Chapter 336: [Yan Ruyu Battles the Wan Longnv]

A single lotus in the eternal blue sky, leaving only a sigh in the void. The Sages yearned for it; if they were to see it again, it would likely be after one hundred thousand years.

Many of them, if they didn't seal themselves in divine sources, were afraid they wouldn't live to see that era.

Only Gai Jiuyou had a glimmer of hope, taking the Undying Medicine to sprint toward the Emperor Dao. A life of extreme brilliance was the beginning of his life; he had hope to pursue the footsteps of the Qing Emperor and see his back.

Radiance flowed. Gai Jiuyou shook his head and walked to the Eternal Dragon Cave, chanting the God-Crossing Art created by the Heavenly Emperor of the Southern Ridge, purifying the evil thoughts of the Holy Spirit and awakening the kindness deep within its heart.

"No!"

The Dragon Cave Holy Spirit struggled, a ferocious look appearing on its face. It would rather die than become another 'me'.

However, it was only at the eighth level of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, and ultimately not at the perfection of the ninth level, far from being a match for a Supreme.

Gai Jiuyou just unleashed a few Dao seals, and the dreamlike dragon marrow Holy Spirit in the dragon cave instantly solidified, like a petrified Buddha, its face revealing a peaceful look.

A bit of holy light emerged, like a rain of light falling. The Holy Spirit sat in the middle, flowing with heaven-startling aura, as if it were about to feather and ascend to immortality.

Its expression also changed from ferocious, terrifying, and roaring to peaceful, holy, and tranquil, giving people a feeling of endless intimacy.

"Good, good."

The dreamlike Holy Spirit achieved great enlightenment, holding the Taihuang Sword and automatically cutting off its own evil thoughts, revealing a (>^ω^<) expression.

It put its hands together, smiled slightly, and said: "Only today do I know that I am me. Thank you, fellow Daoist Gai Jiuyou, for the grace of enlightenment, and thank you, fellow Daoist Qing Emperor, for the guidance."

It was clearly such a harmonious scene, yet the Sages felt a chill, this was the distortion of human nature.

The Holy Spirit that was just shouting to kill them was now so friendly—it was truly terrifying to think about.

"Is fellow Daoist still fellow Daoist?"

Gai Jiuyou's eyes were deep, as if there were galaxies being born and destroyed, universe reincarnation, exploring the ultimate mystery, and he asked in a deep voice: "The physical body hasn't changed, the Primordial Spirit hasn't changed, why has the temperament changed so much?"

"I am still me."

"The past me was evil, the current me is bright."

The dreamlike Holy Spirit smiled peacefully and said indifferently: "I acknowledge the past me and am willing to atone for the past. Now I have abandoned darkness for light, my heart is full of light, and I have embraced everything."

During the conversation, the dreamlike dragon marrow Holy Spirit activated the ancestral roots of the dragon veins, letting the mother plant split off some divine marrow, and then gifted it to everyone as a token of apology.

This kind of divine object was comparable to an ancient medicine king, capable of extending the life of a Great Sage, healing the wounds of a Quasi-Emperor, and even having some effect on a Supreme.

The Sages were silent, and Gai Jiuyou sighed.

This was like condensing a reincarnation seal, an Emperor's corpse becoming spiritual—whether I am me, others cannot judge, it can only be judged by one's own heart.

If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't.

Regardless of whether others believed it or not, Lin Xian believed it anyway.

He stepped forward quickly to the dragon cave, cupped his hands in congratulations, and said loudly: "Congratulations to the senior for cutting off the self and clarifying the Dao, living a new life. This is a supreme Great Dao. In the future, becoming an Emperor might not be incomparable to the Luan Gu Great Emperor."

The Sages of the Eastern Wasteland felt a sense of nausea in their hearts. Actively cutting off, passively cutting off—is this the same thing? Why didn't you say it was comparable to the Ruthless Emperor?

Unexpectedly, the Holy Spirit that had abandoned darkness for light and reformed itself ate this up.

This is the art of language.

God-Crossing Art = Cutting Self Clarifying Dao Art, anyway, they were all divine arts produced by the Ruthless Emperor.

"Thanks to the little friend's auspicious words."

The dreamlike Holy Spirit laughed, reached out and picked a few more dreamlike divine marrows, and gifted them to Lin Xian and Yan Ruyu, taking great care of the two descendants of the Qing Emperor.

"Finally bit into a Holy Spirit."

Lin Xian was overjoyed, and Yan Ruyu by his side also received great benefits.

"I seem to have understood the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes and realized the ancestor's inheritance."

Yan Ruyu said softly, detaching from the Dao enlightenment realm, the light of wisdom appearing in her bright eyes.

These years of bitter cultivation, plus refining the Emperor's blood, made her bloodline return to the ancestors. Just now, the Qing Emperor passed the last divine intent to Yan Ruyu, which was no less than a Great Emperor's teaching.

If Yan Ruyu in the Eastern Wasteland was only at the level of an Emperor's grandchild, slightly inferior to Wan Longnv, then now, this demon princess was a genuine Emperor's daughter, with bloodline inheritance and Primordial Spirit Dao, all possessed.

In cyan clothes, skin like congealed fat, peerless in elegance, her aura even vaguely suppressed the Imperial Daughter!

The Qing Emperor was stronger than the Wan Longhuang, so the Qing Emperor's daughter was naturally far superior to the Wan Longnv.

However, as a generation of heaven's pride, the daughter of an ancient emperor, how could Wan Longnv be willing to be inferior? If she retreated, it wouldn't just be her losing, but proving that the Dragon Emperor was not as good as the Qing Emperor.

"I avoid her edge? A joke."

"The Dragon Emperor has never been weaker than anyone in his life!"

The Dragon Girl sneered, her purple hair fluttering, her clothes dancing, her different-colored eyes as bright as diamonds, looking down on the world.

Facing the peerless Yan Ruyu, she didn't retreat but advanced, holding her head high, seemingly concerned: "Sister has received the Qing Emperor's favor, her cultivation has reached the creation, it is truly gratifying. I suppose she will break through the Immortal Platform Secret Realm soon."

Genuine Emperor's children, like Wan Longnv, Saint Prince, and Ji Zi, were all at the peak of the Immortal Second Realm.

The descendants of the Great Emperor, without bloodline blessing, had a slightly lower realm, like Jiang Yifei and others, standing at the Immortal First level.

Only Yan Ruyu had a thin bloodline, returning to the ancestors step by step, and now she was barely at the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, sitting at the same table as Ye Fan.

The gap between them was self-evident.

The scene was instantly quiet. The Sages laughed and muttered: "The weather is good today, suitable for visiting friends. Shall we go visit the fellow Daoists in Jiuli?"

"That's fine, that's fine." The Sages of the Eastern Wasteland left in groups of three or five to smooth out the aftermath of the battle in the Qin Mountains.

For a time, several Emperor's children and heaven's pride also sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, quietly took a step back, and protected Lin Xian in front.

Yan Ruyu's expression moved, beautiful enough to topple cities and countries, her eyebrows slightly raised, looking at the Dragon Girl, and she smiled softly: "Sister is young and shallow, her cultivation is shallow, after all, not as long as sister's cultivation years, her temperament is calm, and her realm is high."

Long cultivation years?

Little bitch, I'm only twenty years old, younger than you.

Wan Longnv bit her silver teeth, unable to suppress the anger in her eyes. Women, no matter what realm or status, hate others saying they are old.

"Oh, almost forgot." Yan Ruyu smiled, like clear water coming out of a hibiscus, a lotus blooming, and said leisurely: "Sister is of the Ancient Royal Clan. Calculating carefully, you are not a person of this age, having already passed a million years."

"Thinking about it, Saint Master Lin and I should respectfully call you senior."

Rumble!

Invisibly, it was as if the universe exploded and heaven and earth collided.

One was an Emperor's daughter, bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, burning like a hibiscus coming out of green waves. The other was a Dragon Girl, purple hair flying, exotic style, naturally possessing a noble temperament.

Needle against wheat, the atmosphere was tense for a moment, as if touching the reverse scale of a true dragon.

A coldness flashed in the Dragon Girl's eyes, her voice like an eternal ice hell, laughing in extreme anger: "Cultivation is not about years, but about seeing the true meaning. Since sister respectfully calls me senior, why don't we discuss the Dao?"

"Discuss the Dao?" Yan Ruyu's aura changed, like an eternal green lotus, her bloodline was incomparably pure, her Primordial Spirit was flawless and complete, she no longer lacked foundation, her voice was ethereal, and she smiled softly: "I am only at the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, how can I defeat senior, this Immortal Second powerhouse."

"As the saying goes, husband and wife are one body. Why don't Lin Xian and I join hands to challenge senior?"

In an instant, the eyes of the Emperor's daughter and the Imperial Daughter collided, truly heaven-collapsing and earth-shattering, with an invisible momentum.

Immediately after, the two gazes fell on Lin Xian at the same time, like Mount Tai pressing down, the galaxy collapsing, pressing Saint Master Lin until he could hardly breathe.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 337 =====