Chapter 61: Qitian

The black dragon disappeared completely without a trace.

And in the forest, the broken dragon body had lost all vitality. Dark red blood was still flowing out constantly, and because the volume was too large, it filled the surrounding pits and became a viscous and smooth patch.

He gently raised his hand, and this corpse, which seemed to have walked out of a myth, shattered into pieces. Ghostly blue rapidly infected every small unit, and with an efficiency a hundred times higher than Dragon Tongue, turned this corpse into Dragon Blood.

The torrent surged into his body, and Pei Ye felt his realm climbing at a terrifying speed—no, it couldn't be divided by human realms.

Humans distinguish realms by the nature and amount of power they control, while for it, all the power between heaven and earth was just food to be taken at will. It just needed some time to eat.

As the blood on the ground was all swallowed, the meridian tree in his abdomen stood tall, already at the Eighth Life. It was sturdy and sharp, and Pei Ye clearly felt that more terrifying authorities had been liberated.

This Eighth Life could never be compared to the Eighth Life of human cultivators, because it was born with the ability to control the Mystic, not to mention that it also housed a trace of the god's will and authority.

And this meridian tree didn't gestate true Qi inside; what was generated and flowed inside was "Dragon Blood."

Compared to the foundation humans rely on for cultivation, it was more like an organ.

From breaking the seed to the Eighth Life, it only took an hour. What if it were given another hour? A day?

Pei Ye couldn't guess, because the power in his body now was already terrifying beyond precedent.

And this growth was still not over.

He saw two purple-robed people kneeling on the ground with incomparable piety, their bodies trembling with fanaticism. They crawled over, pushed the daggers into their own throats.

And the Qiongqi lay prostrate on the side, its wings folded as much as possible, its front limbs tucked under its jaw, its head lowered in fear and trembling.

Pei Ye suddenly understood what the black dragon had said—"After eating me, it wouldn't need to 'forage' specifically anymore," because there were three ready-made supplies here available for absorption!

The black dragon itself was already approaching Zhu Gaoyang's level, and now it had all turned into the power for it to wield. If one added these three...

Pei Ye couldn't help but pant with fear.

He saw himself raise his hand, and a purple-robed person instantly flowed into ghostly blue liquid and surged into his palm. This enemy who had been pressing him step by step for two hundred miles had disappeared so easily.

Then there was a movement in his abdomen. Pei Ye "looked" over, and that meridian tree, which was already incomparably lush, actually trembled, and the branches at the top began to grow, and then stood tall by another section.

How could it still grow?!

Ninth Life!

How could there be a Ninth Life?!

Pei Ye stood there in a daze. This scene completely exceeded all his common sense. Unfortunately, the black dragon was no longer by his side.

This meridian tree, which had expanded again, absorbed Mystic Qi like a wind tunnel.

Pei Ye had never seen Zhu Gaoyang at his peak, but he had no doubt that this body now completely suppressed him.

And it was still climbing rapidly.

And what made Pei Ye even more terrified was that the surrounding trees were gradually stained with ghostly blue, like scars burned by blue fire, one after another, and then gradually spread.

Five zhang... eight zhang... ten zhang, spreading like a fungal mat, everything captured living was gradually dissolved into ghostly blue liquid.

Cannot... cannot continue anymore...

Although he didn't know what the black dragon's plan was, if he let it possess such power, who else could check and balance it?

Without sufficient power to support it, any plan would be impossible to implement.

Even if the Immortal Platform came, so what? Could Ming Qitian be a god?

Pei Ye was full of anxiety, but he was the most powerless one.

He saw himself move his hand toward another purple-robed person.

'No, what to do?'

Pei Ye thought anxiously.

Just at this moment, a drifting white line flashed past.

Like a crane, like a cloud, falling straight down from the cold night curtain at the edge of the sky, as if an immortal had broken into a ghost realm.

This was the first time Pei Ye had seen white true Qi.

It was by no means the dazzling, miserable white of flour, but a bright, moist, and restrained quality, as if it were the texture of white clouds and porcelain.

Only, this porcelain wasn't a warm, moist object for people to appreciate, but sharp broken porcelain.

A stunning, peerless sword light in the world swept past, and the true energy it carried was like white phoenix feathers and Jade Pool ice shards, sweeping through. The ghostly blue filth in the entire space was cleared in an instant.

In "Zhuangzi," it is said that on the mountain of Miaogu She, there are gods living there, their skin like ice and snow, graceful like virgins, drinking wind and dew, riding clouds and dragons.

In the "Yellow Emperor Chapter," it is said that they do not eat grains, their hearts are like deep springs, and their forms are like virgins. They do not lean on or love, and the immortal sages are their ministers.

Perhaps that was the beauty of the world that Zhuangzi finally saw after climbing to the top of the divine mountain, facing the frost and snow.

Now, this sword reflected in Pei Ye's eyes was also like a god standing on the top of the mountain, casting a glance back.

And the person using the sword, or perhaps, was the goddess herself.

White clothes, black hair, single sword.

People in the Jianghu discover an interesting little fact after seeing too much—those who dress in white are mostly not ugly.

But this face that raised its eyes after the sword was perhaps too beautiful.

When the sword edge paused, it had already pierced through Pei Ye's lower abdomen, pinning him to the tree behind.

And Pei Ye didn't even have the heart to care.

Because this sword actually appeared in the heart-spirit realm as well.

A white rainbow crossed the sky. That massive shadow that covered the entire sky was pierced through from head to tail by this sword light. It appeared at the edge of the sky and disappeared at the edge of the sky. The place it passed left a huge wound in the sky.

Behind this wound was the clear blue sky. Pei Ye's dust-covered soul was cleared out with a gap. This sudden relaxation of the heart-spirit realm was as if a breath of turbid air that had been suppressed for a long time had finally been exhaled, and a cool wind blew in.

And the edge of this wound was still advancing, like a hot blade touching cold oil. Everything it touched melted rapidly, and Pei Ye even seemed to hear the roar and pain of the shadow.

Pierced through by this sword from body to heart-spirit, Pei Ye stood dazed in the small house.

From the moment he entered this event, he had been shocked by all kinds of wonders he had seen for the first time, such as the water dragon in the county office on a stormy night, the majestic and gorgeous face of the divine dragon, the divine art that turned around a hundred miles in Zhu Gaoyang's hand...

But this was mostly because of the youth's poor knowledge and low realm. As his strength grew and his horizons opened in the future, many things would no longer be strange.

He would discover that magic tools were not that rare, once-wonderful sword arts would become calm, and those divine arts that people talked about would perhaps be available at the flip of a palm.

Only this sword.

There would never be a second Ming Qitian in the world, nor would there be a second Zhanxin Liuli.

It was absolutely peerless, occupying the peak alone; even Zhu Gaoyang would be dazzled and mesmerized, and even Xi Wu Chou would be stunned and unable to react.

This scene would remain forever bright in the young man's memory, forming the background and obsession of his life, remaining as clear as new even after being polished by many years.