Chapter 1179

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing casually harvested some Dragon Bone Bamboo Shoots and continued following Zhao Ziyue downward.

After diving another fifty zhang or so, the dragon shadows all around suddenly vanished.

As if frightened away by something, they dissipated completely clean.

Immediately after, a heavy, suffocating pressure surged up from the deepest part of the rift.

Zhao Ziyue's expression changed; his diving speed noticeably slowed. He forced himself down another ten-odd zhang before finally stopping: "Lao Xu, every time I reach here, I can't hold on."

Xu Zhangqing stopped beside him, sensing the pressure from the depths.

Indeed very strong.

Even though that ancient dragon has been dead for who knows how many years, its flesh body has long since turned to nothing, yet a remnant wisp of its will still makes it difficult for Spirit Severing cultivators to approach.

My Yuan Dao Foundation is fine; continuing to dive is no big problem.

But wanting to bring Zhao Ziyue along as well is somewhat straining.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled something and flipped his palm.

The Creation Return to Ruins Seal appeared in his palm.

The pitch-black small seal emerged, and the green dragon-shaped tree sprout abruptly lit up.

The green light was not dazzling, yet it produced an indescribable resonance with the entire water region.

With Xu Zhangqing as the center, the water flow within a radius of several zhang suddenly lightened.

Those golden light motes, as if they had found their destination, surged toward the seal body, gathering in the water into slender light ribbons that revolved around the Creation Return to Ruins Seal.

All pressure, all resistance, all the oppressive feeling coming from that ancient dragon, vanished completely within the range illuminated by the green light.

The bearer of this seal is the Return to Ruins Will!

Zhao Ziyue said enviously: "Really envy you!"

Xu Zhangqing couldn't be bothered with idle talk; he reached out and grabbed Zhao Ziyue's arm.

His figure moved, carrying the other directly plummeting toward the depths of the rift.

The green light opened the way; that heavy pressure was like being split open by a sharp blade, silently retreating to both sides.

The depth of the rift far exceeded Xu Zhangqing's expectations.

Wrapped in green light, the two descended all the way down.

The further down they went, the more spacious the space became instead.

Dragon Blood Moss grew denser and denser, turning from scattered clumps into an entire expanse.

Dark red sap flowed downward, converging at the bottom into slender red streams.

Zhao Ziyue patted Xu Zhangqing's shoulder: "Lao Xu, stop a moment, stop a moment.

The Dragon Blood Moss here is of far better quality than above; at the very least it's ten-thousand-year grade.

Let me harvest a little; this stuff outside, a fist-sized clump can trade for a superior-grade Magic Tool — not harvesting would be a waste."

Xu Zhangqing slowed his speed upon hearing this.

Immediately, Zhao Ziyue carefully began scraping off Dragon Blood Moss.

His technique was extremely practiced; one look and it wasn't his first time.

Skimming the surface with a light shovel, each whole clump of Dragon Blood Moss peeled off intact with roots and stems.

After harvesting seven or eight clumps in a row, Zhao Ziyue reluctantly stopped.

Xu Zhangqing hovered quietly to the side, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.

His attention was not on the Dragon Blood Moss, but on another spot.

His Divine Sense perceived that beneath this thick layer of Dragon Blood Moss, something was pulsing.

Seeing Zhao Ziyue stop, Xu Zhangqing loosely clenched his five fingers; mana condensed into a blade, and he lightly sliced downward.

Sure enough, a section of Dragon Bone Bamboo Shoot was revealed.

But it was completely on a different level from those he had harvested before.

This Dragon Bone Bamboo Shoot was as thick as an adult's arm, its entire body not white but golden.

The shoot's surface was covered in natural veins, each one glowing.

Light flowed along the veins, just like blood vessels.

Xu Zhangqing dug out the whole root, held it in his hand and weighed it; the weight was heavier than estimated, the texture even harder.

A light tap sounded like striking some kind of metal.

"Dragon Bone Bamboo Shoot King?"

Zhao Ziyue turned his head, saw it, and his eyes widened: "Lao Xu, your luck is too good; this thing is at minimum ten thousand years old, nonexistent on the market.

Basically, they're all bottom-of-box treasures of major powers.

Bone-tempering effect is over ten times stronger than ordinary Dragon Bone Bamboo Shoots.

When a Spirit Severing cultivator breaks through to Void Refining, if this is used to temper bones, the success rate of passing the Thunder Tribulation increases by at least three tenths."

To this, Xu Zhangqing expressed neither agreement nor disagreement, then put away the Dragon Bone Bamboo Shoot King.

The two continued diving.

The further down, the denser the golden light motes became.

Finally, they all converged toward a certain position at the very bottom of the rift.

It seemed as though the dragon vein essence of the entire rift was nourishing the same thing.

Zhao Ziyue saw it and said excitedly, "Old Xu, look quickly—there really is treasure."

Xu Zhangqing did not answer; his gaze had already been drawn to the scene at the bottom of the rift.

At the bottom of the rift was a broad circular space.

About a hundred zhang in diameter.

Dense with countless embedded fragments of dragon bone.

The large ones were the size of houses, the small ones only the size of fists.

Layer upon layer, deposited here for who knows how many years.

Every fragment of dragon bone glowed, and the light of millions of fragments gathered together, illuminating the entire space as if it were broad daylight.

In the exact center, a huge vertebra was stuck in at a slant.

Just the visible part was over ten zhang high, and the top of the vertebra had already shattered.

And coiled in the middle of this vertebra was a dragon-shaped phantom almost condensed into substance.

Unlike those translucent dragon souls above, this phantom was extremely refined.

The outlines of its scales, dragon horns, and dragon whiskers were all clearly discernible.

Its eyes were tightly closed, its body slowly coiling on the vertebra; with each turn, a wave of pressure spread outward around it.

"A remnant soul of an ancient dragon."

In Zhao Ziyue's voice, rarely carrying a hint of nervousness: "This thing—don't look at it as almost dissipated; if it really unleashes its power, the two of us won't be able to handle it."

"When it was alive, it was absolutely an existence above the Void Refinement level."

Xu Zhangqing observed carefully for a moment and found that although the ancient dragon remnant soul's posture was majestic, clear signs of dissolution had appeared at its tail.

The phantom at the end of the dragon's tail was peeling away bit by bit, transforming into fine light particles and dissipating in the water.

From this it could be seen that this ancient dragon's remnant soul had already reached the brink of complete dissipation.

After much thought, he held the Creation Return to Ruins Seal and took a step forward.

With the green light blazing, the ancient dragon remnant soul's eyes suddenly snapped open.

Those were dragon pupils made of light, staring fixedly at Xu Zhangqing.

No, to be precise, they were staring at the Creation Return to Ruins Seal in Xu Zhangqing's hand.

Its gaze swept back and forth between the green light and the seal several times, then slowly, bit by bit, lowered its head.

It... actually submitted!

The huge dragon-shaped phantom slid down from the vertebra, slowly retreated to the edge, then coiled into a circle, vacating the spot just now.

It still had its eyes open, but its posture changed from alert to silent observation.

Zhao Ziyue was speechless: "It just moved aside like that?"

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly.

Afterward, he walked beneath the vertebra and found a naturally formed groove at its root.

Looking not large, about the size of a washbasin, it was filled with mysterious golden liquid.

The color of those liquids was pure to the extreme.

Richer than all the light in this rift.

"This is..."

"Hiss!"

"Dragon Vein Crystal Marrow!"