Chapter 1181: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1181 Long Jiao Xia Canyon!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Zhao Ziyue thrust the fishing rod in his hand against the water, and the small boat traced a long arc across the surface, sliding in a direction exactly opposite to the Fallen Long Yuan.

The surface of Gui Xu once again returned to that deathly stillness.

Occasionally, a few translucent dragon souls swam beneath the boat's bottom, their trailing golden tails lingering in the water for a moment before dissipating.

The farther forward they went, the denser the golden light particles floating on the surface became.

These light particles were no longer the fine powder-like specks near the Fallen Long Yuan, but had become sheets of thin light.

It looked as if someone had torn apart the aurora and casually scattered it into the water.

Xu Zhangqing reached out and scooped up a handful; the light particles leaked through his fingers, carrying a slight warmth.

This was the temperature produced only after dragon qi had condensed to a certain degree.

The small boat glided forward for about half an hour, and the color ahead changed.

From deep black to pale gold.

However, it was not the surface itself that changed color, but something beneath the water glowing, casting the entire expanse of water in pale gold.

The light was soft, not dazzling.

But in the perpetually dim environment of Gui Xu, it stood out particularly.

"Long Jiao Xia is below."

Zhao Ziyue slowed the boat, pointing at the golden waters ahead, his tone much graver than when they were in the Fallen Long Yuan: "Lao Xu, let me make this clear first—this place is different from the Fallen Long Yuan."

The danger of the Fallen Long Yuan is dead; no matter how strong the pressure, at worst it would drive you away.

This place is different; it is alive.

Xu Zhangqing raised an eyebrow: "Alive?"

Zhao Ziyue nodded: "The first time I came here, before I even reached the entrance, I was surrounded by a group of dragon souls."

Those dragon souls were not the kind you see elsewhere.

For example, passive wanderers, remnant souls that ignore living people.

The dragon souls here are aggressive and very good at coordinating.

Almost no different from a living dragon pack on patrol.

Back then, if I hadn't relied on my identity as a Gui Xu Angler to mobilize some of Gui Xu's authority and forcibly suppress them, I would have been wiped out, bones and all.

After speaking, he laid the fishing rod across his knees, then reached into his bosom and took out something, handing it to Xu Zhangqing behind him.

Xu Zhangqing took it and saw that it was a small bone talisman.

Shaped like a flattened dragon scale, its surface engraved with several extremely fine lines, emitting the heavy death qi unique to Gui Xu.

Zhao Ziyue introduced: "This is the Angler's token; as long as you wear it on your person, you can obtain some of Gui Xu's authority."

Xu Zhangqing nodded, then returned the bone talisman.

After all, he already had the Creation Return to Ruins Seal.

The authority of this thing was far stronger than the bone talisman.

With it, he could penetrate deep into any region of Gui Xu.

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Unlike the Fallen Long Yuan, where a single rift runs straight to the bottom.

Long Jiao Xia was an extremely vast underwater canyon.

The canyon walls were steep, extending parallel on both sides, with no end in sight at a glance.

Of course, the canyon's course was not straight, but winding and twisting, like the curved spine of a giant dragon beneath the water.

What was shocking was that the canyon was densely packed with dragon horns.

They were neither broken fragments nor scattered remains.

Almost all were complete, enormous dragon horns.

It looked as if someone was specifically collecting such things.

These dragon horns stood upright one by one at the bottom of the canyon, the tallest over ten zhang high, the shortest two or three zhang; from afar they looked like a forest of horns.

Moreover, the colors of these dragon horns varied in depth.

Some were pitch black as ink, some deep red as blood, some nearly transparent.

The surface of every dragon horn was covered with natural spiral patterns.

Within the patterns, dragon qi crystals accumulated over millions of years settled, flickering with a faint halo in the dark water bottom.

At the bottom of the canyon lay something even more terrifying than dragon horns: dragon skulls.

No, to be precise, half dragon skulls.

Some retained only the upper jaw, some only the lower jaw.

Some had their mouths half open, frozen in their final moment before death.

In the hollow eye sockets swam several tiny, nearly transparent dragon souls, as if simulating the movement of eyeballs.

Those dragon skulls were far larger than any living dragon Xu Zhangqing remembered; the largest one's eye socket diameter alone exceeded the length of the small boat.

It was hard to imagine what kind of terrifying existence they were when alive.

Majesty?

Dashing?

Yet after death, they all became this miserable sight!

Everywhere around, countless dragon souls patrolled this underwater canyon.

Xu Changqing had to admit that Lao Zhao was right.

The dragon souls here were completely different from those outside.

Their forms were more solid, their colors brighter.

Their movements carried a clear sense of purpose.

They did not drift aimlessly, but patrolled back and forth along fixed routes.

More than a dozen dragon souls lined up in formation, swimming past the canyon entrance in perfect unison, exactly like a living dragon herd.

They were not fast, but every dragon soul's eyes glowed with two balls of cold, eerie blue light.

Those cold lights swept over every corner of the canyon as they patrolled, as if searching for something.

Zhao Ziyue moored the small boat at the edge: "When I came back last time, I found a side crevice, located near the middle section on the canyon's east side."

The crack was very narrow; dragon souls could not enter.

We can squeeze through from there and directly reach the dragon soul crystal ore vein."

Xu Changqing heard this and nodded.

It was my first time here, and I knew nothing about this place.

Rather than rashly rushing in and exploring, it was better to follow him and avoid the risks.

Immediately, both of them leaped into the water at the same time.

Their movements were extremely light, not stirring up any splash.

After entering the water, that pale golden light illuminated the waters around both of them brightly.

Xu Changqing restrained his own aura, and spirit power formed an extremely thin isolation layer on his body surface, blocking the dragon energy's interference from outside.

Zhao Ziyue led the way ahead; this time he swam very fast, clearly knowing this route by heart.

The two moved along the dragon bone remains at the bottom of the water, using the shadows of those huge bone blocks to cover their figures, thus avoiding three waves of patrolling dragon souls.

After swimming for about a quarter of an hour, Zhao Ziyue stopped at a spot.

He reached his hand into a patch of dense dragon whisker grass, then shoved hard to the side, revealing a crack only wide enough for one person to pass through sideways.

The inside of the crack was pitch black, with no light leaking out.

The next second, Zhao Ziyue made a hand signal to Xu Changqing and squeezed in first.

Xu Changqing followed closely behind him.

Inside the crack, it was deeper than imagined.

Both sides were covered with dense scratch marks.

It did not look like traces of human excavation, but more like marks left by dragon claws.

Xu Changqing reached out and touched one of them, able to sense faint dragon energy, even mixed with a trace of resentment.

The two squeezed through the crack for about a hundred zhang, and ahead suddenly opened up.

At the end of the crack was another huge space.

All around were ramparts formed of dragon bones, the highest reaching dozens of zhang.

On these dragon bones, countless crystals were densely inlaid.

The crystals ranged in size from a fingernail to a fist, all pale gold throughout, with extremely fine threads of light constantly moving inside!