Chapter 556: Relic Spirit
Previously, he had crafted two Essence Relics—the Arcane Wheel and the Doombringer Staff. When he created the Arcane Wheel, he had already made a pact with Anderson, allowing Anderson to become the Relic Spirit of the Arcane Wheel. But the Doombringer Staff was different. During its advancement, a Relic Spirit was born, which was tantamount to creating a life with his own hands—a true sign of stepping into the Creator Realm.
*Footnote: Essence Relic (真灵魔器) is a high-rank magical item, capable of housing a Relic Spirit (魔器化身), an independent consciousness born from the relic.*
Although reaching the Creator Realm was always a matter of time for Leon, the actual moment of crossing that threshold still filled him with excitement.
*Footnote: Creator Realm (造物者境界) is a legendary cultivation stage, sometimes referred to as 'Worldshaper' in ancient texts.*
Suddenly, he recalled that when the Doombringer Staff completed its advancement, there seemed to be the roar of a dragon—a roar that sounded rather immature. The thought made his expression turn odd. Could the Relic Spirit born from the Doombringer Staff really be a dragon?
In the history of Northend, there have been Relic Spirits in the form of dragons, but they were extremely rare—one could probably count them on two hands.
"What the hell is going on..." He immediately tried to communicate with the Relic Spirit inside the Doombringer Staff using his connection to it, but got no response. Instead, the rate at which his mana was being drained accelerated. His face darkened and, without hesitation, he cut off the mana supply.
"Roar..."
Yet, the instant he cut off the mana supply, a childish dragon's cry rang out, brimming with dissatisfaction. A cloud of violet mist surged out from the Doombringer Staff, coalescing into a fierce silhouette. As the mist faded, Leon saw that the Relic Spirit emerging from the staff was a tiny violet dragon—its size utterly insignificant compared to the hatchlings of the Five-Colored Dragons.
Then, a startled exclamation echoed in Leon's mind—it was Anderson's voice. But after that, there was only silence. Leon frowned; for now, he had no time to deal with Anderson and instead focused his attention on the tiny violet dragon before him...
"It's just a hatchling..."