Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1188

Chapter 1188: Sacred (1)

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[Hollow Wing (???) (Sacred Mount)]

[Level: 1]

[Attribute: Hollow]

[+100% ALL Stats]

[Limit: XXX]

[Talents: LOCKED]

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The roar that filled the skies was hard to describe. It felt like it was echoing from another dimension, so layered and complex that it wasn’t just the wind whistling by, but space trembling and time bending around it.

It felt like a cross between the bellow of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, carrying undertones that thrummed like the currents of a storm, and the high-pitched whistle of slicing blades of wind.

Streaks of silvery black and transparent greys filled the skies as a long body flashed into existence for just the briefest of moments.

And then Sylas finally saw its body.

Given its presence, the creature almost seemed small. Its body was ten meters from the tip of its snout to its snaking tail. There were four limbs on its long body, and there was no easy transition between where its body ended and where its tail began, as though it was an eastern dragon of myths and legends.

And yet completely unlike that.

It had four pairs of wings, their skeletal structures outlined in bones as black as night, while the mesh that connected them was so transparent it looked as though a dragonfly had been expanded hundreds of times over.

Their silky beauty twinkled beneath rays of light, the clouds of grey that surrounded the ankles of its limbs only adding to its mystery.

The tip of its tail fanned out in the gorgeous plumes of a peacock, but they carried none of the majestic colors. Maintaining the same echoes of black, grey, and white, they were only accented by eyes so crimson they looked as though they were dripping with blood.

And then there was its head. There was a slight curve to its snout that made it look somewhat like a beak, and yet the rest of its head made it look like the most gorgeous of snakes... or was it also a dragon?

Everything about the creature felt like it came not from reality, but from some mythical tale of a world long since forgotten. Even its scales—sometimes a luminescent white, and at other times an almost ghostly cream color—didn’t quite feel real at all.

This was the creature Sylas was looking for all the while. But at that moment, as it turned its ruby eyes to him, its maw opening to release that hollow cry once again, it looked as though it wanted to shred him to pieces.

"Silence."

Sylas didn’t speak very loudly, but at that moment, the accumulating momentum of the creature’s cry shattered. The framework of space crumbled and shards of Glass seemed to fall from the air...

And then the Hollow Wing crumbled, falling from above as though a palm had slapped down onto it.

The Beast Totem rumbled to Sylas’ back, crushing the Will of the creature until it couldn’t even raise its head.

BOOM!

It slammed into the ground, its snout landing barely half a meter from Sylas’ feet.

What rags remained of Sylas’ clothing were almost blown off his body, the heft of the creature far greater than its size seemed to suggest.

And then there was its breath. It felt like a ghostly energy was eating into Sylas, the scent of death coming so fiercely from the Sacred Beast that it felt as though its exhale alone could burn someone to ash—not with flames, but with Laws of death and rot alone.

’How fascinating.’

’Hollow affinity...’