Chapter 241: The Suppressed Object

Qin Jiang frowned slightly as he looked at these flood dragons. He raised his hand and clenched it, crushing one flood dragon into a mist of blood, but the thread-like nematodes were not crushed.

He had intentionally left the nematodes behind, wanting to see if there would be any difference in nematodes surviving independently.

The next moment, the red threads danced wildly within the blood mist formed by the flood dragon's flesh, and in an instant, they absorbed all the blood mist clean.

Afterward, these nematodes gradually formed the shape of a flood dragon. In just a few blinks of an eye, the flood dragon that had previously been crushed into blood mist was resurrected, its pressure not weakened in the slightest.

Watching this scene, Qin Jiang was somewhat surprised; this was contrary to reason.

Although restoring his physical body with a single thought was nothing to him, even for him, if he wanted to restore it, he would need to consume Immortal Power.

Yet these nematodes had not the slightest fluctuation of power.

There were only two possibilities for this situation: first, these nematodes possessed the ability to evolve autonomously into flood dragons.

Second, when they recovered, they did not produce any leakage of power.

Regardless of which one it was, it was an impossible feat.

Unless it was a method of the Immortal King level that he did not understand.

He raised his hand again and grasped at the void. It was the same flood dragon as before, and it was crushed into blood mist once more. This time, the nematodes were crushed along with it.

But immediately the next moment, the micro-particles within the blood mist gradually gathered into threads, and the nematodes twisted and danced, forming a ball of threads.

Qin Jiang's expression did not change in the slightest. With a slight tug, that ball of nematodes entered the fluorescent blue light barrier.

Seeing this, the Lingxuan Sacred Domain Master on the side could not help but step back a few paces and couldn't help but speak: "Immortal Monarch, these nematodes are extremely weird and are related to the object suppressed here. No power can grind them away."

Back then—no, not just back then—almost every generation of Lingxuan Sacred Domain Masters had attempted to eliminate the nematode creatures here, but there had never been any progress.

These nematode creatures were as if they were immortal and indestructible; no matter what method was used, they could not be ground away.

If it weren't for this place being shrouded by a strange power, these nematodes would likely have already flooded the world.

This was also where the duty of their Lingxuan Sacred Domain lay. If one day these nematode creatures were to land,

then their Lingxuan Sacred Domain would be the first line of defense.

This was also one of the reasons why the Lingxuan Sacred Domain could become a neutral force.

In fact, he had also once run around for this matter, but it wasn't until later that the Dizu Huangzun told him one sentence.

That was that when the Lingxuan Ancestral King opened the lineage here back then, he had already discovered the existence of these nematode creatures, but he did not take action to eliminate them.

From then on, he had never come here again, until today.

Because he also could not determine what plan the Ancestral King actually had, or if he was truly powerless to resolve it.

This was a terrifying question, and both answers were the same.

Qin Jiang raised his hand and grasped the ball of threads. The slippery sensation was somewhat like a loach, but much finer.

He looked at this ball of nematodes; their body surfaces were smooth, and the tips were slightly deeper in red, having the luster of a carapace.

In reality, all the nematodes were a single entity, countless branches extending from one main trunk.

It was just that the so-called main trunk and branches were the same thickness and not so easy to distinguish, so it looked like a ball.

His five fingers spread slightly, and green light poured into the ball of threads. All the twisting nematodes froze for an instant, and then crazily squeezed into the green light.

The Lingxuan Sacred Domain Master on the side felt the life aura emitted by the green light and was slightly surprised.

This level of vitality seemed to have a strange characteristic, even above the "Lingxuan Heavenly Mandate Sutra" he practiced! Worthy of being called a young Immortal King; to be able to cultivate Immortal Martial Arts to this degree!

The Immortal King Sutra did not exist in the world; after the Immortal King ascended to heaven for a million years, it would be erased by the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Except for a few major forces that had appeared within a million years with Array Dao Heavenly Monarchs, there were almost no Immortal King Sutras passed down on the continent.

Counting them down, besides the Dizu Imperial Dynasty and the Luotian Pavilion, no other force had publicly admitted to possessing an Immortal King Sutra. Like the "Lingxuan Heavenly Mandate Sutra" passed down to them, it was merely a top-tier Immortal Martial Art.

That was why he sighed that Qin Jiang was worthy of the name of a young Immortal King.

Because theoretically speaking, there did not exist an Immortal Martial Art higher than the "Lingxuan Heavenly Mandate Sutra," even for the Dizu Imperial Dynasty and the Luotian Pavilion.

For the top-tier Sacred Lands and Dao Lands, the starting point everyone possessed was actually about the same; who was stronger still depended on the person themselves.

And Qin Jiang had forcibly broken through this theoretical thing, going a step further above top-tier Immortal Martial Arts.

The martial arts were more powerful, and the talent was even more ridiculously strong; truly a despair-inducing existence.

He looked at Qin Jiang, his mind already made up: no matter what the other party needed, he would grant it.

Perhaps their Lingxuan Sacred Domain could truly witness the rise of an Immortal King.

The green light in Qin Jiang's hand gradually disappeared. He observed carefully and finally saw the clue.

When these nematodes burrowed into the green light, cracks would split open on their body surfaces, extremely tiny.

These cracks were covered with velvet-like fangs, like hypodermic needles, sucking the green light clean.

If there were no surprises, these slightly deeper colored parts were the source of the red scales on the foreheads of the strange fish in the upper layers.

But besides these, he still did not see anything more essential.

Moreover, these nematodes devoured the power of his Qingdi Longevity Record, yet they did not produce any malformation.

This was also something he had not expected.

Perhaps these nematodes could help him get rid of the influence of the Qingdi Longevity Record in the future.

"What exactly are these nematodes?" he asked.

The Lingxuan Sacred Domain Master heard this and looked at the statue. "This is a long story. The ancient Immortal King who carved that Xuanwu statue in the mountain gate back then actually carved two stone statues.

The other one is this one, and its purpose is to suppress something at the bottom of this Xuanwu River.

Back then, this Lingxuan Immortal City was actually an Imperial City. Every year on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, a grand sacrifice would be held by the Xuanwu River, until it was later breached by the current Southern Region hegemon, the Green Lotus Sword Palace.

After that, several hundred thousand years passed before it was chosen by the Ancestral King of that time, who established the Lingxuan Dao Land. To this day, it has been downgraded to a Sacred Land."

Qin Jiang nodded slightly. "How long ago was the period when the Lingxuan Ancestral King ruled the continent?"

"About five million years," the Lingxuan Sacred Domain Master said.

Normally, over such a long period, even if the inheritance had never been broken, it would be difficult to say the specific time clearly.

After all, although the Sacred Domain Masters and Dao Lords had comprehended part of the Time Law, that River of Time was not a place one could step into at will.

The reason he remembered it so clearly was actually because not long after the Immortal King Sutra in the Lingxuan Sacred Domain was erased by the Heavenly Dao back then, an Array Dao Heavenly Monarch appeared in the Dizu Imperial Dynasty.

If luck had been better, perhaps the Lingxuan Sacred Domain would have possessed an Immortal King Sutra of its own.

This matter had always been recorded in the Lingxuan Pavilion, serving as a small consolation.

Qin Jiang nodded understandingly. So that was it.

Looking at it this way, the mist at the end of the River of Time might not be the work of an Immortal King, or rather, it was not the work of a single Immortal King.

"What is the object suppressed here?"

He asked. This suppressed object might be the root cause of these nematode creatures.

For him, it might be of great use.

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