Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The book looked heavy, but he couldn't feel any weight of it at all, lighter than a feather.

'Let's see what this is all about,' he murmured as he tried to open the book. The moment he flipped the pages open, he was astonished to see only the first page could be opened, while the rest was so heavily sticking together that he couldn't even open them slightly.

'So I can only have the first page for now?' he muttered, with some depressed look over his face. He wanted to know everything at once, but it seemed he couldn't do that right now.

"Sigh," helplessly he succumbed to his fate, and started to read the first page. The first page contained some drawings, with little writings. There were three pictures there, a dragon, a monster, and a person in between.

"The dragonair is a person who had the bloodline of a dragon race running through his veins. He used the sacrifice of normal monsters to strengthen this bloodline, reaping more benefits from it. the stronger the monster, the more advanced the bloodline would get. The more monsters to sacrifice, the more purer the bloodline became."

He read these few lines before looking at the three drawings again. He understood what was written here, as the dragon bloodline came to him from Zilia, and he was the person, while that monster resembled the one he just fought before.

He now understood what happened, but he didn't yet figure out what he should do to unlock his powers. The previous battle feeling was still freshly lingering in his mind, with the mighty shape of his body as a dragon haunting his imagination.

He wanted to have this power, but he still didn't have a clue. There was a simple line at the end of the page, which he read with anticipation.

"If you obtained the elder's approval, prove it with your blood."

He read it more than once, and he understood its meaning. He took out his sword, injured his hand with its blade, then let the blood drip over the page.

The page was like a sponge, absorbing the blood with no trace. After a minute, the page shone brightly, this was an obvious indication to stop pouring blood onto it.

The page kept shining for a few minutes until he felt some shock at the book he was holding. Suddenly the page flipped by itself, like there was a hidden hand holding it, and the next page appeared in front of his eyes.

There was another drawing there, a red and black dragon tattoo, with some writings above and under it.

"Take the blood and make the tattoo over your heart place. the tattoo will activate the power hidden inside a dragonair, letting him utilize the power sealed inside his body."

"If you manage to control the power, prove it with your blood."

The instructions were simple, yet he didn't do them at once. a single word attracted his attention, and made him think deeply about this.

'So, my power is sealed within me?' he thought to himself, 'if it's a sealed power, then a tattoo would act as a medium to unseal it. alone I could obtain a considerable amount of energy, but if I used some runes to augment it…' he paused, as he felt some enlightenment regarding this matter.

Sealing and unsealing runes weren't common or easily done for any cultivator, but for him it was a piece of cake. He had enough high grade ore to use them in the unsealing process, but what he was thinking about was another matter.

'What if I used my body as an unsealing rune?' This was what he thought about right now. to use his own body as a rune, he had to use his own blood to write the word, Unseal, on his skin.

He was thinking also to make it like a tattoo, so this would augment the main dragon tattoo in the drawing.

However, he didn't know the real strength of the sealing hidden inside his body. without knowing that, he would be gambling, as if the unsealing rune he made out of his body wasn't strong, the whole process would be in vain.

He thought about it for long hours, before deciding to give it a try. He had already thought of the number of words written on his body, and to be safe he decided to mix his own blood with the blood of the two five horned monsters and that ancient demon he already had.

He spent another hour gathering his own blood in a large bowl. After he finished, he was really exhausted, and so he took another couple of hours to eat meat, regaining his lost energy.

Despite being exhausted, his mind kept thinking about the process. He thought of taking one special elixir of what he already created, but he hesitated, as he didn't know if this would help him or make his condition much worse.

His energy was sealed, so any trial to stimulate it, away from breaking the seal, would be futile. In return, the seal would rebound on him, causing him more injuries, rendering him most tired.

He now understood why he felt this fatigued when he tried to stimulate his strength before. He sighed, as if he took that elixirs he made, the rebound would have been disastrous.

He got lucky this time, and just the thought of this rebound from the seal made his heart shudder in fear.

As he regained his strength partly back, he started to mix the four types of blood, creating a whole new blood, brimming with huge strength.

'It's the best I have right now,' he muttered, before remembering something he totally forgot… the blood of that bronzed giant which he already collected.

He patted himself on the head, as he would have missed this great blood. He hurriedly looked into his ring, to find the blood and that giant's remnants lying there. his previous assumptions were correct, and he luckily had acted simply based on that hunch.

He didn't delay and took out enough amount of that blood. The moment he poured it onto the mix he had, a sizzling sound erupted, and he felt a strange feeling coming from that new mix, a sense of danger.

'Really?!' he smirked, as this blood of the giant seemed to still have a will of its own, 'let's see how you will do in front of this,' he touched the bowel of blood to make it all be absorbed into his ring, appearing just above the icy heavenly treasure.

'be cleansed and cleared,' he didn't delay and controlled the blood to fall over the treasure. Another sizzling occurred, and this time that dangerous feeling dissipated, along with a huge bronze cloud of smoke.