Chapter 4911 — The Wraith's Primordial Spirit
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
"Uh…" Wei Zhao was struck dumb for a moment, but he quickly grasped what the ghostly thing meant and asked in astonishment: "Senior, you're saying—?"
"The primordial spirit! We may not be inside the body of a living creature like at Half-Moon Lake, but we are inside an enormous primordial spirit—that is the only way to explain all of this." The ghostly thing's tone was utterly certain.
"That makes sense!" Wei Zhao nodded emphatically. First the ghostly thing's spiritual sense failing, then the powerful resentment pressing in from every direction—put those two conditions together, and this seemed the only explanation. But a moment later he was puzzled again: "Then what sort of thing could have a primordial spirit this vast? One that can shroud the entire City of Thunder Burials?"
Though Wei Zhao knew little about primordial spirits, he understood some basic common sense—for instance, that a primordial spirit generally retains the appearance of its original body; even if not, it would at most condense into a ball of ghostly mist like the ghostly thing. It wasn't impossible for one to scatter in all directions like this, but wouldn't that only heighten the risk of the primordial spirit being utterly annihilated?
After all, a primordial spirit was a thing that could not easily exist out of thin air. Even the ghostly thing, a former Azure Dragon, had once been on the verge of drying up entirely; stripped of the support of flesh and blood, it was like a tree without roots or water without a source, destined only to dissipate bit by bit. And an enlarged primordial spirit would clearly only hasten that process!
"What is there the most of in this place?" the ghostly thing asked in return.
"Since this is the City of Thunder Burials, then naturally the most plentiful are dead lightning-attribute spirit beasts…" Here Wei Zhao's heart suddenly stirred: "Senior, you mean this primordial spirit is made of dead lightning-attribute spirit beasts?"
"Precisely. And from the look of it, it's not just one or two—it's a bizarre entity formed from the primordial spirits of countless lightning-attribute spirit beasts. This is a wraith's primordial spirit!" the ghostly thing declared with certainty.
"A wraith's primordial spirit?!" Wei Zhao was seized with horror. An evil primordial spirit formed from the death-resentment of countless lightning-attribute spirit beasts—the mere thought of such a thing made his scalp crawl.
"Mm, that's the only explanation. Perhaps at first it was merely the primordial spirit of some single lightning-attribute spirit beast, but that alone could not sustain it for long, so it had no choice but to devour the primordial spirits of other lightning-attribute spirit beasts, evolving and growing ever stronger, until it became the monstrosity it is today. It really is a monster." The ghostly thing sighed in wonder.
"But if it's only a wraith's primordial spirit, why can it strike me with lightning?" Wei Zhao could not help asking. By all reason, a primordial spirit had no means beyond spiritual sense—it could not employ any other offensive or defensive martial arts, and lightning was naturally no exception.
"I was puzzling over that very question at first, which is why I never considered this possibility. But just now it struck me—if it can find a temporary host, then even a wraith's primordial spirit can indirectly wield the abilities the host possessed in life. Any lightning-attribute spirit beast corpse lying around here would let it command the power of lightning!" said the ghostly thing.
"So that's it!" Wei Zhao finally understood. After a brief daze, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked with a strange expression: "Then if I die, Senior, would you do the same thing?"
"Guess!" The ghostly thing chuckled, refusing outright to answer directly.