ling Qingshu, both of whom were relatively weaker in strength. Ling Qingshu, fortunately, was facing beast souls. While these souls were not weak, Ling Qingshu's own strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and with the blessing of the ancient treasure she had chosen, her combat ability was quite formidable.