Chapter 115: Eight-Armed Evil Dragon

"You... you..."

Xiao Chen widened his eyes, looking at the young man outlined by the void, and his stuttering words were somewhat incoherent.

Zhang Xuan looked at Xiao Chen, who still had bloodstains on him and a dumbfounded expression, and smiled slightly.

Xiao Chen was not very old at this time, around twenty years of age, and his appearance could be considered handsome.

His face had sharp, well-defined features; one look told you he was a person of firm and decisive character.

It was just that his aura, as sensed at this very moment, was not particularly strong, and his internal Origin was likewise not extremely powerful.

"So, that means?"

Zhang Xuan's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but look toward the sea. In the golden ocean, an eight-armed evil dragon, standing over ten zhang tall, was slowly walking from the sea, its mouth clamped around a peculiar sea beast over a zhang long.

At this moment, fresh blood was continuously flowing down its scales, and a ferocious, brutal Desolate Ancient aura drifted over.

Xiao Chen was also carefully sizing up Zhang Xuan at this very moment.

Although they were in the same Chat Group and had chatted many times, Xiao Chen was not very familiar with Zhang Xuan and did not know him well.

The only thing he knew a little bit was that this person named Zhang Xuan seemed very generous.

Not long ago, the Blood Bodhi he had consumed completely healed his injuries and even allowed his cultivation realm to achieve a certain breakthrough on its original foundation.

Such a treasure was hard to obtain in the Human Realm, yet the other party had casually sent out ten of them; basically, every active person in the Chat Group had one.

It could be said that the other party was quite magnanimous and generous.

At this moment, he carefully observed the young man before him. The young man had a tall stature and a heavy, majestic aura. Standing there, he faintly merged with the surrounding heaven and earth, giving a sense of harmony between man and nature.

When he gazed at him, it was as if he were gazing at a massive mountain peak.

At the same time, it seemed as if a savage dragon was hidden within the other party's body. Standing by his side, one could feel the pressure from within even more clearly; it was truly like standing beside an ancient tyrannosaur.

"The physical body is perfect and flawless, and the blood and Qi are extremely vigorous, far more formidable than even those I have seen who specialize in cultivating the physique.

Yet, he does not have the weaknesses in the primordial spirit that such people who specialize in the physical body have. His primordial spirit is not only not weak, but on the contrary, it is extremely powerful, having reached the level of internal and external harmony and the unity of man and nature."

Xiao Chen was suddenly quite shocked. He thought of the level set for him by the Chat Group; he was Tier 3, while Zhang Xuan seemed to be Tier 4.

It was only one level higher, but he felt that if this person before him wanted to kill him, he might not even need a single move. That massive spiritual power alone, once mobilized, could make him freeze on the spot and wait for death.

"Be careful!"

A gentle force permeated a patch of heaven and earth. Zhang Xuan and Xiao Chen both instantly merged with the surrounding environment, becoming completely inconspicuous.

Even if someone cast their gaze here, it would be difficult to feel anything unusual, and they would naturally ignore them.

Boom, boom, boom!

The earth was trembling, and the sand and stones on the beach were jumping. That massive eight-armed evil dragon was walking over from the ocean bit by bit.

A fierce aura bloomed in this area without any concealment.

It made this area deathly silent, and Xiao Chen felt extremely oppressed.

But fortunately, Zhang Xuan stood before him, blocking all the storms.

He watched Zhang Xuan very nervously, only to find that Zhang Xuan was not watching him, but had cast his gaze toward the nearby beach, his eyes fixed on the massive eight-armed evil dragon.

There was not much fear in the other party's gaze; instead, there was a hint of longing.

"You are interested in this dragon?"

That eight-armed evil dragon, which existed in myths and legends, lay on the beach after eating its fill, seemingly fallen into a deep sleep, with breathing sounds like thunder.

Xiao Chen relaxed slightly, and Zhang Xuan withdrew his gaze at this time, smiling: "I am not just interested in this dragon; I am interested in all the dragons on this island."

The Ancient Stele that suppresses the Dragon Race for eternity sits on Long Dao. For everyone in this world, it is a negative buff; everyone who comes here is oppressed, and those whose strength is below the demigod realm find even flying to be a major problem.

The Dragon Race is under the greatest oppression. They possess the strongest physical bodies and primordial spirits, not only having invincible blood and Qi, but also possessing superior intelligence.

But under this oppression, their intelligence is completely suppressed, their divinity disappears, and only their bestial nature remains.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, with Zhang Xuan and Xiao Chen on this beach, it would be impossible to avoid the detection of the eight-armed evil dragon.

With the blood and Qi displayed by the eight-armed evil dragon, it is completely not inferior to a powerful existence of the Immortal Embryo Realm. If its divinity were not suppressed, it would easily have the ability to move mountains and fill seas.

Weak existences like Zhang Xuan and Xiao Chen hiding nearby would be easily discovered by it, and then trampled to death by the other party like crushing an ant.

But now, the other party is just like a wild beast, possessing only the most primitive instincts.

For Zhang Xuan, this is the best opportunity.

"Although there is a certain amount of risk, this is the best opportunity to practice the Indestructible Heavenly Art. By struggling as a weak ant, it is truly possible to swallow a Dragon King in one go."

"Interested in them?"

Xiao Chen was startled and waved his hands repeatedly, saying: "Brother Zhang Xuan, although your strength is great, wanting to confront this kind of monster head-on, I fear it is very difficult..."

In fact, if it weren't for the benefits he had previously received from Zhang Xuan, Xiao Chen wouldn't have spoken so tactfully.

In his perception, Zhang Xuan did indeed resemble a mountain peak, but that was only a resemblance; the eight-armed evil dragon was truly, genuinely like a standing mountain ridge.

"No matter, no need to worry too much!"

Zhang Xuan exhaled gently, his internal Indestructible Heavenly Art and Eight-Nine Profound Art operating simultaneously. Feeling the rich Heaven and Earth Essence and the ubiquitous Immortal Substance between heaven and earth, he took a breath, feeling somewhat intoxicated.

"Truly a Dongtian Fudi!"

Zhang Xuan sighed sincerely. Compared to Earth in the Zhetian World, the richness of the essence and the density of the Immortal Substance in this world were enough to almost make him faint from a single breath.

It was as if someone who had walked in the desert for three years had suddenly jumped into the Yangtze River; the two feelings were truly worlds apart.

Compared to Zhang Xuan's calm and composure, Xiao Chen was not like that at all.

The eight-armed evil dragon not far away was covered in silver scales all over its body; a single scale was over a meter long and ten centimeters wide.

On its back grew rows of barbs, hundreds of sharp barbs that made one look and feel cold.

The eight thick arms made this monster appear even more ferocious and terrifying.

In the ancient myths and legends of the Nine Provinces, this monster lived in the ocean and could stir up boundless giant waves; no ship that encountered it at sea ever survived.

In the area where it operated, it could contend head-on with the Sea God of the ocean; it was a terrifying monster from myths and legends.

If he could, Xiao Chen would not want to stay on this island full of dragons at all; he really wanted to go straight to Chang Sheng Jie and practice silently in Chang Sheng Jie.

Even if he were given two sets of guts, he would not dare to scheme against this massive monster.

Zhang Xuan did not speak, merely observing that area silently while simultaneously sensing Xiao Chen's state.

Practicing the Indestructible Heavenly Art, he was extremely sensitive to the Origin of various powerful figures; as it stood now, Xiao Chen's Origin was somewhat more robust than that of a normal person.

However, compared to a true King Body or Divine Body, there was still a vast difference, from which it could be judged that Xiao Chen had not yet swallowed the Dragon Egg of that Eight-Armed Evil Dragon.

Yes, the terrifying and ferocious monster before them was a female Eight-Armed Evil Dragon, and she was already pregnant; she would be laying eggs before long.

Zhang Xuan was extremely knowledgeable about the opening situation of the earliest stages of Chang Sheng Jie.

Xiao Chen, a cultivator who was not particularly famous in the Human Realm, had seen the guards around a Princess killing people at will and, in a fit of rage, struck out, killing thirteen Iron-Armored Guards in succession, as well as the personal maid of that Princess, and was consequently hunted down by her.

Through a stroke of luck, he fled before Lanno, who was about to achieve Martial Arts Shattering the Void.

It just so happened that when that Goddess was shattering the void there, Xiao Chen was lucky enough to shatter the void together with that person, who possessed the highest talent and brilliance in thousands of years, and arrived at Long Dao.

Moreover, the timing of Xiao Chen's arrival here was most appropriate; as one of the most powerful races in Chang Sheng Jie, the Dragon Race's most powerful batch of Dragon Kings were all suppressed on Long Dao, suppressed by that ancient Heavenly Stele, their divinity obscured, leaving only pure bestiality.

This was something the Dragon Race could not tolerate, and after accumulating for many years, the Dragon Race finally made a change.

Taking advantage of the old generation of Ancestor Dragon dying and the new generation of Ancestor Dragon about to be born, all the top Dragon Kings were laying eggs during this period, intending to let many Dragon Kings be born to struggle together and fight their way to a true Ancestor Dragon.

At the same time, they were using this rare opportunity to break this ancient seal.

Through a stroke of luck, Xiao Chen had eaten an Eight-Armed Evil Dragon's Dragon Egg shortly after Martial Arts Shattering the Void.

But now, in Zhang Xuan's sensing, there was no powerful Origin within Xiao Chen's body, which meant that the Eight-Armed Evil Dragon had not yet laid its eggs, and other powerful Dragon Kings on Long Dao had not yet spawned either.

This was Zhang Xuan's greatest opportunity.

During this period, any Dragon Egg born by any dragon on Long Dao had the potential to become an Ancestor Dragon; the life Essence within them was unimaginably vigorous, and the depth of their Origin was also unimaginable.

What was most special was that their parents were all in a beast-like state and no one was protecting them, making it the most suitable place to practice the Indestructible Heavenly Art.

To overtake others on the path of cultivation and have a faster cultivation speed than those protagonists who encountered one miracle after another, one had to seize the best opportunities, and the opportunity here now was the best.

"The technique I practice is similar to yours."

Seeing that the beach had gradually quieted down, Zhang Xuan withdrew his gaze and sat casually on the beach, chatting with Xiao Chen, the protagonist of destiny of this world.

As soon as he spoke, Xiao Chen was startled; he was originally the son of a fishing family by the Yellow River.

Normally, it would have been impossible for him to step onto the path of the jianghu, let alone possess the strength to fight royal guards; the reason it was so was because when he was young, the Yellow River dried up, revealing a Heavenly Stele at the bottom of the river.

In his childhood, he was ignorant and, relying on his memory, recorded the ancient patterns on the Heavenly Stele and practiced according to those steps; he never expected that he would actually cultivate an extremely powerful martial art.

Originally, Xiao Chen only felt that his own inheritance was quite good; later, after joining the Chat Group and knowing his own fate, he deeply understood how formidable his Heavenly Stele Mysterious Technique was, which could be counted as one of the strongest techniques in this world.

And Zhang Xuan saying that the technique he practiced was similar to his could not help but make Xiao Chen's heart tremble.

Zhang Xuan saw Xiao Chen's unease; although this son of a fishing family by the Yellow River did not have a high background, his character was extremely high.

His talent and brilliance were not outstanding compared to a host of Legend-level figures, but he had walked to the very end, and his character was very tenacious.

Moreover, there was an inextricable connection between this world and Earth, and various mythological figures also originated from Earth's myths; Zhang Xuan naturally had a certain fondness for Xiao Chen, so he explained in detail: "It is similar to the Heavenly Stele Mysterious Technique you practice, but not exactly the same.

The technique I practice can only transform the Origin of corresponding living beings into my own Origin; it has no way to be like your Heavenly Stele Mysterious Technique, where all kinds of spiritual objects of heaven and earth can be swallowed into the acupoints to become your foundation."

Xiao Chen was still somewhat confused, but he breathed a sigh of relief nonetheless.

He had not taught the ancient Heavenly Stele Mysterious Law to anyone yet, and he had just thought that Zhang Xuan had obtained the Heavenly Stele Mysterious Law through the Chang Sheng Jie he had displayed.

After a brief explanation, the two fell into silence.

Zhang Xuan took a Kunlun Flat Peach from his bosom, broke it in half with force, and gave half to Xiao Chen and half to himself.

The two sat on the beach chatting like this, neither having any intention of entering the forest.

Xiao Chen understood the story on Long Dao and knew that huge crises were hidden in these forests.

The creatures capable of living with the Dragon Race on this island were all terrifying and strange ancient existences.

It was unknown how many exotic species from the ancient era were hidden in the forest; a moment of carelessness would lead to death, and when he approached the forest during the day, he had even seen a golden centipede several feet long.

Before his corresponding strength improved further, Xiao Chen did not intend to walk into the forest to take risks.

As for Zhang Xuan, he had no intention of entering the forest at the moment; he was quietly listening to the low, pained cries that the Eight-Armed Evil Dragon had been emitting since the afternoon.

That Eight-Armed Evil Dragon was laying eggs.

Whether it was the Eight-Nine Profound Art or the Indestructible Heavenly Art, both could sense that the life of that Eight-Armed Evil Dragon, whose life force was terrifyingly vigorous, was fluctuating at a certain level.

The moonlight was like water; Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, inhaling and exhaling the essence of heaven, earth, the sun, and the moon, and Zhang Xuan performed the same movements with him.

However, Zhang Xuan's cultivation movements were much larger than Xiao Chen's; large swathes of Essence poured into his body, and the Great Dao Treasure Bottle Seal above his head not only inhaled and exhaled the essence of heaven, earth, the sun, and the moon, but even the surrounding Essence gathered toward him crazily, making the concentration of Essence around him much denser than the surroundings.

It even vaguely formed a barrier of spiritual energy.

(End of this chapter)