Chapter 423: Undying Heart, the Arrival of the Otsutsuki

Hooo!

Above the Arena, blood-red colors intertwined.

The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of explosive collisions, and the pain suppressed in their throats.

No one expected that the battle between the Demon Lord and Heilong would actually become so scorching.

Abandoning divine abilities, abandoning techniques, abandoning brains and wisdom—the Great Dao is simple!

At this moment, the Demon Lord lay on the ground, his upper body basically full of holes; Heilong was the same, covered in holes, with fresh blood flowing continuously.

However, for the two of them, these were not problems at all; how could physical pain compare to the pleasure of the soul?

In the spectator stands.

Yuwen Tuo let out a slight sigh of relief; he did not expect Chonglou to have such a hobby. Fortunately, he had been much more restrained during his own sparring match; otherwise, if he had been this wild, his lifelong reputation would have been ruined in an instant.

"So, who counts as the winner?" Xu Que asked.

"I don't know, let's see how the Chat Group judges it," Ye Fan said.

"Tsk tsk, it has a bit of that violent aesthetic to it," Morgana said.

"They have awakened the true nature deep within each other's hearts," Xuanzang said.

"Holy Monk, your insight is profound, hitting the nail on the head. Only similar people together can spark a chemical reaction," Baiyue Jiaozhu said.

"Wait, Baiyue Jiaozhu, you are an Immortal Cultivator, and even if you dabble in science, it's only theoretical—how do you know about chemical reactions?" Tony asked.

Baiyue was silent for a second and said, "I don't know either, it just slipped out."

"Alright then," Tony shrugged.

Baiyue was also strange; how did he know about chemical reactions?

"This battle, I am very happy."

Heilong said deeply, his gaze fixed on Chonglou, his breathing heavy.

Chonglou stood up, the Undying Heart restoring his body, and said calmly, "I am also very happy. It has been a long time since I fought so bloodily. Your strength is not bad."

"You as well; you are a worthy opponent, truly deserving of being the Six Realms Supreme," Heilong said.

He never praised others, because those who could catch his eye were few and far between.

"You too, truly deserving of being the Lord of the Divine Realm, the Creator God. But soon, I will become even stronger; I hope you can keep up," Demon Lord Chonglou said.

After this battle, the idea of devouring the Demon Ancestor Essence Blood grew even stronger in his mind.

Previously, he had always feared being backlashed by the Demon Ancestor, but as the number of group members increased, his cultivation progress had become very slow, reaching the limit of his world. If he did not borrow external forces, he would never be able to step into another realm of heaven and earth.

"How about we call this battle a draw?" Heilong asked, his gaze filled with respect.

"Agreed." Heilong nodded.

"This match is a draw," the voice of the Chat Group sounded.

"Ding, battle reward triggered, randomly obtained one Undying Heart."

"Ding, battle reward triggered, randomly obtained Color Realm Divine Power, Myriad Manifestation Realm Divine Power, Jingang Realm Divine Power, Blood Spear!"

The Demon Lord and Tian stood frozen in place, unable to help but look at each other.

"This is?"

Heilong took out the rewarded Undying Heart, and saw a scarlet heart beating in his palm, filled with incredible vitality.

Chonglou subconsciously clutched his own heart; fortunately, he could hear his own heartbeat, so he let out a sigh of relief and said:

"This is the Undying Heart of a Demon Lord. Possessing this heart is equivalent to possessing an undying body, eternal life, and the ability to rapidly recover from injuries, free from disaster and calamity, roaming the Three Realms and Six Paths."

"What, the Undying Heart! Could it be!"

Heilong looked at the Undying Heart in his hand with pleasant surprise, a bold idea budding in his mind.

If this Undying Heart could grant an undying body and eternal life, then if he transplanted it into the heart of his wife, Bailong, could he bring his wife back from the dead?

His wife, Bailong, was one of the five great ancient Dragon Gods.

Because of the selfishness and betrayal of the Ancient God Race leader Pangu, Pangu severely wounded Bailong, leaving her dying.

Although Heilong wiped out Pangu and slaughtered the entire Ancient God Race alone because of this, he still could not save Bailong.

Bailong's origin was shattered, beyond saving, and even with Changsheng Jie Shenli, she could not be healed; for many years, she could only be maintained with Blood Crystal.

Chonglou was not just a brute who only knew how to fight; he roughly knew what Heilong was thinking and said:

"Rest assured, as long as there is still a breath left, transplanting this heart can revive her, and she will be far better than before."

Hearing this, Heilong's gaze was firm, but he felt a little strange; thinking about Chonglou's heart being in his wife's chest felt very bizarre.

Logically speaking, this heart was a replica of Chonglou's; if Bailong fused with the heart, would she be tainted by Chonglou's personality or memories!

Immediately, the two returned to the Arena.

"Congratulations, Big Brother Tian. Even a draw can trigger a reward; this Undying Heart is a good treasure," Ye Fan congratulated.

"It's alright," Tian replied, though his expression remained cold and stern, he was not as unapproachable as before.

Here, he was not the high and mighty, supreme Tian, but Heilong, just an ordinary group member.

"However, I still have a suggestion, Tian. There are many ways in the Chat Group to save your wife; you don't necessarily have to use the Undying Heart. You can wait a bit longer. After all, think about it, your wife using the heart of a big old man..." Wang Wu said.

"Sword Immortal Wang, are you looking down on this seat?" Chonglou's face darkened, looking displeased.

"Not at all." Wang Wu hurriedly retreated behind Xuanzang.

"Delay leads to changes. Since there is a chance to revive your wife, then seize it; unlike me, I don't even have the opportunity," Ming Wang said.

Ming Wang's wife was a princess of the Phoenix Clan, but unfortunately, she had long since died in the conflict between the White Tiger Clan and the Wolf Tribe.

Currently, the only way to revive her was the Resurrection Crystal, but it required 120,000 points, which was not easy to obtain.

Seeing that Tian had a chance to revive his wife, Ming Wang spoke with feeling.

"I will." Heilong nodded.

"But who is coming to the Arena to fight a match next?" Ye Fan said.

Xu Que fixed his gaze on Ye Fan and said kindly, "Say, Brother Ye, how about we have a fight? You go a little easy on me, and we'll call it a draw."

"..." Ye Fan.

"I'll go."

The decrepit Madara stood up, his expression resolute.

"No way, Grandpa Madara, you're so old; if anyone fights you, they'll be accused of scamming you," Ye Fan said.

"Right, they'll say we don't respect the elderly or cherish the young," Xu Que chimed in.

"Then what should I do?"

Madara frowned; the reason he wanted to challenge someone was because he had seen the benefits.

Furthermore, although he looked decrepit in the Virtual Space, it did not affect his strength, which was the opposite of the real world.

"You can choose to match with opponents from other worlds, but it requires one thousand points."

At this moment, the voice of the bystander, Group Leader Yan Shuangying, rang out.

"I have no points," Madara said.

"Ahem, then this Group Owner will use my authority to open a match for you first; you can pay it back once you have points later," Yan Shuangying said.

"Fine."

The next second, Madara's body appeared on the Arena.

And Madara's image on the Arena changed drastically; he was no longer decrepit, but had a head of black hair, a tall and upright posture, and sharp eyes, with the Three-Tomoe in his pupils rapidly spinning into a Mangekyo Sharingan, an Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, and finally the Rinnegan!

But under his control, they turned back into normal black pupils.

Madara's art style collapsed at this moment; he looked at his youthful arms and the surging power, and let out a long roar toward the sky:

"Hahaha, this is the power of youth!"

How many years has it been? To experience this power once again is truly intoxicating and mesmerizing.

If only I could stay in this moment forever.

"Matching with opponents from the heavens, matching in progress, match successful!"

"Matched opponent, Otsutsuki..."

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