Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master novel Chapter 788

After getting back off the ground, Rocky felt an uncontrollable urge to reach out for the dragon shaped jade. As soon as he grasped it, the jade was illuminated in brilliant light. At the same time, he felt a sudden pain in his finger as if he had been pricked by a sharp needle. The resulting drop of blood was absorbed by the jade and soon, its deep crimson color spread all throughout the jade.

Suddenly, a vision appeared within Rocky's mind—the Myriad Spirit Tomb, as eerie as the last time he saw it.

A dignified, robed woman who gave off a noble and sacred aura appeared before him.

"It's... she's wearing… the robe of…a Holy Dragon Empire Witch…" Rocky remembered that this was the exact same attire that Lena had donned before.

'Is she a witch from the Holy Dragon Empire?' he asked himself as he tried to figure out what a witch like her would be doing in the Myriad Spirit Tomb.

Despite the doubt, Rocky continued with the vision. He knew this memory wasn't his, so it had to belong to someone else. But who exactly? He had not yet to figure it out.

The witch knelt down in front of the icy tombstone and began to chant devoutly in a language that, although Rocky could clearly hear, he couldn't understand. After a moment's reflection, it seemed that this witch was chanting the language that Lena had used long ago to chat with the Dragon Master Clan emissary at the Grand Dragon Hall ceremony years ago. It was most likely the language of the spiritual race.

Although Rocky couldn't understand what she had said, he would never forget it.

Once she finished chanting the rite, the witch stood up and gazed at the remains of the spiritual race that were buried all throughout the Myriad Spirit Tomb. In her hands, she carried a square sandalwood box as she made her way towards one side of the tomb. After a few steps, she froze.

Beneath the witch's feet laid the remains of a peculiar looking spiritual race member. Tall and tough-looking, his body was covered in dragon scales and a pair of dragon horns adorned his head. His armor, cracked and broken, was made of an unknown material. He looked like a valiant warrior that no one would dare to challenge unless a great loss was what they wanted.

'Could this man belong to the Dragon Master Clan?' Rocky couldn't help but guess.

The witch then placed the wooden box on the icy ground above the warrior's remains. A golden orange glow began to emanate from it as it passed through the ground and ended up landing on the warrior's chest. It appeared as if she was giving him his thing.

After, the witch raised her head and looked straight into the eyes of the owner of the memory.

"It's Moon Fox which has the first drop of blood. It ranks ninth among all the legendary guardian beasts and has already been reincarnated. It'll be a long time before the beast appears again. I'm guessing it'll be a part of the Wood Clan. I also predict that it will descend into the world with a cursed human individual. Hopefully, I can find the first drop of this divine blood in my lifetime. But if that is not part of my destiny, then I shall use the Dragon Master Clan's holy treasure as a guide for someone who will do so. May whoever comes after me succeed." Upon uttering the last word, she bowed ever so slightly and vanished.