Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign!-Chapter 47

As if responding to his surreal cry of confusion, a sharp, shrill caw shattered the thick air. It was so loud it shook the mountain he stood on. Even the popcorn-like glitter drifting in the sky froze for a heartbeat before flapping wildly in panic.

The glittering river below bulged as a large mound of flesh began to rise from its surface, but Oliver didn't stay to look. He turned and ran—or rather, hopped away, given his strange body. As he lifted his shells and bounded toward the outer edges of the mountain to hide from whatever horror was emerging, another deafening caw rang out. His strength gave out completely, and he collapsed to the ground.

A massive shadow loomed over him. The flapping of monstrous wings sent glitter spiraling through the air. With what little strength he had, Oliver twisted his head to look—and recoiled in horror. Something ugly—no, something hideous—was diving toward him from above. Its wings were too thin, too long, flapping like broken banners, shedding glittering rags instead of feathers. Its beak was jagged and crooked like a snapped knife, and its black eyes gleamed with oily, predatory malice.

Its beak opened wide, and Oliver could feel its intent: hunger. It wanted to devour him alive. Worse, whatever screech it had unleashed before seemed to paralyze his body, leaving him helpless.

Time seemed to slow. RUN!

His legs twitched. His muscles screamed. Flowing River Steps ignited beneath his feet—Qi flooding into his calves and ankles—and he shot off on all fours, hurtling down the hillside with reckless speed.

But the creature was no slower. Another caw split the air, sending a vicious ripple through his body. He stumbled, tumbling over himself as the monster dove toward him. Its jagged beak stabbed downward—but he dodged at the last moment, springing onto its beak, using it like a ramp to run upward toward its eye.

The moment he reached its eye, Oliver tried to conjure a sacred sword—but failed. His empty dantian didn't respond. The bird didn't take kindly to him using its face as a ramp either. With a furious toss of its head, Oliver was nearly thrown off, only managing to grab onto its eyelid at the last second. It tossed him around like a rag doll, whipping its head back and forth violently.

The world spun. His brain rattled in his skull, disorienting him.

Fuck, he cursed, then without thinking, he opened his mouth and bit down onto the creature's eyelid.

The monster let out an ear-splitting screech, its eye turning blood-red with rage. No longer trying to fling him off, it instead hurled its head high into the air—intent on slamming it down and crushing him like a bug.

Wind screamed at Oliver's back as he hurtled toward the ground. At the last second, he pulled himself up, using the eyelid as a foothold. Flowing River Steps ignited again, surging Qi into his legs—and he blasted upward, riding the bird's neck as it slammed its head into the hillside with a thunderous crash.

"Hahaha! Fuck you, bitch!" Oliver taunted, eyes gleaming with wild mischief.

He ran down the middle of its neck and bit down again. His teeth sank deep into the creature's flesh, tearing into it. Another screech tore from the monster's throat as it flailed and thrashed its neck wildly, desperately trying to throw off the maddening pest it had encountered.

Oliver began to burrow into its neck with his teeth, though he was almost thrown off a few times—forced to let go and clamp back down again. Blood gushed onto his snow-white fur, staining his face red.

Let's see how you like being eaten alive, he thought viciously, digging deeper through its skin until he reached the neck muscles—and began tearing through those as well.

It tasted vile, the flesh gritty with glitter woven through it, as if the creature was trying to disguise its filth with a layer of false beauty. But Oliver bore through the revulsion, consuming its flesh without mercy.

With a screech, the monster flapped its wings violently and shot into the sky, ignoring the agony in its neck. It climbed higher and higher—then abruptly stopped flapping and dropped, letting gravity drag it down.

Oliver moved to run along its neck, aiming to stay on top—but a sharp, ripping caw froze his body. Paralyzed, he clung helplessly as the creature fell back-first toward the hill.

When he could move again, it was too late. There was no foothold left, nothing he could push off from. If he let go, he'd still be falling.

Fuck.

Gritting his teeth, he bit down even harder and tensed his legs. He tried to summon the Ten Sacred Swords Technique—but his dantian only churned uselessly, completely empty.

Yet when he activated Flowing River Steps, he could feel it working.

What's going on?! he thought, panic flashing through him—but there was no time to figure it out. The ground was rushing up fast.

He twisted his legs sideways. His muscles bulged, and his Qi pathways felt jagged and rough.

Yin-Devouring Yang Beast Technique! he roared internally.

Yang energy surged to life—and instead of drawing from his empty dantian, it devoured something else, something stranger.

It didn't feel like Qi, but Oliver didn't care. He jumped, teeth still locked in the creature's neck.

The monster shrieked as a huge ribbon of its flesh peeled away, Oliver ripping it loose with his leap.

His eyes turned deadly, muscles bulging even further as he flipped through the air.

"First Yang Beast Technique!" his voice rang out like thunder, his body suddenly emitting a searing orange glow as he spun faster and faster—until he turned into a floating blade of heat.

And he was still accelerating.

He controlled his spinning by manipulating the explosive Yang energy raging within his body.

The bird, seeing he was off its body, tried to flap its wings and counterattack—

But...

"Roaring Elephant Veins!!!" Oliver roared.

At his shout, thick veins bulged across his limbs, flooding with raw Yang energy. Then—

BOOM!

He stopped spinning midair and kicked out with such force that an explosion echoed outward, twisting his body into an axe-kick.

His snow-white fur flashed crimson, glowing with heat as he plummeted downward, twisting for more momentum.

The outline of a roaring elephant loomed behind Oliver—and then he struck.

His heel, burning crimson, smashed into the creature's neck like a meteor falling from the heavens.

CRACK!

A deep, sickening sound rang out as the bird's spine buckled under the impact. Its glittering feathers exploded outward in a shockwave of feathers and glitter.

The monster let out a mangled screech, its wings spasming uncontrollably. the creature smashed into the hillside with a thunderous crash, black and purple dust erupting into the air like a volcanic explosion. It's massive body gouging trenches in the dirt.

Oliver panted, His fur steamed, tiny wisps of smoke curling from his limbs. As he kept himself mid air by kicking, every muscle in his body screamed, but his eyes were bright—wild, laughing.

"What's wrong, ugly? Not feeling so proud anymore?" he taunted, spitting a mouthful of blood from his lips.

The bird, enraged beyond reason, tried to rise. Its broken neck twitched violently, its wings flapped in fits and starts—but it was clear: it couldn't lift off.

It was trapped on the ground.

Oliver grinned viciously.

He could feel it—the pounding of blood in his ears, the surging heat under his skin. His body was already at its limit, but he gritted his teeth and roared inwardly, Not yet!

Force it higher!

He clenched every muscle in his body, veins bulging grotesquely across his limbs as he forced his blood pressure to spike. His skin flushed a deeper shade of crimson, almost glowing from the inside out.

"Second Yang Beast Technique..." he growled, his voice vibrating with power. "Twin Elephant Veins!!!"

BOOM!

His body bulked up grotesquely, muscle swelling unnaturally. His once sleek form turned monstrous—like a war beast clothed in rabbit fur. The air around him twisted from the heat pouring off his body.

Without hesitation, Oliver kicked off the air once more—BOOOOOOOOOOM!

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This time, the sound that followed wasn't a simple explosion.

It was a deep, earth-shaking trumpet, like the bellow of an ancient elephant god raging across the mountains.

The shockwave ripped apart the clouds above as Oliver dove headfirst, arms tucked, a crimson comet tearing through the sky.

As he plunged downward, two colossal shapes formed above him—elephants of fire and light, almost solid. One raised its trunk high and trumpeted so fiercely that the hill quaked.

The other lowered its head, eyes glinting with pure, murderous intent.

The broken bird, still struggling to rise, lifted its crooked beak just in time to see its doom descending.

Oliver's body collided with the monster's chest like a divine weapon unleashed.

CRACK—THOOM!

The hillside shattered from the force, glitter, dirt, and blood bursting upward in a geyser.

The two flaming elephants above let out twin roars—one of triumph, the other of death—as they crashed down after him, merging with the point of impact and driving the mangled creature even deeper into the broken mountain.

A crater formed, smoke and dust spiraling up into the sky.

For a long breath, there was only silence.

Then—

From the center of the ruin, Oliver stood, chest heaving, blood dripping from his mouth and nose, his fur stained crimson and black.

One of his ears twitched.

He wiped his mouth, grinning through the blood. "That enough for you, ugly?"

At his feet, the glittering abomination gave a final twitch—and then lay still.

Oliver stood atop the creature's ruined corpse, his chest rising and falling like a bellows. His muscles, still grotesquely swollen from the Twin Elephant Veins technique, began to twitch and seize. His vision blurred at the edges, and the world around him spun.

Shit... he thought, trying to steady himself.

The Yang energy within him raged, untamed. His blood felt like molten metal in his veins, scalding every inch of his body. He stumbled forward a step, his foot sinking into the monster's ruined flesh. His heartbeat was deafening—BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM—each thud shaking his balance.

Suddenly, he dropped to one knee, gripping his chest.

Inside his body, something was changing.

The reckless way he'd pushed his Yang energy—forcing it to swell unnaturally, burning through his own flesh and bones—had awakened something deeper. Something primal. His dantian, empty and starved before, now gorged on a new kind of power.

Not pure Qi.

Not the neat, orderly streams he remembered.

This was wild. Violent. Untamed Yang essence.

It crackled through him like an electric storm, threatening to tear him apart from the inside out. His veins bulged and writhed under his skin as if alive.

Oliver gritted his teeth so hard they almost cracked. Hold it together... hold it...!

The remnants of the two colossal elephant phantoms still hovered faintly above the crater, as if marking him, claiming him.

And then—

CRACK!

A sound like a chain snapping echoed inside him.

Oliver gasped—and the wild Yang energy sank into him, not destroying, but settling. His monstrous bulk shrank slightly, his fur returning closer to its normal size, but his aura didn't dim.

No, it deepened—becoming heavier, denser.

It was as if a hidden gate inside him had been forced open.

He staggered to his feet, wiping blood from his nose again, and laughed hoarsely.

"Hah... hahahaha..." Oliver wheezed, wiping blood from his chin as he stared down at the cratered corpse. "Guess fighting your ugly ass was just what I needed to tear through my limits."

He raised his hand.

A faint, molten-orange mist coiled around his fingers—raw Yang essence.

Oliver's bloody grin widened.

I can fight even without Qi in my dantian... he thought, heart pounding.

Will I be able to keep this strength when I wake up?

The thought sent a wild thrill through his battered body.

Behind him, the ruined hillside smoked, and the air shimmered with leftover heat.

The twin phantoms of the elephants gave one final trumpet—one of pride—and then faded completely, leaving only Oliver standing victorious in the ruins.

The broken world around him was silent.

For now.

But somewhere beyond the hills, something had noticed the clash of powers.

Something ancient.

Something hungry.

And it was coming.