Chapter 117: Three Light Divine Water

In the sky, a blue dragon without a tail or claws roared wantonly, rolling continuously.

Zhang Xingyu looked at him and smiled happily.

"This old dragon, he's really ruthless to himself."

For a full hour, Ao Cheng vented the depression of many years and expressed the joy in his heart.

Two middle-aged men came to his side and bowed to congratulate him: "Congratulations, Third Brother, on advancing to the Mahayana stage."

Ao Cheng bowed to them and said loudly: "Big Brother, Second Brother, I'll go take care of some business first, then come back to talk with you."

After speaking, he transformed into human form and rode a cloud to Zhang Xingyu's head.

"Kid, open your mouth," Ao Cheng said to Zhang Xingyu.

What trick is this old man playing?

However, Zhang Xingyu still opened his mouth as instructed.

A drop of bright yellow liquid fell into his mouth and disappeared instantly.

Zhang Xingyu looked at Ao Cheng in confusion.

Ao Cheng said loudly: "Kid, this is a drop of Tribulation Crossing Nectar, incredibly precious. I saw that your spiritual roots are deeply hidden, which is not conducive to cultivation, so I specially saved a drop for you. Tribulation Crossing Nectar has the miraculous effect of cleansing the marrow, improving spiritual root aptitude, and repairing the physical body."

"This drop of water is Tribulation Crossing Nectar? Old dragon, you aren't being generous enough; you didn't even know to get me a few more drops. Look, I'm still waiting for the Divine Water to repair my body?"

Zhang Xingyu, whose heart was never satisfied, pouted and complained.

Ao Cheng was left between laughter and tears by him.

"You brat, do you think Tribulation Crossing Nectar is so easy to get? I, the old dragon, gave up the opportunity to cultivate for a thousand years just to condense this one drop for you. And you're still complaining that it's too little, nagging away," Ao Cheng said.

"Oh my, it cost you a thousand years of cultivation. How could the price be so high? Old dragon, I wronged you. I apologize to you here!"

Zhang Xingyu bowed to Ao Cheng, feeling incredibly grateful in his heart.

This old man is really good to people.

Zhang Xingyu bowed to Ao Cheng and congratulated him: "Old dragon, congratulations on crossing the Heavenly Tribulation and advancing to the Mahayana stage. Is there an advancement red envelope? Send one over first."

"Red envelope? What is a red envelope?" Ao Cheng asked in confusion.

"It's just to celebrate, sending some magic treasures, spirit stones, or treasures," Zhang Xingyu explained.

"None. To cross the tribulation, I, the old dragon, am clean and empty. Where would I have anything to send? Instead, you brat, remember to make up for the congratulatory gift next time we meet," Ao Cheng laughed loudly.

Then, he waved his hand at Zhang Xingyu and said: "Alright. Let's part ways here. Thank you for your head-on blow to me, helping me overcome the heart demon hurdle. If you have anything in the future, you can come to the Blue Crystal Palace to find me. As long as I can do it and it doesn't violate conscience and morality, I will absolutely not refuse."

After speaking, Ao Cheng waved his hand, and Zhang Xingyu disappeared from the rainbow bridge.

Thunder Light Island, outside the stone house.

Zhang Xingyu looked at the familiar small house, feeling endless emotion in his heart.

A great power is indeed a great power. With a wave of his hand, he sent me a thousand miles away.

And ignoring the thunder light on the island, the transmission accuracy is ten times higher than GPS.

"Grandmother, I'm back," Zhang Xingyu shouted loudly while pushing open the stone door with force.

The room was pitch black.

Zhang Xingyu took out a fire talisman and input a few strands of Spiritual Aura.

The spirit talisman ignited a ball of flame, illuminating the small house in a red glow.

In the center of the stone house, the old woman slowly opened her eyes.

Zhang Xingyu stepped forward and bowed: "Grandmother, I'm back. I have brought your son's remains."

He handed the ring containing the crystal coffin to the old woman.

"Grandmother, there is a crystal coffin inside the ring, and your son's remains are inside," Zhang Xingyu said.

The old woman's originally murky eyes lit up.

She stretched out her withered branch-like hands and took the ring.

With a flash of white light, a transparent crystal coffin appeared out of thin air.

Inside the coffin, a golden child's skeleton lay quietly.

The old woman stared blankly at her son's skeleton.

Her limbs trembled, old tears streamed down, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she wept silently.

Zhang Xingyu accompanied her quietly, saying nothing, moving not at all.

"My child."

After a while, the old woman could no longer control herself, threw herself onto the crystal coffin, and wailed loudly.

While crying, she spoke to her son's skeleton.

"My child, Mother misses you so much."

"My child, Mother has waited for one hundred thousand years, and finally, I see you."

"My child, how are you doing in the underworld? Are you cold, are you hungry?"

"My child, don't be afraid, Mother will be down to accompany you soon."

The old woman cried until she was tired, spoke until she was tired, and actually fell asleep on the coffin.

Looking at the tear-stained old woman, Zhang Xingyu's heart also surged with waves of sorrow.

Who is the person who loves you most in the world?

Who is the person who worries about you most in the world?

Without a doubt, it is your own parents.

In another world, because of his transmigration, his own mom and dad must be just as sorrowful and grieving as this old grandmother.

The old woman slept for a while, then woke up leisurely.

She wiped the tear stains from her face and said to Zhang Xingyu: "Young man, thank you for bringing my son back. My time is running out, and I will keep my promise to refine a drop of Three Light Divine Water for you."

As she spoke, she hugged her son's crystal coffin and walked outside, sitting down cross-legged.

Above her head, the thunder gradually dissipated, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

The old woman raised her hands to the sky, muttering to herself.

Moonlight surged toward her palms like water.

Her palms became whiter and brighter.

When the moon was hidden, a ball of bright moonlight rippled in her palms.

The old woman took out a white bottle and placed the moonlight inside.

The sun rose, and the fiery red sunlight spilled down.

The old woman recited the divine incantation, her fingertips dancing, and a ball of burning firelight danced in her palms.

At sunset, she placed the ball of firelight into a red bottle.

Night fell, and the starlight flickered.

The old woman recited the divine incantation softly, pointing to the sky, and streaks of fine starlight surged toward her.

In one night, a ball of mercury-like starlight was poured into a silver bottle.

Zhang Xingyu stood behind the old woman, watching carefully, listening intently, engraving every word of her incantation and every movement into his heart.

Time flies like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

That night, the old woman stood up, picked up the coffin, and returned to the stone house again.

In the center of the stone house.

Red, white, and silver bottles were neatly placed on the ground.

The bottles were already opened, and sunlight, moonlight, and starlight poured out, illuminating the room brightly.

The old woman sat on the ground, her eyes closed tightly.

A silver little dragon over a foot long flew out from her forehead.

"Dragon Soul," Zhang Xingyu thought to himself.

The Dragon Soul flew above the bottles, spraying out streaks of golden aura.

"God Yuan." Zhang Xingyu recognized this aura.

God Yuan was like a magnet, tightly attracting the sunlight, moonlight, and starlight.

The Dragon Soul became weaker and weaker, and the God Yuan it sprayed became less and less.

Half an hour later, the Dragon Soul was a circle smaller.

Sunlight, moonlight, and starlight finally all merged into the God Yuan.

With God Yuan as the core, the three types of light rotated continuously, constantly merging.

Finally, the three types of light and the God Yuan merged completely, transforming into a drop of shimmering water.

Three Light Divine Water, refined.

The Dragon Soul flew back into the old woman's brow.

The old woman opened her eyes and said softly to Zhang Xingyu: "The Three Light Divine Water is refined, take it now."

Zhang Xingyu nodded and opened his mouth.

The Three Light Divine Water flew into his mouth.

A surging power grew within Zhang Xingyu's body.

His body kept growing taller and larger.

After an incense stick of time, he finally returned to his original state.

He rubbed his nose, stretched his arms, and looked at the surrounding environment.

Zhang Xingyu finally confirmed that he had recovered and had become a handsome guy again.

The old woman looked at Zhang Xingyu quietly, a smile appearing on the corners of her mouth.

To think that before she died, she could still see someone from the God Clan.

The God Clan had not perished.

Her expression was listless, and her body was weak to the extreme.

The old woman beckoned to Zhang Xingyu and said: "Come here, let me take a look at you."

Zhang Xingyu was puzzled, but still came to her side as instructed.

The old woman looked him over carefully, then said softly to Zhang Xingyu: "Before I go, I want to give you some things. However, you must promise me that you will not reveal them to anyone."

Zhang Xingyu nodded.

This old lady is really good. She already gave him the Three Light Divine Water and still wants to give him extra things.

"Take these three bottles. Never reveal them in front of people," the old woman said, pointing to the three bottles on the ground.

Zhang Xingyu nodded and silently put the three bottles that collected sunlight, moonlight, and starlight into his storage bag.

The old woman looked at Zhang Xingyu, a flash of brilliance appearing in her murky eyes.

The brilliance went straight to Zhang Xingyu's brow and submerged into his Divine Court.

In the Divine Court, above the Divine Sea.

A golden star appeared out of thin air.

"Secret Technique for Refining Three Light Divine Water," the system's black diamond shook and exclaimed.

Outside Thunder Light Island.

Watching the small island slowly sink into the sea, Zhang Xingyu felt endless emotion in his heart.

Following the old grandmother's wishes, Zhang Xingyu buried the mother and son in the stone house.

He also activated the restrictions on the island, letting Thunder Light Island slowly sink into the sea.

From then on, there was no more Thunder Light Island in the world.

From then on, this pair of pitiful mother and son would sleep forever on the seabed. ===== CHAPTER 118 =====