Chapter 1175: Eternal Life: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Chapter 1175 — Gui Xu Master!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing's Divine Sense probed into the water, and he could sense countless Dragon Bones sunk at the bottom, row upon row, column upon column, simply shocking to behold.

And at the center of Gui Xu.

There were no buildings there, only a contour so massive it surpassed comprehension.

It was too large, so large that even separated by who knows how many li, its blurry shadow alone occupied half the field of vision.

It looked as though the Dragon Tomb was merely a part of its body.

No, to be precise.

All the buildings, all the towers and domes, were merely attached to its surface.

The Dragon Qi here was dense to a degree visible to the Naked Eye.

Streaks of Dragon Qi, like Aurora, rose from the surface, reflecting the dark Sky into a golden Dusk.

But at the same time, its death Qi was dense enough to make even Xu Zhangqing feel discomfort.

Countless dead Dragon souls, like fireflies, shuttled and swam between the Dragon Qi and death Qi, emitting low Dragon chants.

Land of Dead Silence!

Think as he might, this was the only description Xu Zhangqing's mind could conjure.

He had personally been to the Qing Di Back Garden, and seen the Chaos Sea where Xian Xu Jun slumbered.

But the feeling this Gui Xu Long Mu gave was different from all those places.

Here, there was only endless silence and desolation.

Linglong stood up at some unknown time.

Tilting her head back, she gazed at that inconceivably massive contour in the distance, and the expression on her face shifted from initial Curious to a look Xu Zhangqing had never seen before.

Not shock, not fear.

In her eyes were reflected those Aurora-like flowing Dragon Qi in the distance, reflected those Dragon souls shuttling between the towers; her lips opened and closed, closed and opened, and after a long while she spoke: "Father, something is calling me!"

Xu Zhangqing reached out and pressed his hand on her shoulder, his palm steady, Warmth: "Don't be afraid, Father is right here, I won't let anything hurt you!"

Linglong looked up at him, her originally tense shoulders relaxing slightly, then she Lightly nodded.

Zhao Ziyue braced his Fishing Rod against the water, and the small boat drifted forward unsteadily; he glanced back at the father and daughter, grinned: "Set your minds at ease, I'm here, and besides there's the Gui Xu Master backing us up.

Barring Surprise, that voice calling Linglong most likely has to do with the dead Dragon Race."

Xu Zhangqing frowned: "Most likely?"

Zhao Ziyue Shrug: "How many Dragons are buried in this Gui Xu Long Mu, no one can count.

Dragons are arrogant as heaven when alive, and restless even when dead.

Remnant Souls, obsessions, mixed together for who knows how many Ten Thousand years; the occasional voice greeting a Living Person is not the least bit strange.

What's more, Linglong carries the Shen Dragon bloodline, and has gained the Nine Dragons Supreme Pearl's Bond Mastery.

If she had zero reaction, that would be abnormal."

Those words weren't wrong, so Xu Zhangqing said no more.

The small boat continued forward.

The deeper they went into Gui Xu, the calmer the water surface became, calm to the point of not seeming like water.

Not a single ripple, not a single wave; even the boat passing over stirred not a splash.

Xu Zhangqing looked down and discovered the Dragon Bones underwater were becoming more and more numerous, more and more dense.

Initially they were still in rows; later they were simply piled up layer upon layer, impossible to tell which bone belonged to which Dragon.

Massive Dragon horns jutted diagonally from the bone piles, draped in Dark Green water weeds.

Deeper still, the Dragon Bones began to glow.

It was an extremely faint, extremely thin fluorescence, as if something residual deep in the bones had not yet thoroughly extinguished.

Occasionally a semi-transparent Dragon soul would swim up from below, leaving a Golden Lines-like trail of light, then gradually dissipate.

The number of Dragon souls was beyond counting.

They would gather at times, disperse at times.

Moreover, Gui Xu had no land.

Everything here was covered by water, unfathomably deep.

Those towers, domes, building remains, all stood above the water surface.

As for their bases, they were all submerged underwater, so only the upper halves were exposed.

The submerged parts were entwined with countless Dragon Bones, as if embraced by a Dragon group, yet also as if dragged by a Dragon group.

That inconceivably massive shadow contour in the distance, as the small boat drew ever closer, finally revealed more Detail.

The shape of Gui Xu was unlike any building Xu Zhangqing had ever seen.

There was no way to describe it concretely, merely a massive shadow that made one Suffocating.

Xu Zhangqing's Divine Sense swept over it, clearly sensing the dense death Qi emanating.

That death Qi was more ancient, more Heavy than the death Qi emitted by Dragons.

Even his Yuan Dao produced a slight reaction.

However, deep within that death Qi so dense it could not dissolve, there was a thread of faint, barely-there vitality, Extremely weak, yet stubbornly Existing.

Not dead not alive, not alive not dead.

This state was something Xu Zhangqing had never seen, and even unheard of.

If the Qing Di Back Garden was the extreme of vitality, and the Chaos Sea was the extreme of chaos, then here was the entanglement of life and death, neither living nor dead.

Not long after, a palace appeared before the three of them.

It was entirely constructed from dragon bones.

Dragon spines formed the dome, dragon ribs formed the walls, and the palace's stairways were layered dragon scales, each millstone-sized.

The patterns on the dragon scales were still clear, emitting a luster of vitality.

The dragon might of the entire palace was condensed to the extreme.

Moreover, this dragon might did not come from one dragon, but from ten thousand dragons.

Ten thousand dead dragons, their bone remains piled together, their remnant souls woven into a net, their obsessions condensed into substance, together composing this palace.

This was the Gui Xu Long Gong!

The Lord of Gui Xu was inside the Dragon Palace.

When Xu Zhangqing saw Him, his pupils contracted slightly.

What he saw was not the Lord of Gui Xu, but the Lord of Gui Xu's "form."

It was a humanoid black shadow, without a face, without clothes, and even without a specific contour, merely a condensed mass of humanoid darkness.

He sat within the Dragon Palace, surrounded by dragon souls like courtiers paying homage.

Only a pair of eyes were different.

The light emanating from the eye sockets could not be described by any color.

The moment Xu Zhangqing saw those two lights, his Elemental Dao surged violently.

As if being split open and torn apart from inside out, exposing every hidden thing.

He did not resist, after all resistance was useless.

Besides, the Elemental Dao was not afraid of this at all.

At the same time, he thought of that projection of the Lord of Gui Xu in the Chaos Sea.

That projection was very strong, strong enough to make the Chaos Monarch wary.

But compared to this humanoid black shadow before him, it was simply worlds apart.

This was not a matter of strength or weakness.

But a difference in Li Cheng.

No matter how strong the projection was, it was still just a projection.

And this person before him was likely the true body.

A Gui Xu ruler who had existed for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, older than the Dragon Race, and whose details even the Qing Emperor might not have fully discerned.

Zhao Ziyue bowed his hands toward that direction, his expression unusually serious: "Diao Yu Zhe, paying respects to the Lord of Gui Xu!"