Chapter 338: Past in the Eyes, Dragon-Blood Abyss (Ten-Thousand-Character Chapter)

At this very moment, little did they know, the people from the four great immortal sects were looking at the performance of Du En and his group with astonishment and bewilderment.

Are they playing some kind of trick? That was their first thought.

After all, although the Dragon Palace was the former base of the Dragon Clan, and the sight of this central grand hall was truly heart-shaking—no matter how many times one had seen it, one would still be stunned by it.

But, who were they?

They came from the five great immortal sects, the current supreme hegemons who dominated the world; even if they were merely the lowly Nascent Soul stage cultivators who were not valued or treated as people within their sects, they should still possess various profound methods to walk on flat ground here! Yet now, you are all turning into weak-legged shrimp one by one, looking pitiful, as if this were a development where you suddenly stepped into this place without any preparation at all.

Who are you trying to fool! However, in the next moment, they overturned their first thought.

The reason was simple: the contrast was sharply jarring!

Du En, walking alone in the lead, remained calm and paced with ease, taking care of the group behind him while clearing the path ahead; his state looked even better than theirs, completely unaffected by the slightest ripple.

And behind him, they were truly one weaker than the next; even the two great generals of the same rank were limp and soft at this moment, their combat power greatly diminished and reduced to less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

This was not a trick at all; they really were completely unprepared and had blindly charged straight in! Yet even under such circumstances, that Du En could still be so composed—it was truly terrifying! Could he be the avatar of some True Monarch, or perhaps the real body itself disguised and sneaking in?!

They naturally knew this was actually impossible; after all, the Supremes were all watching this place, and it was impossible for them to let a True Monarch sneak in, which was why they were even more shocked.

It seems he must be killed first!

A great enemy!

An absolute great enemy! The people from the four great immortal sects, at this moment, unanimously wanted to nip this threat in the bud.

Their killing intent was so sudden, so obvious, and so natural, stabbing over like a knife.

Du En had long anticipated this and appeared completely unsurprised.

Because this was his method of maneuvering against the other immortal sects! Regardless of what actions they had taken in the previous three years, and regardless of what plans they had in their original assumptions, after he unreservedly and actively jumped out to grandly and clearly attract their fire, they were all forced to either shelve or change them.

In any case, it was impossible to let go of such a massive thorn in their side just to pursue their own schemes.

After all, Du En was alive, an enemy, an opponent, and an unstable factor!

This was an open plot; just like the sun, as long as it exists there, it naturally pulls at the various small celestial bodies around it.

Therefore, Du En even brazenly withdrew his gaze, appearing arrogant and full of confidence.

He looked toward the high peak where the five great Dragon Kings had died.

The key to everything was over there! Although the people from the other four great immortal sects were secretly annoyed by his attitude, feeling that they had been looked down upon, they were barely restraining themselves at this moment, needing to prioritize the big picture first, find the landing spot of the current Fallen Feather Supreme, and then take concrete action.

Therefore, it was not yet suitable for a decisive battle.

Nangong Sheng and Jiang Ying were slow-witted; at this moment, they were only filled with worry, as their side could be said to be completely crippled, having no prior preparation, and they were simply unable to act as any effective combat force in this situation.

It would be good enough if they didn't get in the way.

"Du En..."

"Don't worry, I'm actually quite suited for fighting a wheel battle."

Du En calmly replied to the somewhat stammering Nangong Sheng; without needing to say more, he let people know his confidence, and then, he changed the subject, "Also, I'll say the ugly words first: if you are beaten to death later, I will not pull myself away to save you."

Everyone: "..."

The perfectly fine atmosphere from just a moment ago, the reverence that was just about to sprout, was all gone after you said that! They suddenly felt a sense of being unable to laugh or cry, but they couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Because since he said it like that, he would definitely do it; he was not joking.

Nangong Sheng felt it was nothing, very natural, but the others did not find it so natural; Jiang Ying even looked over with a pitiful expression.

I am your future subordinate!

It's fine, your supreme physical body is very tenacious; among everyone, you are the most likely to survive.

In Du En's backward glance, there was only this meaning, making her unable to help but secretly grit her teeth, feeling more and more that she had met the wrong person.

Next, in an atmosphere that felt strange, the six parties turned into five, the cultivators from the Rotten Forest officially joined up, and they moved together toward the Dragon-Coiling Peak in the deep center.

To avoid a premature conflict, they maintained a consistent pace with great tacit understanding.

They had indeed thought about speeding up to force the Fallen Feather side into a worse situation, but since Du En was leading the group and controlling the overall rhythm, his pace remained unchanged and he didn't care at all, so they could only secretly frown and slow down.

"Crawling like turtles, why not come over to our side? Shall I gift you the method to turn into turtles?"

When they reached a distance where voices could be clearly heard, Yinhu from the Fudong Immortal Sect was the first to issue a sharp mockery, causing Nangong Sheng and the others to immediately flare up with anger.

"Practice turning into turtles? You Fudong people are truly too stingy; you should be more generous and bring out the method to turn into weak-legged shrimp!"

The Flow Envoy of the Mucang Immortal Sect also chimed in, full of sharp and sarcastic laughter.

"Yes, yes, yes, you really should be more generous; weak-legged shrimp is weak-legged shrimp, first come first served, if you're late, you can only be beast feed in the mud, hahahahaha!"

Having failed to take down Nangong Sheng and the others for the past three years, and having been counter-attacked not long ago, Yinhu couldn't help but laugh out loud now that he had found an opening.

The Mucang Immortal Sect side was the same, also emitting various strange laughs.

The expressions of Nangong Sheng and the others grew increasingly gloomy, and due to the influence of the environment here, some were almost unable to stop themselves from vomiting three liters of blood and dying before the battle even began.

They couldn't help but look at the full-of-vigor Du En.

Du En also found this bunch of fellows noisy, and immediately spoke in a tone that was natural and matter-of-fact: "Dogs with broken spines, barking wildly."

With a *swish*, the laughter stopped.

The seven people from the two great immortal sects were instantly extremely gloomy, glaring over one after another.

Did I say anything wrong? When you met me before, who were the ones running away?

Du En scanned them, his silent gaze seeming to say exactly that.

The fact was just like that; not long ago, after Du En entered the scene, they had slunk away in defeat.

"Hmph!"

"I'll kill you first later!"

The two sides did not say more, only exerting pressure in this way.

Including the previous mockery, there was actually a different intention behind it.

—To probe the situation on Du En's side, to see if he was just putting on a show and was only empty on the outside.

Now it seems, he is not!

Then there is no need to say anything more.

The murderous intent grew even stronger! At this moment, a voice came from the side.

"How is Junior Sister Miao'er's current situation?"

It was Tao Shao, a great general of the Rotten Forest Immortal Gate. After regrouping with his other junior brothers and sisters, he learned of their encounter and felt quite dissatisfied with the situation of losing one person on their side and another while covering the retreat.

Eleven people grouped together, yet they still ended up in such a state, only able to flee in a sorry mess—what a bunch of trash! At the same time, he didn't care much about the one who had already died, but was rather concerned about Jin Miao'er, who might not be dead yet.

"She is not dead."

"Heh, that's good. I advise you all not to pry blindly, otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Of course, he didn't care about Jin Miao'er's life or death; he cared about whether Du En and the others had deeply investigated their side's techniques.

It wasn't that he was worried; rather, it was the opposite—he was not worried, and actually hoped Du En would do so.

Just like the storage bags of various sects, in order to prevent enemies from obtaining the items hidden within, they adopted quite special refining methods. Even a master refiner of their own sect like Du En could not currently fully crack a storage bag of the same rank.

As for the Rotten Forest Immortal Gate, their protection for that set of puppet-body techniques would only be even more peculiar. Rashly attempting to investigate would only result in being harmed by it.

Tao Shao spoke up deliberately right now to use the pressure of the current situation to plant a seed in Du En's heart. When the battle starts later, as long as he falls into a predicament, he might try to use this as an entry point to find a breakthrough against the Rotten Forest Immortal Gate.

At that time, he would fall into the trap and bring about his own destruction! Such thinking could be called an open conspiracy; even if one knows, there is nothing to be done, because if one were in their shoes, once they reached that point, people like them would inevitably try to make that desperate struggle! "Hehehe..."

"Hehehe..."

Fu Dong and Mu Cang also let out cold laughs at this time.

The minds of those on the Falling Feather side were dulled, and it took a good while for them to come to their senses, at which point their hearts felt even more depressed.

Yet there were still people taking away their last bit of air, causing them to suddenly fall into suffocation!

Rui Yi of the Stopping Boundary Immortal Gate.

She was gentle and light, as if she bore no hostility, and simply spoke: "If Fellow Daoist Du trusts this concubine, you may choose to work together with this concubine to overcome the current difficulty."

The so-called "surround three, leave one" to leave a path of retreat can naturally crush one's sharp spirit, or even lead to wavering and self-destruction!

The key lies in the fact that whether Rui Yi's words are true or false is completely unknowable and difficult to predict.

It is just like the feeling she gives people—mysterious and unfathomable.

Should one believe her...

As soon as one thinks this way, one has already invisibly fallen into her rhythm and pace, making it hard to maintain one's own initiative! Moreover, at this very moment, any sign of such a tendency would be seen as being strong on the outside but weak on the inside, then triggering an even more relentless, unreserved siege!

The Falling Feather group suddenly felt suffocated. The more they pondered the current situation, the more powerless they felt. Yet their brains were currently not functioning well, making them feel like trapped beasts, wanting to collapse, scream, and do something extreme.

Even if they died or self-detonated, they didn't want to continue experiencing this feeling! The "heart-stabbing" of the Four Great Immortal Gates was not just stabbing at Du En; it was also step-by-step, with perfect tacit understanding, stabbing at everyone else!

Du En did not care about this kind of formation and situation.

He just raised his head slightly and spoke softly: "We have arrived."

The topic shifted completely, and the atmosphere changed its course accordingly.

The people behind him, who were originally extremely suppressed, were startled upon hearing this and subconsciously looked up.

The Dragon King's corpse was right before their eyes.

The natural, lingering might of that combined Dao body was like a violent storm, directly blowing away the rotten shacks and rushing toward them, instantly dispelling the suppression of the Falling Feather group.

Although what replaced it was an instinctive urge to worship that they could not resist, as if their very selves were being dominated, it was still much better than before.

Moreover, in front of them, there was still Du En at the very front bearing the pressure.

That figure, calm as always, was like a distinct mountain. Under the strong contrast, he invisibly exempted them from part of that urge, so they did not actually worship on the spot.

Can he even withstand the Dragon King's might?

And, does he seem a bit too practiced?

Seeing that Du En didn't even need to adapt and directly raised his eyes, thinking about how to go up, it was now the turn of the people from the Four Great Immortal Gates to be shocked and suspicious, unable to help but have all sorts of associations.

His performance was truly too extraordinary.

As for why this was, the answer was actually very simple.

Aside from the previously mentioned burning of lingering hatred and innate tranquility, it was also because Du En had long ago experienced some of the might of a True Monarch from the living True Monarch, True Monarch Zhu Ding. Now, facing a dead Dragon Monarch, there would naturally be no problem.

However...

"Something is not quite right. I always feel that this corpse seems a bit strong on the outside but weak on the inside, lacking some more core essence."

Du En thought to himself, silently sensing it.

"Hmph! You all can just crawl slowly!"

"Heh, to have to crawl even after cultivating immortality, what a wasted effort!"

Amidst the murmurs of Fu Dong and Mu Cang, they leaped up and flew toward the top of one of the Dragon King's peaks.

The other two sides did the same, appearing intentional and deliberate.

Their shock just now had further frustrated the brewing of the pressure-filled atmosphere, so they now needed to perform such remedial actions.

"Du En, how about..."

"Tie us up and take us up together."

Jiang Ying still wanted to say something about them not going up and waiting here, letting the others go to the summit, perhaps they would fight among themselves? But Nangong Sheng directly interrupted and took the initiative to speak like this.

He thought that was what Jiang Ying wanted to say.

It was also because his brain was not working well now, and he subconsciously applied his own code of conduct to her.

She was suddenly at a loss for words. Also because her brain was suppressed, she clearly felt she wanted to say something but couldn't grasp the words, feeling depressed and never having felt so stupid before.

Du En naturally would not have any wishful thinking that he could sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. Hearing this, he just nodded lightly, raised his hand to use "Grass and Trees Become a Forest," and produced a wood-spirit vine to bind everyone together from the waist.

Then, hard-pressed against the heavy pressure here, he directly burst into flight, not caring at all about the loss of magic power, and fiercely shot upward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The gale was like a knife, scraping against them so that they found it hard to bear, almost shamefully crying out.

Fortunately, Du En's speed was fast enough; before they could help but cry out, they had already reached the summit.

At the Dragon Monarch's head.

Drip—

It was the sound of water dripping again, making one's heart jolt, attention instantly captured.

Du En also immediately noticed that in this space, following the dripping sound, things were becoming normal once more.

He could not help but feel a stir in his heart; then, keeping in sync with the others, they all fixed their gazes forward to look.

The people from the other Immortal Sects, each occupying a dragon's head at this moment, had no time to care about anything else and turned one after another to look ahead, to the place where the water droplets were coming from.

An indescribable scent drilled into their noses.

No, it was not a normal scent, nor was it drilling into their noses, but into their hearts! What was it? They were extremely curious and concerned, instinctively itching to act, unable to help but turn their heads to look down from their high vantage point as well.

Then, they finally saw the situation clearly.

It was blood!

The corpses of the five Great Dragon Kings lay coiled like mountains, forming a circle that enclosed a deep, vast lake. At this moment, from the dragon whiskers of the corpses, drops of Dragon King Dao Blood—as if condensed from precious splendor, supreme and holy—were slowly dripping down, gathering in the deep lake and creating light, ethereal ripples.

A deep lake of dragon blood, a vast lake of Dao blood?

It was the accumulation of the Dragon Kings' blood, uncorrupted for ten thousand years, with the Dao rhyme still present; it was practically a treasure land and holy ground created by a Dragon Lord who had not yet died but had voluntarily shed its blood! It was unimaginable; just jumping in to soak for a while would likely be enough to gestate some kind of formidable Dragon Blood Spirit Body, sufficient to go toe-to-toe with Jiang Ying's supreme physical body! Even if one did not move toward a spirit body, whether it be in terms of Dao techniques, the foundation of vitality, or otherwise, perhaps even just soaking spiritual objects or materials in it would allow one to obtain a qualitative leap!

Greed surged forth involuntarily.

An unimaginable treasure land was right before them, and some people could no longer endure it.

And quite a few! One darted out from Mucang, four darted out from Xiulin; the leading generals could not stop them in time, and they had already splashed into it.

"Hahaha!"

"Dragon King Dao Blood, Dragon King Dao Blood!"

"So strong! Truly so strong!"

"Oh oh oh! I've become so strong!"

"That's right, no... eh? My eyes... hmm? Wait, how am I...?!"

One could only see the five people swimming and surging within the deep lake of Dao blood, like mayflies, all very excited and visibly gaining strength. But among them, one person suddenly woke up after seeing something and subconsciously wanted to fly up and escape.

They were from the Xiulin Immortal Sect; although the Dao blood was extremely precious, their puppet body techniques were special and must absolutely not be handled so carelessly. Otherwise, the subsequent adjustments alone could cost them the remaining nearly thousand years of their lifespan, and it was not certain they could even be changed back.

Because the Dragon King Dao Blood was too precious and too good!

Moreover, perhaps they wouldn't even need to worry about this; upon returning, the True Monarchs and True Immortals would find a way to squeeze it out of them!

This was highly likely; after all, if even a general at the Nascent Soul stage couldn't handle it, what use could it be if left to you?

However, it was easy to enter but difficult to leave.

They tried to soar, only to find it was simply impossible.

Furthermore, a sharp pain was suddenly assaulting them; even though the puppet body had already cut off suffering, it was completely unable to resist! To those on the dragon heads, it looked as if the person suddenly ignited into flames, holy and inexplicable; the whole person was like a pilgrimage torch, rapidly burning away, revealing a strangely peaceful expression, with only their eyes appearing terrified, pained, and desperate.

Dead. Not a speck of ash remained, not a single stain or impurity remained; they died completely and cleanly, leaving nothing behind. The Dragon King Dao Blood, as a matter of course, did not lose even a milligram.

Witnessing someone turn into a torch, the other four were also struck with horror and suddenly began to come to their senses.

"Ha!"

One could only see the person from Mucang give a fierce shout; their black robe shattered, revealing a stitched-together physical body. The stitches were twisting like dragons at this moment, causing them to swell to several zhang in height. Their momentum erupted, terrifyingly vigorous, even surpassing the two Envoys of Yongliu, reaching the peak of a Nascent Soul stage genius.

The goodness and strength of the Dragon King Dao Blood could be seen from this! But even though they were already this strong, they still could not escape death; they were completely unable to leave the great lake and likewise turned into a torch, holy and pure, revealing an expression of serenity as if having attained the Dao, along with a deep gaze of fear and despair.

From that gaze, the others from the Mucang Immortal Sect knew that the foundation they relied upon for their existence was likely of no use, and they were further chilled to the bone by this, subconsciously stepping back to distance themselves.

Then.

Teng teng teng teng, splash—

They were all extinguished.

The onlookers also could not help but fall into silence.

The small fry on Luoyu's side felt fortunate at this moment; fortunately, they were influenced by the environment, their brains were completely insufficient, and they were tied up by vines, providing a safety net. Otherwise, they feared that just now, a few people would have rushed out, only to add a few extra flickers of light to this place.

Though the Dao blood was good, they had no fortune to enjoy it!

Let alone them, even if a Great Cultivator came, if they dared to jump down so directly, it was estimated that they would only meet the same end! Only True Immortals—and they had to be formidable ones, True Immortals who might still be able to make a breakthrough—could barely touch and utilize it directly.

Dao blood, Dao blood, blood that carries the Dao; if one is not of the same Dao, how can one receive it?

The treasure land turned into a demon cave in the blink of an eye; the remaining people could not help but step back, only Du En stepped forward instead of retreating.

They were crazy!

The crowd was greatly shocked by this, especially those from the other Immortal Sects, who were even quite expectant.

However, they were not fools either, and they quickly reacted.

"Eyes!"

"The Dragon King's eyes?"

"Is there some Dao rhyme left behind?"

"We'll know once we look!"

The four sides followed closely behind, all cautiously taking their paths to move.

Du En, however, did not go to such trouble; he only moved forward a distance, found a good position, and looked across, able to see the half-closed eyes of one of the Dragon Kings from afar.

The others behind also ran over. Fortunately, the top of the dragon head was astonishingly large, more than several hundred zhang in circumference; a dozen or so people squeezed together were just a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.

The people from the other Immortal Sects had been paying attention to him; seeing this scene, their hearts twitched, feeling that they too had lost their heads, actually wanting to waste their effort.

"It's not losing our heads."

"Moreover, the protective measures began to fail when facing the Dragon Kings, and because of the shock from the scene just now, that is why we appear to have lost our composure."

Some also quickly calmed down, seeing this clearly, and then felt secretly wary of Du En, while also unable to help but feel a little inferior.

However, at this moment, it was still necessary to see what kind of mystery lay within the pupils of the five Great Dragon Kings.

They quickly adjusted their positions, looking from afar across the air, making eye contact with the dead Dragon Kings.

Rumble!!! Like a clap of thunder on flat ground, a magnificent sound suddenly exploded in their hearts.

"Venerable Lidong, do you truly intend to make enemies of us all?!"

The speaker was furious, yet also felt a sense of absurdity, as if a high and mighty god had suddenly encountered a challenge from an ant, finding it incomparably ridiculous and bizarre.

The crowd subconsciously looked up, seeing only the magnificent true form of that earth-shattering sound.

A dragon, indescribable, coiling above the dark clouds in the sky, spanning the field of vision, soaring amidst the starry sky, its length impossible to fathom, with no head in sight.

Dragon Venerable!

One of the five great Dragon Venerables of the past!

The crowd could not help but tremble in their hearts, and then tremble even more!

For as the dark clouds rolled, from the Dragon Palace's divine throne within the sea of clouds, four more Star-Coiling Dragon Venerables revealed their true forms, stirring the laws and principles of heaven and earth; as they swam and soared, it was as if they were reshaping the surface of the stars, and they themselves were the sole, supreme masters! White, Azure, Profound, Crimson, Yellow.

Controlling the Five Elements, fixing the five directions, the five great Dragon Venerables, suppressing the world for an age; in the ancient times, they were terrifying beyond compare, impossible for all living beings to look upon directly, and even other venerables had to give way! Within that Dragon Palace, true dragons dared not raise their heads, dragon kings held only reverence, and there were thousands upon thousands of great flood dragons, various demons, and water beasts who surrendered, went on pilgrimages, and volunteered to serve as slaves.

In their longing and reverent gaze, those surrounded and suppressed by the five great Dragon Venerables appeared exceptionally minuscule, like blades of grass, impossible to see clearly, and they felt no need to see them clearly either.

After all, in front of the five great Dragon Venerables, even a Venerable was but an ant or a blade of grass!

Amidst such a train of thought, the person spoke: "Lidong is no more; now, only Fudong remains."

The Supreme spoke in a soft whisper, yet it was the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Then, the great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

In an instant, the great battle was on the verge of ending.

Without even knowing what had specifically happened, without even the room to let out a cry of grief, the five great Dragon Venerables had already perished on the spot in an instant, like collapsing heavenly pillars and sinking earth, falling from the starry sky, and in the next moment, as if inspecting meat on a chopping block, they were casually held in hand by their best parts.

The Supreme had never cared about the so-called five great Dragon Venerables; there would always be only one type of enemy for them.

Other Supremes!

Four figures appeared, no one knew when, each intercepting and holding a dragon corpse, as natural and casual as going out to buy groceries, with no need for further words between them.

Boom! At this moment, everything went pitch black.

It was as if heaven and earth had been blasted apart; one could neither see nor hear anything.

The Dragon King wept in terror, fear and despair spreading.

As the five great Dragon Venerables were easily slaughtered, as powerless as meat on a chopping block, the thousands of followers in the Dragon Palace felt their Dao hearts collapse in an instant, but before they could even collapse, the Dragon Palace, painstakingly built by the five great Dragon Venerables, had already shattered and crumbled, falling from the sea of clouds into the Chang Sea.

It was merely the aftermath.

And after being blocked by the Dragon Palace, the aftermath of the aftermath wiped them all out in an instant.

The crowd of demons died out, and ten thousand dragons all perished.

Even the Dragon King could not escape death, already on the verge of breathing their last!

They were incomparably desperate, weeping blood without cease.

"Our fall is inevitable."

"Our clan is finished."

"Why is it like this?"

"Cannot understand."

"What, another Supreme?"

At that time, the Dragon King had only faintly heard of this title; at that time, the Immortal Sects had just begun to change their names and vie for hegemony; at that time, the Dragon Clan was at its most prosperous peak.

The Dragon Palace left the sea, suspended high in the clouds, wanting to rule and conquer the entire heaven and earth; they had just officially taken the first step on their path to hegemony, and then, there was no then.

They truly could not understand; they had thought that after the great upheaval of heaven and earth, there would be no more such incomprehensible things, yet they did not expect that after a mere twenty thousand years, such a situation would appear again! "Cannot wait for death."

"Exactly so."

"My death is certain."

"Leave a lineage behind."

"Revive the Dragon Clan!!!!!"

The five Dragon Kings spoke in unison; the Dragon Palace had already fled into seclusion, and they immediately cast a peerless secret technique, gathering the true dragon Qi, collecting the true dragon blood, and using their five Dragon Kings, along with the ten thousand fallen dragons and even countless mixed-blood flood dragons, to combine and create a deep lake of Dao blood.

A brand new dragon, a stronger dragon, a dragon to revive the clan, would be conceived within it.

The crowd traversed time and space, seeing this scene of the past rise and fall of the Dragon Clan through the eyes of the Dragon King; everyone was stunned, their minds blank.

The strength of the Dragon Venerables was unprecedented, and the Supreme was even more distant and mysterious, their appearance invisible, their power unknowable; even with the five great Dragon Venerables attacking together, they were easily slaughtered!

Finally, in order to continue the Dragon Clan's bloodline, the desperate Dragon King chose to gather the Qi and blood of ten thousand dragons to create this Dragon-Conceiving Blood Abyss! That is, the Dragon Clan's lost treasure, the Dragon Clan's supreme treasure! The crowd could not help but react from their shock and stupor, and through the lingering rhythm of the Dragon King's gaze, they cast their eyes once more toward the Dragon-Conceiving Blood Abyss.

They only vaguely saw that at the bottom, there were shattered dragon pearl fragments, pieced together into a pearl nest, with a dragon egg inside, echoing with the Dao blood, having already absorbed the essence of all the dragon pearl fragments; its vitality was so vigorous and profound that just looking at it from afar made them feel as if they were reborn, and in a trance, they felt as if they had already ascended to the peak of a genius!

What a supreme dragon! For a time, both publicly and privately, the people of the five great Immortal Sects all shared the same thought: only the desire to covet and seize it! Therefore.

"Kill!"

"Die!"

"Charge!"

From Fudong, to Cangmu, and the Rotten Forest, these three Immortal Sects, all at once, each had one, two, or five—a total of eight geniuses at the Nascent Soul Perfection stage—who lunged straight toward Du En.

Clearly, the great commanders of each Immortal Sect had decisively abandoned their previous ideas, no longer wanting to join forces to kill Du En first, but instead wanting to have people entangle him while they went to do more important things.

Seize the Dragon's supreme treasure!

The landing point of the Luoyu Supreme could only be this!

Therefore, there was no need to hesitate! "Do not act rashly; just keep an eye on their movements. If you feel you still have the strength, do your best to interrupt them at the critical moment. As for these eight guys, I will handle them myself."

Facing this situation, Du En spoke accordingly.

Then, without a moment of hesitation, he immediately unleashed his Myriad Control, and fifty thousand fourth-tier supreme-grade Dharma artifacts followed like a shadow, whistling as they rose and covered the eight people opposite him.

Facing this scene, as the pawns blocking the way, they knew that if they did not bring out their true skills, they would definitely not get any advantage from Du En, nor would they complete their mission, so they all stopped holding back and brought out all their trump cards.

"Woof!"

Shugou let out a loud roar, stepped into the air and beast-transformed, its fur turning charcoal black, its head as large as a peck, and as it opened its mouth, it spat out a calamitous, chaotic black evil fire; it was the exotic beast known as the Huodou.

Bang! The dense swarm of magical artifacts shrouding him were immediately knocked aside and scorched by the Disaster-Born Evil Fire before it; for a moment, they could not even get close, and there were faint signs of them melting.

It was truly of no small power; no wonder that although there were not many people on the side of Fu Dong, they had not suffered any personnel losses after encountering the great flood dragon blocking the way.

Clearly, although this Shu Gou was not yet a top-tier genius, she was a truly top-notch ordinary genius! At this moment, of course, it was not just this side showing off its fierce might; the two from Mu Cang were even more reckless and fearless of death.

They directly tore off their black robes, revealing their true appearances.

One had a face of incomparable ugliness, with long arms and long legs but a short torso, and the fingers on their hands and feet were also of uneven lengths, totaling three long and two short—truly a harbinger of bad luck!

The other made one frown even more; they were not too ugly, but their body was densely covered in all sorts of poisonous and strange insects, which was very terrifying, and they even had human faces, revealing deep malice, feeding on human flesh and human souls—truly heinous! These two let out strange, cackling laughs, and as they stepped through the air, they caused the group of magical artifacts attacking them to sway and tilt, beginning to collide with one another, uncontrollable, as if they had truly encountered some "three long and two short" accident, such that even Du En found it difficult to forcibly stabilize them.

And the second one was quite simple: the dense swarm of human-faced poisonous and strange insects flew up like a cloud, vast in number and endless, continuously flying out from the body of that Mu Cang cultivator; they had actually refined themselves into an insect nest! These human-faced poisonous and strange insects were not only evil in appearance but also completely devoid of fear, crashing directly into the group of magical artifacts and shattering amidst *puchi* shrieks.

The eerie, greenish, strange liquid, once touched, was the most filthy; it could not only destroy magical artifacts but also ruin one's cultivation methods, bringing endless pain, and even parasitizing and hatching to turn the enemy's body and soul into their own flesh-food.

And what Du En had to face was not just this.

Corresponding to the gloomy evil of the Mu Cang side, attacking from the other side was the grand and majestic Xiulin Immortal Gate.

Their puppet bodies were identical, their techniques shared; they looked inhumanly exquisite, and at this moment, they gave one a strange feeling that they were all the same, without the slightest difference.

They had no flashy tricks; they simply cast spells together, five people joining forces to increase the power fivefold, and with a wave of their hands, they unleashed a top-grade spell, Raging Flame Bombardment, directly firing hundreds of fireballs, each ten zhang in size, dense and numerous.

By using this to block the incoming group of magical artifacts, they then suddenly performed a spatial shift, arriving at the side of Du En, who had just risen into the air, and stood in five positions, actually using their bodies as a foundation to combine and set up an array here; the array pulses connected instantly, five-colored spiritual light flashed on their bodies, and it was formed in the blink of an eye, impossible to stop.

"Five Elements Profound Array?"

Du En could not help but slightly raise his eyebrows; the environment around him had already changed, with the five directions and five elements pressing in—it was truly full of pressure.

Such people, relying on the uniqueness of their puppet bodies, were actually able to instantly set up such a grand profound array, following the principle of the Five Elements generating each other; at this moment, they connected and continued without end, their strength instantly surging.

For a time, deeply trapped in the Five Elements containment and kill, with the magical artifact group also blocked by the disaster fire and evil insects, it was difficult to achieve success... as if.

Explode! Without a shred of hesitation, the array could not completely block him, so at this moment, he directly exploded ten thousand of them first to serve as the true opening of this battle.

Boom, boom, boom...

"Woof~"

The Huodou evil dog let out a mournful howl, tucked its tail, and fled by melting through space, but there were too many fourth-tier magical artifacts self-destructing, directly tearing the space apart, and with fierce momentum, they slammed right after it.

By the time it had exhausted all its means, spat out all its evil fire, and fled in a sorry state, appearing again, it fell directly onto the peak of the Dragon King; its beast transformation had been undone, its whole body looked as if it had been skinned, fresh blood dyed the surroundings red, and it was on its last breath, with only one breath left.

"He... targeted... me..."

Shu Gou subconsciously offered a difficult defense, lest she be killed by her enraged companion, but at this moment, no one cared about her.

Because not only had this side not gained any advantage, the two from Mu Cang were the same.

The "three long and two short" accident—this time they really encountered a "three long and two short" situation, directly beaten by the self-destructing magical artifacts until they shrieked repeatedly, with no telling how many parts falling off their bodies; in the blink of an eye, it was no longer "three long and two short," but at least "three hundred long and two hundred short."

"How could you directly explode so many magical artifacts?! Even if you can withstand the backlash, who uses magical artifacts like that!?"

The person's appearance was ugly, and their voice was also ugly; emitting such a miserable shriek, they were extremely incredulous, never having expected such a turn of events—after all, who could have imagined that Du En would explode ten thousand at once? Those were shiny, white spirit stones!

Moreover, how dared he, how could he, take the backlash of those ten thousand self-destructing magical artifacts of the same rank head-on? Even a supreme physical body should have been blown to pieces by the backlash!

They were doing okay on their side, still having the leisure to shriek, but their companion was unlucky; the evil insects they had raised with such painstaking effort, consuming no telling how many human lives, were directly wiped out in one wave, with only the ten percent that hadn't flown out of their body remaining.

Thus, their cultivation was broken on the spot, unable to hover, and they fell into the Pregnant Dragon Blood Abyss, into that deep lake of blood.

Splash! Upon contact with the Dao blood, they were instantly restored to full health, but they felt no joy or surprise, only extreme fear, and they directly stretched out their hand toward their fellow sect member in the air.

"Save me! Save me!"

They rolled and thrashed incessantly, their condition getting better and better, but they could no longer fly or lift their hand; as their companion, who had "three hundred long and two hundred short" parts, scrambled to dodge the aftermath of the self-destruction and noticed them, they were already burning fiercely, turning into a pilgrimage torch.

"..."

They wanted to say something, but now they did not have that leisure.

One dead and one crippled; at this moment, only one remained on this side.

And as the aftermath subsided, the forty thousand magical artifacts, like a tornado, had already surrounded them completely without them realizing it.

"Damn it, have the guts to fight me one-on-one! Using external forces like magical artifacts, don't you feel ashamed?!"

The ugly person could not help but act strangely; they were also frightened, and facing the tornado of magical artifacts, all of which were powerful and of varying spiritual lights, they felt only absurd fear in their heart, and could not help but feel despair.

Then, Du En did not answer at all, simply controlling the artifacts to close in.

Fragments drifted and scattered, falling onto the lake surface, turning into tiny sparks.

There was no need to worry about the outside anymore; what needed to be worried about now was the inside.

Thinking this to himself, he jumped sideways, leaping up from the space of yellow earth and wild sand, avoiding the earth-dog fangs that had suddenly struck out and could easily tear apart men and beasts.

Actually, on his body, there were still residual wounds from the self-destruction of the magical artifacts, but for the Inexhaustible Azure Spirit Body, this was not a problem at all; in the blink of an eye, he had recovered seven or eight tenths.

Such a situation naturally made the five from Xiulin, who were driving the profound array and wanting to trap and kill him, feel quite absurd, secretly feeling only continuous shock.

Was the toughness and endurance of this spirit body not a bit too strong?!

Although it was not as rigid and powerful as a supreme physical body, it had to be said that on Du En, it could exert power comparable to, or even exceeding, a supreme physical body!

Now they needed to worry about whether Du En would explode another batch and forcibly break the array from the outside! "No need for such trouble."

He spoke thus, suddenly moving, as fast as a spatial shift, arriving before the Xiulin cultivator presiding over the yellow earth.

That person was hiding in an unremarkable mountain peak; their perception flickered, and they saw the fierce man close by, their inhuman mind startled, and they subconsciously shifted away, instantly appearing in another place.

However, Du En's target was not them at all, but the mountain, or rather, the earth.

He pressed his palm down, and the Perfected Azure-Yellow Canon was directly activated; immediately, it was like adding oil to a fire, the azure-green color spreading like a wildfire, rapidly burning and expanding over the yellow earth.

Wood overcomes earth, therefore it can nourish wood with earth; the azure and yellow connected, continuing without end!

(End of chapter)