Chapter 506

Wang Yu had once spent over a year just to comprehend the “Flame Blade” technique; the number of spiritual symbols on this mysterious talisman diagram far exceeded the former by more than tenfold.

Comprehending a single symbol was manageable—even simpler than the Flame Blade’s symbols—but the more symbols he unraveled, the more they interlinked and resonated, making subsequent comprehension increasingly difficult, and mastering the entire diagram was a monumental task requiring immense time.

Even with the system’s aid, if he did nothing else, he couldn’t possibly finish it in less than several years.

It seemed he could only set it aside for now and revisit it when he had ample time.

Although Wang Yu coveted the power of this massive talisman diagram, he certainly couldn’t waste time on such a long-term endeavor before the Grand Competition, especially one that wouldn’t boost his strength.

What could rapidly enhance his strength in a short time, however, was another matter entirely.

Wang Yu removed the blood-crusted skin from his forehead, tossed it aside, and watched it dissolve into specks of crystalline light; his gaze then fell upon the small vial in his other hand.

If he could awaken the dragon bloodline, his strength would surge instantly.

Wang Yu uncapped the vial, took a small sip, then immediately sat cross-legged, slapped his chest three times with his palm, and uttered the words: “Hyperbiological Simulation.”

With a “puff,” countless blood filaments erupted from his skin, curled back inward, and wrapped him into a massive blood cocoon.

…

“Huff.”

Wang Yu exhaled deeply, opened his eyes on the crimson jade, and instinctively glanced at his body, a faint bitter smile crossing his face.

After seven or eight attempts, each ending in explosion on the login interface, his spiritual awareness had nearly depleted; he wasn’t suited to re-enter this interface space anytime soon.

It seemed that self-explosions within the login interface, though not harming his real body, greatly accelerated the consumption of spiritual awareness.

Yet during prior tests, he gradually reduced the amount of Xiao Bai’s essence blood he consumed, eventually taking only a single drop; while this delayed and weakened the violent surge, the end result was still bodily explosion.

Thus, activating the dragon bloodline was clearly not as simple as ingesting it orally.

Was it because Xiao Bai’s essence blood clashed with his body’s constitution and cultivation method, or was the oral method too reckless?

Xiao Bai’s true form was a Ironhead Crocodile, naturally possessing water and earth attributes, later awakening ice, wind, and thunder attributes—clearly vastly different from the Fire Yang Great Art’s nature.

Perhaps only the essence blood of a Crimson Dragon from the Five-Colored Dragons would work, or maybe he should seek the method to refine a Bloodline Pill, transforming Xiao Bai’s essence blood into a pill to avoid explosion.

By the way, besides the hidden dragon essence blood within Xiao Bai, there was another object that also contained dragon essence blood.

Wang Yu suddenly remembered something and slapped his waist.

The pouch opened, spewing a burst of aurora-like light.

When the light faded, a massive, translucent ice block lay on the ground.

Inside the ice, a huge, shimmering silver fish tail was clearly sealed.

It was the half-tail severed from the second-rank fish demon by the Sima family patriarch, later retrieved by Da Lü and claimed as his trophy.

According to the Golden Core cultivator from the Whetstone Gate, this fish demon was a descendant of a fourth-rank Green Dragon King, possessing Green Dragon bloodline power and the Green Dragon King’s Shattered Form and Shadow Technique.

“Green Dragon!”

Wang Yu stared at the silver fish tail within the ice and murmured.

As the name implied, the Green Dragon was a wood-element beast, while the Fire Yang Great Art was fire-elemental, and he himself had the finest fire elemental affinity—on the surface, their natures seemed utterly incompatible.

Yet among the Five Elements, there was the saying: “Wood generates Fire.”

Compared to the fire-elemental Crimson Dragon essence blood, the Green Dragon essence blood seemed more suitable for integration into his body.

Thinking this, Wang Yu no longer hesitated; he flicked his sleeve toward the massive ice block, and a white fireball floated out, landing gently atop it.

With a “puff.”

The flame generated by the Fire Yang Great Art blazed fiercely across the ice’s surface, dissolving the ice at a visibly rapid pace.

…

The next day.

A flash of white light curled.

Wang Yu reappeared in the silver hall, tapped his brow with one finger, and amid swirling silver light, a small green vial materialized midair.

Inside was the essence blood extracted from the silver fish tail.

He seized the vial, uncapped it, drank a small sip, slapped his chest three times, and again uttered: “Hyperbiological Simulation.”

Amid a “hiss,” countless blood filaments erupted from his skin, then densely curled back, instantly wrapping him into a massive blood cocoon.

Black-green patterns slowly surfaced on the cocoon’s surface, wriggling faintly like living things, while inside, silence reigned—only a blurred human silhouette could be faintly seen seated within.

Time passed slowly; the cocoon showed no change, yet a “thump, thump” heartbeat echoed within.

At first faint, but soon the heartbeat grew fierce.

The figure seated inside had, at some point, lain down, curled into a ball, limbs convulsing uncontrollably, as if enduring unbearable agony.

The heartbeat grew louder, filling the entire login interface with “thump, thump” sounds, powerful as a war drum.

After an indeterminate time, the heartbeat began to weaken, then faded into silence, restoring profound stillness within the cocoon.

Three full hours later.

“Pssht.”

A black-green, scaled arm tore open the top of the cocoon, revealing a towering, monstrous figure three zhang tall.

Had he awakened the dragon bloodline—or failed?

His body hadn’t exploded—that was good news.

Wang Yu raised a thickly scaled arm, glanced at it, and a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

This bloodline awakening process differed markedly from his second awakening of the Ironhide Crocodile.

The pain was nearly several times greater; even he nearly fainted during the process, and had he not used the system to sever his pain sensation, he might not have survived.

He touched his face, then glanced back at the thick tail behind him, frowning.

Had the Green Dragon essence blood awakening failed? His appearance seemed unchanged.

Thinking this, Wang Yu reached out with a hand, and crystalline specks materialized before him, coalescing into a full-length mirror.

In the mirror, his current form was clearly reflected.

Most of his body was covered in scales; a massive tail, like a steel whip, swayed unconsciously behind him; his long hair reached his shoulders, and at a glance, he seemed little different from before.

But Wang Yu’s gaze sharpened—he noticed something, raised his hand, and touched his head.

The next instant, his pupils contracted.

A small, inch-tall emerald horn had grown within his hair, mostly concealed, with only a tiny tip exposed.

He had grown a horn—a delicate, emerald-green, single horn.

He had truly fused the Green Dragon essence blood from the fish demon’s blood—he now possessed the dragon bloodline.