Chapter 240: At the Bottom of the Xuanwu Jiang, Strange Thread-Worm Creatures

Several days later, by the Xuanwu Jiang, Qin Jiang stood on a reef, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Looking at the Xuanwu Jiang, though it was called a river, because its width was immense, it looked much like the sea.

This Xuanwu Jiang was very mysterious, covered by a strange power that isolated his perception.

These past few days he had also fished from time to time, but they were all just river fish; there were no ancient artifacts he wanted.

Compared to Wang Shu, his technique was still far inferior.

Putting away the fishing rod, he decided to go down and take a look himself; fishing like this was too inefficient.

Looking at the panel, the total number of Potential Points had already exceeded fifty thousand.

These days he had asked the Lingxuan Shengzhu to collect antiques and old objects; with a Holy Land Master speaking personally, the efficiency was quite high.

However, the Lingxuan Immortal City was still too large; in a few days, they had only collected less than half the amount.

Overall, the total number of Potential Points within the Lingxuan Immortal City was around one hundred thousand.

Of course, this was also because the Lingxuan Immortal City was considered one of the oldest Immortal Cities, which was why it had so many Potential Points.

Other ordinary Immortal Cities, like the Changsheng Immortal City, did not have such a deep foundation.

However, averaged out, one Immortal City was roughly around eighty thousand, and all the Immortal Cities added together would be nearly six million.

If one added the Shencheng of various sects, the total number should exceed ten million.

After collecting the Potential Points here at the Lingxuan Immortal City, he would head to that Jiuyao Xianwang Yiji.

At that time, he would pay a visit to the Linglong Daotu to collect some Potential Points, and then he would head to the Dizu Dynasty to borrow the Immortal King Scripture.

He wondered how this Immortal King Scripture compared to the Dao Te Ching from his previous life.

Without thinking further, he leaped down and plunged into the water with a splash.

"Damn! Someone jumped into the river!"

"Quick! Quick! The image-recording stone! The image-recording stone! This is going to make the headlines!"

In the Xuanwu Jiang, Qin Jiang's figure sank; after descending about one hundred meters, the surrounding fish gradually grew from less than one meter to nearly three to five meters, and they gradually began to show carnivorous characteristics.

When he dived to about seven hundred meters, sunlight could barely reach down, and giant carnivorous fish nearly thirty meters long were swimming around.

But strangely, although their bodies were huge, exceeding some Demon King levels, they had no intelligence to speak of.

Moreover, in terms of strength, they were far inferior to Demon Kings, and were not even as strong as some herbivorous Great Demons.

However, he also discovered that although the forms of these strange fish were bizarre and varied.

They all had the same characteristic: a piece of red scale armor grew in the center of their foreheads, and from the center of the scale armor grew a red thread that kept twisting its body.

This reminded him of those Skull Insect in the Jiuyao Xianwang Yiji, which also grew the same red thread-like insects.

No, they could not be called insects; these red threads were not living organisms, but a part of these strange fish.

Hesitating for a moment, he grabbed several thousand strange fish, compressed them, and put them into the different space.

The surrounding water area was emptied, and he continued to dive downward.

Descending nearly another three thousand meters, the surroundings were deathly silent and pitch black; occasionally, giant snake-like creatures swam past in the darkness, their bodies likely over one hundred meters long.

With a casual grab, Space Power surged, compressing a strange snake to the size of an earthworm.

Unsurprisingly, the forehead of this strange snake also had a red thread, twisting unconsciously.

It was hard to imagine that a great river within an Immortal City would have such a deep riverbed.

And it was home to all kinds of strange, irrational creatures.

And the most wonderful thing was that there was actually a natural array at the bottom of the water, which even an ordinary Array Dao Sect Saint might not be able to see through. If not for the fact that he possessed power comparable to a True Immortal level, he probably would have found it difficult to penetrate this water area.

Suddenly, his gaze looked toward a certain place below, where a faint light glowed with a slight fluorescent blue.

Diving toward the location of the light, it did not take long for him to see the appearance of the light source.

It was an underwater altar, covered by a blue light that isolated the river water.

Continuing to descend, just as he was about to arrive, the surrounding river water suddenly surged, and a bloody mouth lunged at him.

The sharp teeth were like bone needles the thickness of fingers, dense and pale, and the scarlet forked tongue looked somewhat bewitching under the illumination of the blue light.

The next moment, Qin Jiang raised his hand and clenched his fist slightly, and the terrifying monster was compressed to the size of an earthworm.

It was a flood dragon born with a pair of dragon horns; the red thread on its forehead twisted, and all the black scales had red fine-line patterns, looking at a glance like a small snake entangled by a red silk net.

Qin Jiang looked at the flood dragon in his hand; its body size exceeded one thousand meters, and its aura was very strong, almost reaching the level of a mid-stage True Immortal.

Its body size corresponded to its strength, far from comparable to those strange fish and snakes in the upper water layers.

He stared at those threads, which were pulsing as if they were living things, and did not seem to be one with the flood dragon.

After careful investigation, he discovered that these red threads were not just covering the surface; even inside the flood dragon's body there were dense red threads, and its brain was completely wrapped by red threads.

This was simply a corpse controlled by red threads.

No, calling it a corpse was not accurate; this flood dragon still maintained all the characteristics of a living thing, and even its physical instincts still existed, it had only lost the consciousness to recognize itself.

From an animal perspective, it was still alive.

But this was precisely what was most puzzling; calling it control was not quite right, as this flood dragon was acting on instinct.

But calling it symbiosis was clearly not the case either; these red threads suppressed the Immortal consciousness that the flood dragon should have developed.

After pondering for a moment, he put the flood dragon away and entered the fluorescent blue light shield.

Landing on the altar, he looked at the statue on the altar, which was about ten meters high; it was a humanoid statue, holding a tortoise shell in its left hand and a snake coiled around its right arm.

Walking up to it, he placed his right hand on it, and a cold air current surged into his body, while the altar also began to tremble violently.

He ignored it and released his power to forcibly suppress the altar, until after a few breaths he withdrew his hand, and the altar stopped vibrating.

Looking at the panel, 【Potential Points: 92520.6】

It had increased by nearly forty thousand Potential Points; he did not know what this altar was used for in ancient times, or what the identity of this statue was.

"Swish!"

A green light flashed, and a figure appeared in front of the altar, hand on the hilt of the sword at their waist, the pressure of a Holy Land Master fully revealed.

However, the moment he saw Qin Jiang clearly, all the pressure vanished instantly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"So it is the Immortal Lord," Lingxuan Shengzhu said.

"Shengzhu, what is the meaning of this?" Qin Jiang asked.

Lingxuan Shengzhu did not speak, but instead took a piece of tortoise shell from his robes and poured Immortal Power into it; suddenly, a brilliant cyan light flared, illuminating the surrounding waters.

"Immortal Lord, please look."

Qin Jiang looked outside the altar; the surrounding waters were surrounded by flood dragons with pale, ghastly eyes, nearly filling every part of the water.

The weakest among them were comparable to a True God, and a few even radiated dragon might comparable to a Half-step Saint Lord.

In the gaps between these flood dragons, worms resembling red threads twisted their bodies, looking extremely disgusting.

He looked closely and saw that these threadworms were not individual entities, but were connected to these flood dragons, growing out from the red lines on their scales.

(End of this chapter)