Chapter 1832: Subduing the Black Water Flood Dragon, Departing the Blackwater Dragon Palace Cavern Realm

"Kid, why don't we retreat first and discuss later?" Heishanyang wanted to run; having this feeling meant this place was very dangerous. Perhaps the True Dragon ahead was playing dead, then after they let their guard down, it would eat them directly.

This kind of thing isn't unheard of; Heishanyang often sees it, and he himself often does it. This tactic is completely normal—any old immortal will use it to trick the younger generation, simply because they're easy to fool, the cost is low, and the success rate is very high.

Young people are prone to getting carried away and overconfident, thinking they are the chosen ones and that all good things will come to them; in the end they become fodder and die young.

Otherwise, why do so many talents never see a few people stand out? Young talents want to stand out, but it's extremely hard. Many talents from small clans, lacking a Daoist protector, cannot advance to the next step; the same goes for many talents from great clans. This world is filled with danger everywhere.

"I think it's fine." Qinglong Daoren didn't insist; continuing like this, they might die here. He wasn't afraid, but he didn't want the body he'd painstakingly cultivated to vanish, nor did he wish to die here.

"Then let's go." Heishanyang and Qinglong Daoren exchanged a glance; neither spoke nor made much movement—a single glance was enough. The man and the goat slowly backed away, distancing themselves from the True Dragon's corpse.

The True Dragon's corpse showed no movement; it seemed truly dead, yet it seemed aware of their actions. After they retreated ten meters, the Dragon Might weakened, and the pressure on them lessened considerably. Qinglong Daoren narrowed his eyes, staring at the True Dragon's corpse, and an impulse rose in his heart: to obtain it, seize its True Dragon bloodline, and then enhance his own Azure Dragon Bloodline.

Let his Azure Dragon Bloodline return to its ancestors, restoring the former glory of the Azure Dragon Clan, rather than ending up as an exterminated existence. As soon as this thought arose, Qinglong Daoren instantly sobered; the Nine-Grade Farm trembled slightly, emitting a cool, clear aura that instantly cleared his soul.

Qinglong Daoren's face involuntarily changed; he immediately became wary of the True Dragon's corpse and of the black mist permeating the Blackwater Dragon Palace—black mist everywhere, drifting about, impossible to avoid absorbing.

"Kid, what's wrong with you just now?" Heishanyang noticed Qinglong Daoren's oddness and immediately asked.

"Nothing much, I just lost my senses." Qinglong Daoren's face grew solemn as he stared at the True Dragon's corpse, while also resisting the black mist entering his body, preventing it from affecting his soul. If the Nine-Grade Farm hadn't trembled to remind him, he might have been deluded.

Being of the same dragon bloodline, they are mutually attracted, yet at the same time they are enemies.

"Kid, be careful—the Blackwater Dragon Palace is sinister; don't fall for its tricks." Heishanyang warned.

"Let's hurry and leave; this place is not suitable for lingering."

"Hmm."

The man and the goat decided, quickly turning around, not wanting to stay nor become one of the corpses here.

They swiftly broke the Formation of the Blackwater Dragon Palace, stepped outside, and as soon as they did, a black sphere shot out, attacking them; a huge figure lunged forward—the Black Water Flood Dragon opened its blood‑filled maw, trying to swallow them.

Diewumeng struck, pressing her palm against the Black Water Flood Dragon's back.

Hum.

Roar.

The injured Black Water Flood Dragon swung its tail, trying to swat Diewumeng away, but her figure vanished instantly; the dragon's strike missed, while Heishanyang and Qinglong Daoren below reacted and disappeared from sight.

The huge black sphere struck the Formation of the Blackwater Dragon Palace; the Formation dented, looking like it would collapse, but it held, rebounded, and hit the Black Water Flood Dragon squarely.

Roar.

Black water flooded its entire body; the massive form of the Black Water Flood Dragon instantly became riddled with holes, as if something had pierced through it. Its dragon blood kept dripping, its black body and red blood—when the blood touched the ground, it made a sizzling sound.

"You deserve to die." the Black Water Flood Dragon roared.

Diewumeng and Qinglong Daoren met; Qinglong Daoren nodded at her: "Let's go—this place is very dangerous."

Okay.

She didn't press further; since Qinglong Daoren and Heishanyang had chosen to come out, it showed that what lay inside was not simple. This time they hadn't succeeded—they might need several more attempts—but she wasn't discouraged at all.

Go.

Okay.

Heishanyang opened his mouth and swallowed them both in one gulp, then his body vanished from the spot.

That move was too fast—Heishanyang's escape technique was also too fast.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Black Water Flood Dragon's attack came, but still missed.

He gained nothing, instead wounding himself all over; his wounds were rapidly healing. The Black Water Flood Dragon watched them leave, having exited this cavern realm—he could not pursue them nor kill them, for they came and went swiftly.

The Black Water Flood Dragon clearly realized this place had been exposed, but they could not leave nor relocate.

"Damn it, those bastards deserve to die."

"This place has been discovered; the Lord will soon be found out as well, and the Myriad Demon Hall likely will act too—they never give up, wanting to put the Lord to death."

"After all these years, are we still going to be discovered?"

The Black Water Flood Dragon was furious, wanting to kill those people to prevent this place from being exposed.

But he knows it's unlikely; those people run too fast, their divine abilities are strange—each stranger than the last. That they dared to intrude into the Blackwater Dragon Palace clearly indicates something is wrong.

"Huff, huff, huff—those two entered and didn't die; they're not simple. That black goat must be a member of the Taotie Clan—how could members of that clan appear in Cangzhou, and here of all places?"

"No mistake—the aura and bloodline on this monster are correct; it's a pureblood Taotie Clan."

"The Taotie Clan's Mountains and Rivers Escape Technique and Devouring Divine Ability can be cultivated only by pureblood members of the Taotie Clan."

"And that little butterfly, full of strange divine abilities, while that dragon has remained inactive—those three seem to be taking him as their leader."

The Black Water Flood Dragon shifted into human form, full of reluctance, unwilling to just let them go.

"I hope these people don't expose this place; they probably won't."

"Inside the Blackwater Dragon Palace lies a True Dragon's corpse—something they're interested in; they won't let others know, and they surely want to monopolize it."

"That's better; next time I will definitely kill them."

"Inside the Blackwater Dragon Palace, or perhaps…"

He turned back, glanced at the Blackwater Dragon Palace, did nothing, just took a look.

One glance was enough; no need for more words.