Chapter 110: Returning to the Daoist Cave Abode with a Full Load; Tiger Soul Fragments Contain Divine Evil【45k】(Supplementary Update)

The pines and cypresses were lush and dense, with vines hanging down to cast shadows.

Amidst the well-arranged forest and rocks, spiritual Qi swirled into mist, as if draped in light gauze.

Pale moss and creek breezes; the wind blew from all four directions.

Above the clouds, layer upon layer of light rose and surged, folding downward like an inverted jade bowl, covered in dragon scales, hanging remotely and constantly inhaling and exhaling.

Within the halo were swarms of demon soldiers, clad in armor and wielding blades, with clouds, water, and mist gathering, rolling, and surging beneath their feet.

As they walked back and forth, there was no sound.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong—

A crimson stream meandered along, flowing from top to bottom, passing an ancient tree beneath the rocks, soaking the ground until it was a patch of green and red, dripping downward.

Like rouge, fine and fragmented, large or small, it fell upon the ground, dyeing it a deep red and permeating a sense of ferocity.

Bloodstains were everywhere, fragmented and broken.

A thousand shades of red makeup; it was truly a sight to behold.

All around on the branches and leaves, beneath the wood and among the stones, and in the vine-covered earth, there were little dots, mottled and speckled.

The rouge-red was like plum blossoms; shocking to the eye, it carried a sense of desolate beauty.

The mountains were filled with heavy grief, hatred, and reluctance.

Fang Longye frowned slightly.

After fighting all the way, traversing hundreds of millions of miles, and destroying thirteen Daoist Cave Abodes, it had only just ended here.

This campaign of mountain-felling and mansion-breaking had left everyone, from him, Fang Longye, down to these demon soldiers, with their basins and bowls full; the gains were immeasurable.

It should have been a joyous occasion, with lanterns lit and decorations hung, but instead, this mountain-wide sorrow ruined his good mood.

"Hmph! You're already dead, so why leave behind such lingering emotions to disturb people's moods?" Fang Longye sneered.

Immediately, with a thought, the Yin and Yang Two Qis circulated, five-colored radiance shone, and thunder essence refined the air, completely clearing away the mournful atmosphere and resentment.

He then exhaled to form clouds, creating a fine, drizzling rain that poured over the entire green mountain, washing away the vanity.

The deep green was lush, and the flowing red was reflected and brightened.

The creek water rose anew, the waterfall rolled like a curtain, and the flying spring flowed horizontally, soaking everything in green.

The fresh scent unique to after the rain brushed against one's brow—a picture of natural creation.

Lanterns were hung and decorations tied, and the fragrance of flowers was rich.

Flowers bloomed in clusters, their colors bright enough to reflect light.

The halls were towering, the lamps flickered, and little dots of light fell to the ground with a ding-dong sound.

Whether inside or outside the halls.

A crowd of demon immortals and demon followers shook their heads and swayed, or laughed heartily, their postures unrestrained.

The taste of post-victory revelry permeated the scene.

During the rest before returning to the Daoist Cave Abode, Fang Longye simply held this banquet to enjoy it with everyone.

The red ape Yuan Hong drank heartily among the seats of the demon immortals; although he was only at the very end, his mood was still joyfully unbearable.

He was truly happy; a few years ago, he didn't even have the qualifications to sit in the same hall as the Great King.

Now, regardless of anything else, he could finally enter this hall.

Fang Longye sat high on the cloud bed, looking down from a position of superiority, sipping and drinking slowly.

He pondered the harvest from his battles across the east, west, south, and north. Now, the quantity of goods needed to open the Yaofang was truly satisfied.

He touched the small bronze pot in his hand, as well as the numerous divine pills and the three newly acquired Superior Spiritual Treasures.

Truly, killing and arson lead to golden belts! The fellow Daoists did not deceive me.

And also—

He touched the cluster of Green Lotus Dao Mark between his brows; it was a great harvest! The dozen or so True Immortals who initially besieged him were all refined by his Pure Lotus Divine Ability after he took them into the Refining Immortal Pot.

Although at this stage, the promotional effect on him was naturally not as good as the newly acquired Yin-Yang Dao Pill in his hand.

But it also brought many insights that swirled in his heart. Not to mention the numerous gains in knowledge.

At this moment, Qingli came over with her skirt trailing, and whispered a message to him.

"Oh? Really? Good, very good!" Fang Longye's eyes brightened.

He immediately abandoned the group of demon immortal subordinates who were already tipsy and came to a Sumeru Space that Qingli had casually opened.

He saw that amidst the swirling clouds and water, an elephant demon had revealed its original form; its hundred-zhang-sized body lay horizontally on the ground, unconscious, covered in wounds, and on the verge of death.

Pale blue dragon scales covered its body, with an elephant's body and a dragon's tail, and dragon claws on its four feet—a look of a Dragon-Elephant.

It was none other than the previous Longxiang Wang.

As for why this Demon King appeared here, it naturally stemmed from Fang Longye's 'kindness'.

He had previously specifically separated a group of men to search for the traces of the demon immortals who were treasure-hunting in the Honghu Dongfu.

The purpose was to lend a helping hand at the critical moment.

After all, being helpful was a beautiful virtue that Fang Longye had always pursued.

Of course, since he was so helpful, it was only natural for the other party to be grateful and repay the favor.

"Was this counter-killed by someone?" Because Longxiang Wang was seriously injured and his primordial spirit was scattered, Fang Longye easily understood the ins and outs from his thoughts.

That fellow Daoist Meng Huai was indeed worthy of being someone who could travel from Nanzhan Buzhou to Beiju Luzhou; he was truly remarkable.

After paying an unknown price, he actually fought his way out of the encirclement and disappeared.

"I just don't know how Meng Huai is doing now?" Fang Longye thought of this 'friend' he had met by chance.

If he could also take down Meng Huai, then the majority of the fortune gained from this trip to the Honghu Dongfu would be in his hands.

As for that mysterious Gu Huojin, Fang Longye never counted on being able to take advantage of him. He just acted as if this person didn't exist.

However, now that Longxiang Wang had ended up like this, the fellow Daoists who had followed him to block the road had all entered the underworld.

This Meng Huai, one would think, is likely no better off.

In any case, from the memories of Longxiang Wang, he could naturally see that this "friend" was clearly already suffering from heavy injuries.

"This won't do. After all, I had a pleasant conversation with this Brother Meng; how can I stand by and watch him die?" Fang Longye thought to himself.

"Qingli, send more people to continue the search. I want to see the person if alive, or the Corpse if dead!"

"As you command, Young Master~"

Brother Meng, oh Brother Meng, don't you go pushing yourself, and definitely don't run too far, or you'll be hard to find.

Fang Longye muttered in his heart.

Immediately, he turned back to the banquet. Such a joyous occasion naturally called for a few more cups to celebrate.

On the water-facing coast at the southeastern edge of Beiju Luzhou, it was pitch black, with jagged rocks piercing the sky.

Like the cold, uneven canine teeth of a giant beast, the surging tides slapped against the black stone coast in wave after wave, never ceasing.

Although it was separated by who knows how many billions of miles from the North Abyss, it was still incomparably bitter and cold.

The seawater was pitch black and the water temperature was extremely low; even standing on the shore, one felt waves of Yin cold chilling to the bone.

A desperate land of black water and bitter seas, of hard rocks, cold cliffs, and frozen water.

This is the North Sea.

The splendor of the North Sea Longgong as seen by outsiders is built upon the accumulation of time. If one truly compares them, the wealth and power of the North Sea Longgong is almost the most destitute among the Four Seas Longgong.

This is also the reason why the North Sea Dragon King is much more ruthless than his other three Dragon King brothers.

The environment tempers the will; the true North Sea has never been a place of comfort or gentleness.

From time to time, a few sparse, bald, strange, and ugly ferocious birds flew across the boundary where the sea met the land.

This proved that there were still signs of life in this bitter and cold place.

Sizzle—

A streak of lightning escape technique arrived from the inland of the north, transforming into a human figure as it landed; it was a man with a single horn on his forehead, wearing battle armor and holding a painted halberd.

It was precisely the "friend" Fang Longye was thinking of—Meng Huai.

Amidst the swirling purple lightning, as soon as Meng Huai stepped out of the escape light, he couldn't help but stumble.

He staggered a few more steps forward, then couldn't help but lean on his halberd, bowing his body to vomit a large mouthful of black blood.

"Ya!"

"Ya!"

Several black, hairless, ten-plus-zhang-sized strange birds with disgusting goosebumps were attracted by the smell of blood.

The ferocious-looking strange birds, spreading their thin, membrane-covered bat wings, circled incessantly above his head, letting out shrill, piercing cries.

The ferocious strange birds, with protruding skeletons and rugged skin, hovered in the sky, emitting shrill, restless cries of "ou-ya."

They were just waiting for Meng Huai to collapse so they could impatiently swoop down to taste blood and tear him into rotten meat to swallow.

In truth, Meng Huai, as a thunder beast with atavistic mutations, already counted as a Honghuang exotic species.

His flesh and blood had an unimaginable attraction to avian creatures. "Ugh—"

Vomiting until he was heart-broken and hoarse, Meng Huai, who had curled into a ball on the black rocks by the coast, spat out a mouthful of frothy black blood and finally stopped trembling all over.

He looked up at the strange birds above, a cold light flashing in his eyes, and pointed a finger; purple lightning shot out.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

Subtle sounds of flesh being torn rang out, the owl-like cries in the sky stopped abruptly, and the flying, circling postures of the noisy strange birds stiffened, falling straight down at an angle.

"Hehehe—"

Meng Huai let out a strange laugh, shakily propped himself up, walked over, and picked up the corpses of the strange birds.

Regardless of the poise he had maintained earlier, he endured the stench and ate these strange birds mouthful by mouthful, absorbing the essence within to restore his own exhausted Dharma.

That's right, that previous streak of purple lightning had been driven by the very last sliver of Dharma he had left.

Longxiang Wang had gathered seven or eight True Immortals to surround and kill him, yet they were nearly wiped out. Being able to achieve such a result naturally came at a price.

His primordial spirit was shattered, his Dharma exhausted, his physical body withered, and even his exotic Bloodline was nearing extinction.

His foundation was completely destroyed.

Thinking of this, he was filled with hatred, intertwined with regret.

This time, he had been too arrogant! It wasn't that he lacked trump cards, but he hadn't expected this Longxiang Wang to find an exotic treasure from somewhere that specifically countered him.

Caught off guard, he was hit directly; even after deploying his trump cards, he paid a heavy price, leading to his current predicament.

Why didn't he take spiritual medicine or immortal pills to restore his Dharma just now, instead of going to the trouble of killing those strange birds to supplement himself?

The reason was that, in his current state, he was too weak to absorb supplements and had no way to refine any spiritual medicine or immortal pills.

As long as he dared to consume spiritual medicine or immortal pills, he would inevitably explode and die. Even holy medicine specifically for healing was something he couldn't afford to take now.

Unless it was the spiritual pills produced by the legendary Laojun, he wouldn't dare to swallow them at all.

Finding a place that barely blocked the wind, he lay directly on the stone cliff. He used his hands as a pillow, curled his body into a ball, and just like that, pillowing the sea breeze, he exhaled thin, long breaths.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, his thoughts turned; for now, he could only slowly capture some blood-food and supplement himself bit by bit to recover.

He wondered if the Yin-Yang Dao Pill he obtained could effectively alleviate the problem of his exotic Bloodline fading.

Yes, he only hoped for alleviation.

He knew clearly that his own problems were not so easily solved.

Just as he was pondering, he suddenly saw a brilliant, gorgeous radiance appear in the firmament.

At first, it was just a glimmering point, but after half a breath, it revealed its true form.

What a magnificent Great Peng; one could see its bird head and golden wings, its red eyes and divine gaze, its wings spread wide, covering the surroundings, its long tail feathers rising into mid-air, obscuring everything around it.

Beneath its belly was a pair of sharp feet, rows of sharp claws, each one like a hook, flashing with cold light.

"Huh?" A sound of surprise was heard; although it was only a soft utterance, it echoed in the surroundings, lingering for a long time.

A divine light shot out from his eyes, shining upon the area around Meng Huai, dazzling and eye-catching.

Rippling in layers, the hexagram images emerged and vanished.

There was a sharpness, ready to burst forth.

Immediately, it descended toward his position.

"Not good!" Meng Huai wanted to stand up at once, but his body was limp, and he found it impossible to move at all.

He smiled bitterly again and again; this time, he had truly left his life in Bei Zhou!

The wings that hung from the sky flapped, and light like halos and wheels burst forth between the feathers, reflecting into the surroundings, suffusing a reddish-gold, dyeing the void with Generating Light.

Getting closer and closer, one could see with the naked eye its golden feathers standing up one by one, crystal clear and translucent, entwined with fine rays of light.

Meng Huai closed his eyes, preparing to stretch out his neck for the slaughter.

Yet he never expected that this Great Peng would reach out with its sharp claws, grasp him in its palm, and then spread its wings, with the weather of thunder and wind enveloping the space between them.

Immediately, it plunged into the Yunxiao, leaving behind only the empty coastline, with waves crashing in succession.

……

Cangmang Mountain.

The ocean was deep and vast, with water surging to the sky. Auspicious light shrouded the Yunxiao, and propitious energy illuminated the mountains and rivers.

The eight treasure mountains that had been newly moved over surrounded Cangmang Mountain, dotted amidst the water. They merged with the Daoist temple, enhancing the Creation Spiritual Essence of the entire Daoist temple.

Peaks were stacked, with a thousand hills and ten thousand gullies, ancient trees reaching the sky, and flowers blooming in clusters; at sunrise, the mountain streams touched the clouds, and at the rise of stars, solitary geese soared in the sky. It bloomed with brilliance through the ages, knowing the dreams of the mountain passes.

The entire Daoist temple became increasingly strange, magnificent, and spectacular.

Fang Longye had led a group of demon immortals and demon followers back to his own Daoist temple for more than half a month.

This trip had been a full harvest.

From top to bottom, everyone wore a joyful face.

Not to mention the private gains of the demon subordinates below, even for Fang Longye himself, the abundance of his gains had kept him busy sorting them out for half a month.

After all, the three loose factions he had destroyed were entities accustomed to robbing and plundering on a daily basis.

There were still quite a few good things.

For example, this piece of black, seemingly unremarkable broken iron in his hand.

It had not a shred of spiritual charm, and there was even all sorts of red rust growing on it.

Only the Aura of Divine Malice inside, which was like the Abyssal Sea, proved that it was not simple.

Tiger Soul Fragment!

That's right, it was a fragment of that legendary fierce weapon of Chiyou, the Tiger Soul Blade!

Fang Longye did not know whether this Tiger Soul Fragment had been passed down from the ancestors of that Iron-Eating Beast family, or if they had robbed it while acting as bandits.

But that was not important.

What was important was how he should utilize this Tiger Soul Fragment.

Should he use it for trade, or forge it into the Panlong Spear? The Tiger Soul Blade—this was a peerless divine weapon that had once contended with the Xuanyuan Sword of Xuanyuan Huangdi!

With his current ability, he really had no way to smelt this fragment into the Panlong Spear.

Moreover, precisely because it originated from the weapon of the great figure Chiyou, the strength of the traces of the Great Dao stained within it was unimaginable.

If he rashly forged it together with the Panlong, even if he succeeded, the Panlong Spear would likely no longer be the Panlong Spear.

A divine weapon that did not fit his own Dao, no matter how strong, was definitely not what he sought.

Of course, for the time being, this Tiger Soul Fragment was not impossible to utilize.

Fang Longye summoned the Panlong Spear, comparing the malice contained within both.

Even though the Panlong Spear had followed him in countless slaughters and was stained with peerless malice, when compared to the Aura of Divine Malice in this Tiger Soul Fragment.

It was simply like showing off one's axe before a master, a child dancing with a blade; it was not worth mentioning.

Malice and Divine Malice—a difference of one word, a difference of heaven and earth.

In his view, it could almost be compared to the gap between the acquired and the innate.

The malice that Fang Longye had specifically absorbed into the Panlong Spear was merely formed by slaughtering a few living beings, and could be obtained quite easily.

Wanting to sublimate it into the Aura of Divine Malice was extremely difficult, and by no means an easy task.

Besides having power thousands or ten thousand times greater than ordinary malice, the Aura of Divine Malice was also very pure; its Aura was not as impure as ordinary malice, making it easier for one to control.

And it was said that when the Aura of Divine Malice accumulated to a certain extent, it was enough to destroy everything.

In short, for a divine weapon, the Aura of Divine Malice was a good thing.

And even if he could not completely forge the Tiger Soul Fragment for the time being, he could still extract a little Aura of Divine Malice and integrate it into the Panlong Spear to enhance the power of the divine weapon.

Fang Longye weighed the Tiger Soul Fragment in his hand, which was a divine object concealing its own brilliance, his eyes flickering.

Besides these methods of utilization, this kind of divine object had another function—

It could be used to comprehend the Great Dao of the great figure Chiyou.

Through the traces of the Dao in this fragment, he could even obtain some of the memories, or even the cultivation techniques and divine abilities, of the great figure Chiyou.

Although this was very difficult, it was absolutely not a fantasy.

For existences above the Golden Immortal Realm, even if the years were long, they could not blur the traces they left behind.

All sorts of information remained as traces in heaven and earth, circulating in the world.

Previously, Fang Longye had been able to gain quite a few insights through the array set up by a Golden Immortal Realm Green Jade Sword Butterfly.

Let alone the traces of the Dao contained within the personal divine weapon of this great figure, Chiyou.

"I'm afraid this fragment is my greatest harvest from this trip!"

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How embarrassing! When I went to sleep last night, I clearly remembered setting the update to upload at six o'clock. Only now did I discover it didn't upload~ 4500 words, making up for the missed updates from the previous two days~

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