Chapter 92: Dantian Eats Immortal

The Black Dragon didn't know when the Immortal Lord would appear on him, so it couldn't draw its sword too early, lest it alert the enemy.

But it knew that the moment "The Bestowal of Emolument" was about to be obtained, He must have already been there.

It accurately seized this point in time and swung the last sword strike of Zhanxin Liuli, beheading this consciousness.

Seeing Pei Ye gritted his teeth and held the sword hilt. This time, there was no dragon blood to repair his wounded body.

"This time, should it be completely eradicated?" Seeing Pei Ye slowly sat down, leaning against the tree nearby. Ming Qitian pulled out the sword and placed her hand on his shoulder, sending Qi into him to stop the bleeding.

The black cat was silent for a while and sighed: "Perhaps."

This answer wasn't satisfying enough, just as the end of all this wasn't very joyful. Seeing Pei Ye turned his head. The old man was leaning under the tree, quietly looking at the blue sky.

"Grandpa Yue..."

"Take it now, people will be coming soon," the old man said. "It melts upon contact with blood; it's just right that you have a wound on your stomach."

Seeing Pei Ye lowered his head. The nails on his hands were still sharp deep blue. He pinched this bright bead and slowly pressed it onto the wound on his abdomen.

A strange feeling of familiarity arose; this stomach seemed to have become accustomed to being drilled in and out.

Fortunately, this was probably the last time.

Upon touching the wound, the bright bead on his hand softened, becoming a soft gel that slid into it.

Seeing Pei Ye felt a cold, thin stream deepening into his abdomen, and then the wound was sealed by this gel first.

He knew at this moment how the old man had preserved his remaining life while heavily injured all those years ago.

Seeing Pei Ye gradually felt that there was something more in his abdomen. This strange yet familiar feeling was exactly... a dantian seed.

Unlike the dragon tongue and divine seed that had been lying in his abdomen a few days ago. When those two things were there, although he could control them to some extent, there was always a strange and unfamiliar feeling, not like using an organ of his own, but using a foreign object implanted in his body.

He could only use its external functions but couldn't understand or know its interior.

Not to mention the strange desires that popped up from time to time.

But this dantian seed was not so.

It was like a gentle and polite guest. As soon as it entered the abdomen, it revealed everything to Seeing Pei Ye. It seemed to have grown naturally from the abdomen rather than being an external object. Seeing Pei Ye could feel his self-controlled mastery over it.

And then it immediately began its first sprouting.

Unlike the greedy desire to devour transmitted from the dragon tongue in the abdomen that made him feel it, its need appeared directly in his brain.

Or rather, that was his own need.

Just like when the stomach is hungry, it needs to eat, and when the hand is broken, it needs to be bandaged.

Following this sprouting, Seeing Pei Ye looked at the deep blue on his fingertips, which slowly dissolved into his body, turning into energy to nourish the bead.

"How much is left?" the old man asked.

"What?"

"How much is left to fill up," the old man said. "It will absorb Mystic Qi from Heaven and Earth to grow by itself, but if starting from scratch, it would take eighteen years. Look at how much is left in it."

Seeing Pei Ye perceived it carefully and was indeed able to clearly check the progress of the energy within it. It had been full in the old man's body, but had consumed a large part in the self-protection just now. At this moment, there was about two-thirds left.

That is to say... he still had to wait six years?

Seeing Pei Ye told the old man truthfully.

"Hmm... then what if you try eating it?" the old man said, casting his gaze over.

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, following the old man's gaze to look at the tall, ferocious dragon body lying on the withered leaves.

"Eat, eat Him?" Seeing Pei Ye looked back at the old man blankly.

"Don't you have experience in absorbing corpses?" Yue Muzhou glanced at him sideways. "Why, you only dare to absorb humans? What's there to be afraid of? It looks about the same as a crab."

Seeing Pei Ye stood up slowly, holding his stomach, and came to this corpse.

So cold, huge, ferocious, and majestic.

The black, tough scales were covered with deep blue sticky blood, and the blade-like bone spurs were still flashing with cold light. Even though it had lost its life, this body still retained an undiminished depth and magnificence.

And at this moment, standing in front of this huge body, Seeing Pei Ye did indeed develop a kind of "appetite." It didn't come from the mouth or tongue, but from a deeper desire.

For countless tens of thousands of years, countless lives have been climbing upward without a moment's pause. This desire from the depths of ancient instinct surged out when facing this dragon body.

It was a desire for power, a desire for the elevation of life level.

If the Immortal Platform were here, they would absolutely not allow Seeing Pei Ye to devour this precious dragon body, but at this moment, there were only three people and one cat in the forest, and Ming Qitian, who was the only outsider, didn't care about these things either.

Seeing Pei Ye stared at it for a while, and before he knew it, he slowly bent down. By the time he came back to his senses, his hand was already touching this cold body.

Those scales, which Seeing Pei Ye couldn't damage at all even if he hacked for a day and night, now softened like glue under this touch, climbing up along Seeing Pei Ye's hand and quickly seeping into his skin.

A joyful drink!

Like a thirsty person drinking sweet spring water, a hungry person eating a delicacy, or even if not hungry or thirsty, devouring it was an excellent satisfaction.

This was an absolutely novel experience for Seeing Pei Ye. Unlike the dragon tongue devouring corpses before, where he could only feel the nausea of vision and the satisfied emotion transmitted from the object in his abdomen after devouring, now this satisfaction appeared directly in his heart.

As the dragon body on the ground gradually disappeared, Seeing Pei Ye felt the energy of the bead in his abdomen being filled rapidly, until at a certain moment, he stopped the absorption on his hand.

The bright, moist bead in his abdomen slowly sprouted two small buds, and a sense of Qi rose from the dantian, traveling through his whole body in an instant.

The clothes on his body moved without wind, but Seeing Pei Ye, who had manipulated dragon blood, quickly mastered this sense of Qi.

Qi.

Pure, refined Qi, no longer a strange substance like deep blue liquid; this was the power belonging exclusively to humans themselves.

His body seemed to have been washed over, his limbs flexible, his reactions swift, and his five senses clear. The Qi brought by the "First Life" was not abundant enough, but this was a breakthrough from nothing to something, and the actual increase in comprehensive strength was slightly more than from "First Life" to "Second Life."

At this moment, Seeing Pei Ye deeply understood why the Immortal Lord was so determined to find and destroy this thing.

Because just as He could devour all living things, including humans, and turn them into dragon blood for His own use, this dantian seed could devour Him and turn Him into the purest Qi for humans.

Messy footsteps sounded in the forest, and the sound of several clothes breaking through the air swept over the treetops.

Sister Xing Zhi flew through the forest, and the shocking traces along the way repeatedly attracted her attention.

The frost ghosts in the city that they were working hard to clean up, but were still generating more and more, suddenly all melted into liquid and flew out of the city. Sister Xing Zhi immediately gathered nearby hands and chased after them.

Her heart felt like it was pressed by a stone along the way, after all, from what she saw from afar before, the black-clothed old man was not in the upper hand.

The forest was silent, and the traces of destruction were getting closer and closer. She was like a prisoner waiting for the verdict.

Suddenly, she stopped abruptly, and the scene in the clearing in the forest ahead came into view.

The old man was leaning under a tall tree, his clothes stained with blood; Ming Qitian stood holding her sword, turning her head to look at her, with a black cat crouching at her feet. Further ahead, the sturdy youth in cloth clothes stood with his back to everyone.

This picture could simply be called quiet.

Sister Xing Zhi was stunned for a moment: "Immortal... Immortal Lord?"

Several people in the forest looked at her, and their relaxed expressions already explained everything.

Fenghuai City.

Starting from the sky, everything was returning to normal.