Chapter 1955: Cave Heaven Blessed Land

Fang Canran gave a light cough: "Back then, the relationship between the dragon clan and the Xian Sect wasn't great either."

Weng Xingqi said: "Why?"

"Look around you—what a rich vein of ore this is." Fang Canran said softly, "No ancient text gives a conclusion, but from the clues I've seen, the weather and spiritual energy were already rapidly declining back then. Major sects like Danxia Palace especially struggled to continue. The Azure Dragon clan, however, lived well nearby, occupying this blessed land of a cave heaven, enjoying exclusive beauty. What do you think the Xian Sect felt about that?"

The larger the sect, the harder it is to maintain. The Xian Sect toiled endlessly to gather spiritual energy, while the Azure Dragons lounged on the rich black crystal ore, sleeping soundly. Who could look at this and feel balanced?

Weng Xing thought for a moment and also laughed: "If I were Danxia Palace, I'd have my eyes on the Azure Dragon clan."

"But the Azure Dragon clan isn't stupid either—they protected their dragon palace with layer upon layer of formations and illusions, so outsiders couldn't find its location. Remember, back then this was the deep sea floor, and water is a natural barrier against divine sense probing." Fang Canran pointed to the two immortal corpses, "The Chaohu Yakshas probably aren't skilled at breaking formations—how they managed to break in here is truly a mystery."

He Lingchuan also raised his head to examine: "Why didn't Danxia Palace follow them in and seize the ore vein?"

"Who knows? Perhaps something else happened back then." Fang Canran shrugged, "So much time has passed, records are scarce, and we can't accurately judge the situation back then."

Luo Xie couldn't help but ask: "And what about Chao Hai?"

"Two thousand two hundred years ago, subterranean fire eruptions became even more violent, ultimately causing geological shifts—land rose rapidly, and this sea vanished." Fang Canran shook his head, "As recorded in the 'Hai Hun Tu Pu,' the demon clans tell the story of the Chao Hai Yakshas as a joke—this is a typical example of delusional belief that human power can defy heaven."

Luo Xie said strangely: "But isn't cultivation precisely about using human power to defy heaven?"

"That saying is even more arrogant than the heavenly demons." He Lingchuan and Fang Canran both laughed, "We cultivators seek to act freely without overstepping bounds. 'Not overstepping' means following heavenly principles. The stronger one's cultivation, the more one understands the vastness of heaven and earth, the more one realizes the boundlessness of the dharma sea."

Only someone like this—naive, newly emerged from obscurity, inexperienced in the world—would think heaven is vast, earth is vast, and I am the greatest.

"So even if the Chao Hai Yaksha King obtained the Dragon God's 'Zhenyue,' it would be of no use?"

"This relates both to the power of the subterranean fire and to the era." He Lingchuan scratched his head, "Even if it reclaimed the Dragon God's supreme treasure, back then, no matter how powerful the treasure, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was too weak—it likely couldn't endure long in the subterranean fire. So Brother Fang's argument makes sense: after the Yaksha King entered here and saw the ore vein, he might have wanted to seize the dragon clan's habitat as a new homeland for the Chao Hai Yakshas."

But the Yaksha King ultimately failed, so he's been mocked by the demon clans for over two thousand years.

"If he dared to entertain such a thought, it shows the dragon clan had already begun to decline back then." Otherwise, in ancient times, under the Dragon God's rule, the dragon clan was an object of reverence for all beings—tiny Chao Hai Yakshas would only deserve to crawl, how dare they come here to 'seek' the supreme treasure?

He Lingchuan leapt onto the dragon's body along the stone wall, then walked straight to the dragon's head.

The dragon's back was as wide as a boat, and walking on it actually gave a slight bounce. He Lingchuan drew his Floating Life Blade with a backhand and slashed across the dragon's back.

Ding— it struck the dragon's scale, sending out a few sparks.

But the dragon's skin wasn't broken.

What tough hide—no wonder the Chao Hai Yaksha King used a sharp spear to stab its eyes; other parts must be too hard to pierce.

Fang Canran's hands itched, and he didn't bother with propriety, jumping onto the dragon corpse to poke and prod here and there, sighing continuously:

"Over two thousand years have passed, and the dragon corpse is still this well-preserved?"

Before, when He Lingchuan found the corpse of True Person Minghui in the Underworld King's Tomb, it was also in an isolated underwater location, but True Person Minghui left only bones—nothing like this blue dragon, whose flesh and flesh are plump and full.

If it lay down with eyes closed on the ground, anyone entering would first think it was merely sleeping.

But he soon found several holes on the dragon corpse. The edges of the wounds showed no signs of healing, so these were also injuries sustained in this battle.

Looking at these holes, they were clearly caused by the trident in the Yaksha King's hand.

This shows the trident is absolutely not an ordinary item.

He Lingchuan also looked left and right, because the divine bone necklace had heated up again.

Since leaving the Inverted Sea, it had been silent for several months. He Lingchuan especially understood it—after eating good things in the Inverted Sea, if it weren't picky, that would be strange.

But this dragon corpse is too large—what exactly is the divine bone necklace interested in?

He walked along the dragon's back to the head, and the divine bone necklace suddenly burned him.

Clearly, what it wants to eat is very close.

Ahead of He Lingchuan lay that pair of magnificent dragon horns, each several times thicker than his waist.

But there was a small split on the dragon horn before his eyes—unknown if it was made by the Yaksha King. He Lingchuan bowed to the dragon corpse and said softly: "Sorry for disturbing you, senior—I wish to borrow something from your body for a moment."

After speaking, he broke off a small piece of the dragon horn and brought it close to the divine bone necklace.

No reaction at all.

Even the dragon horn isn't eaten by this guy!

He Lingchuan felt helpless, could only continue searching, while secretly praying it wasn't after the dragon pearl.

Such a huge blue dragon—its dragon pearl wouldn't be easy to open. He still remembers the frustration of drilling into a giant turtle's belly to find the turtle pearl.

But after walking a few more steps, he saw a bulge underfoot, as large as a round table, arched over five feet high.

No mistake, no omission, no error, no missing character, no extra character—everything is correct!

Upon reaching this spot, the divine bone necklace began to burn him again.

What it wants must be the thing inside this bulge?

He Lingchuan drew his Floating Life Blade, channeled power into both arms, and also drew out a bit of primordial force, causing the blade's edge to faintly glow red.

The dragon skin is too thick—he lacks confidence to split it open.

So he changed from slashing to stabbing, and stabbed hard!

The blade struck like hitting tanned leather—tough but not broken.

With the sharpness of the Floating Life Blade, cutting through this dragon corpse that died over two thousand years ago still took three full blows to break through its flesh.

This shows how high the blue dragon's cultivation was in life.

In He Lingchuan's mind, the image of the Chao Hai Yaksha King, who perished alongside it, has grown even taller.

Though mocked by the demon clans, he's certainly not a foolish simpleton.

What foolish simpleton could cultivate to this level?

After the first blow broke the skin, subsequent cutting became relatively easier. He Lingchuan dug and scraped on the dragon's forehead with great effort, finally carving out a—

meat ball?

He pressed it with his hand—it was elastic and solid.

The Soul-Capturing Mirror said strangely: "What is this?"

Fang Canran had been watching the fun nearby, and now he also came up and poked it a few times with his finger. He Lingchuan saw he was equally clueless, so he laughed:

"Brother Fang, you're well-read—don't you know what this is?"

Fang Canran gave him a disdainful glance: "You're not the reincarnation of the Dragon God, are you? Then tell me, what do you call the flesh ball growing on a dragon's head?"