Chapter 60: Great Calamity Approaches, Farewell Xiao Chen

Feng Yi was not trying to replace his foundational cultivation method; after all, the Heavenly Stele Mystic Law he cultivates can be considered the foremost mystic art among the heavens of this realm—how could the minor Undying Gate's technique compare?

He mainly sought to better understand the meaning of life and death, examining the two fragmentary Qin Dao Techniques he had distilled from Fu Huang's information, which embody the Way of Life and Death.

Those two fragmentary techniques both come from the manifest information of a beyond-shore existence, excessively lofty, akin to the essence of the Great Dao.

Feng Yi now essentially grasps the principles and formulas, but lacks concrete methods of application.

Although the Undying Gate's technique falls short of those two Qin Dao Techniques, its moves and abilities happen to contain some basic notions of the meaning of life and death, perfectly suited for him to now apply the Great Dao of Life and Death he has comprehended, deepening his insight into it.

Countless thoughts flowed in his mind; the heart method, techniques, abilities, and creative principles of the Undying Demon Technique continually circulated in Feng Yi's mind, giving rise to numerous insights.

Although he had not previously cultivated the Undying Demon Technique, myriad laws and paths converge; his prior organization and contemplation of those two fragmentary Qin Dao Techniques actually amounted to already mastering the fundamental principles of the Great Dao of Life and Death.

Moreover, after accommodating Fuxi's stature, his aptitude, comprehension, and talent can be considered top‑notch, greatly enhancing his understanding.

Now studying this Undying Demon Technique for the basic application of the meaning of life and death feels like commanding a high vantage point, naturally as if aided by the gods.

Only a moment later, Feng Yi preliminarily grasped the essential truth of the Undying Demon Technique.

Hum

He slowly opened his eyes; black and white specks of light flowed in his pupils, containing profound martial principles, as if manifesting the Way of Life and Death.

With a gesture, black and white true qi flowed in his palm, transforming life into death and death into life, freely as he wished; the exquisite application of the meaning of life and death was fully displayed in his hand.

If the elder of the Undying Gate were still alive and saw this, his eyes would probably pop out.

The meaning of life and death is free and unfettered, the qi of life and death transforms at will; even among the Undying Gate, few can truly achieve this.

If the elder could achieve this, he would not have died so stifled due to a mistake in his true qi.

"If I were to pose as a successor of the Undying Gate now, I doubt anyone would dare say otherwise!"

This thought arose in his mind, and Feng Yi couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Afterwards, noticing the white‑clad figure beside him curiously observing the black‑white true qi flowing in his palm, Feng Yi felt a stir, dispersed the qi in his palm, and chuckled, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lan Nuo, are you alright?"

Seeing the true qi imbued with the meaning of life and death dissipate, Lan Nuo withdrew her gaze and gently shook her head.

Afterwards, she said with feeling, "Fellow Daoist Feng, I find I can't see through you more and more; four cultivators of the Knowledge Storage Realm superior to you were actually slain by you so easily—if we were of the same realm, I doubt I could be your match."

Speaking of this, the image of that battle surfaced in her mind—the various strange yet powerful means Fellow Daoist Feng displayed were utterly unlike what a Knowledge Storage Realm cultivator could master, and her heart grew ever more awed by his mystery.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Lan Nuo, you overpraise me."

He casually chuckled and said offhand, "It's merely relying on a treasure's ability, not worth mentioning; if you, Fellow Daoist, were to recover your full strength, these tricks of mine would amount to nothing."

Lan Nuo gave Feng Yi a speechless glance, at a loss for words for a moment.

If she were to recover her full strength, the gap would be two—no, wrong; at her peak her strength rivals that of a Longevity Realm cultivator, which is a difference of three major realms—how could they compare?

After chatting a while, Feng Yi and Lan Nuo proceeded together toward the two juvenile dragons.

Although the recent battle appeared fierce, its overwhelmingly one‑sided nature meant little time had actually passed; the two juvenile dragons remained where they were, unmoved.

Seeing Feng Yi's figure approach, the qilin‑like juvenile dragon lowered its guard and instead showed a hint of closeness.

Feng Yi stroked its dragon horn, then turned his gaze to the stubborn juvenile dragon lying in a pool of blood.

This black‑brown little dragon seemed at death's door, covered in wounds, its life force flickering faintly.

"Ah!"

Lan Nuo sighed, a trace of pity appearing in her beautiful eyes, and softly said, "The Ancestral Dragon's path of the Dragon Clan is truly too cruel!"

Shaking his head, Feng Yi casually remarked, "Tempers forge true gold; myriad dragons contend for supremacy—having been born into the Dragon Clan, this is their fate."

Speaking of this, the image of a formidable foe from another world rose in his mind, and he said in a deep voice, "Furthermore, in this age a new round of the Great Calamity approaches; myriad races strive to survive, and the Dragon Clan has no other recourse—only the emergence of a new Ancestral Dragon can give those burdened by curse and the Heavenly Stele's suppression a chance to find a sliver of hope for their kin; otherwise"

Saying this, he unconsciously halted his speech, not continuing, causing Lan Nuo—who had been drawn in by his secret of the Great Calamity—to freeze her expression, and she rarely gave him a white look.

Had her cultivation not been sealed, Lan Nuo would truly have liked to discuss martial truths thoroughly with Fellow Daoist Feng, so he could grasp the might of a Nirvana Realm martial artist.

Feng Yi paid no heed to Lan Nuo's gesture; instead he slowly squatted, extended his palm, and placed it on the black‑brown little dragon's Ancestral Dragon head.

Hum

His inner mystic art turned; black and white specks of light flowed beside him, deep death and vibrant life intertwining—one gloomy and lifeless, the other warm and thriving.

The meaning of life and death achieved balance, continually interweaving and linking with the Heaven and Earth Great Dao, forming a naturally heavenly qin tone.

The qin tone resonated, drawing the natural power of heaven and earth; ambient spiritual energy spontaneously gathered upon the juvenile dragon, transforming into gentle life force to heal its wounds.

Meanwhile, ancient dragon patterns faintly appeared on Feng Yi's body, and a solemn, sacred aura rose in his palm, merging into the dragon's body to refine its draconic form.

From the moment these two juvenile dragons appeared before him, Feng Yi faintly realized this was the goodwill released by that old Ancestral Dragon, or rather a certain regard for him.

After all, this seemingly insignificant stubborn dragon before him actually holds an extraordinary status among the Dragon Clan, and may even have deep ties to that old Ancestral Dragon.

Feng Yi himself already had deep ties to the Dragon Clan, having received the primordial ancestral dragon's qi from the Primordial Ancestral Dragon and integrated it into himself, so he naturally did not reject the goodwill released by that old Ancestral Dragon.

Anyway, by this he could obtain a powerful Dragon King, or even an Ancestral Dragon as an aide.

Moreover, he had promised the Primordial Ancestral Dragon to find a genuine Dragon Clan heir for her; this juvenile dragon before him is quite suitable.

The qilin‑like juvenile dragon beside them, witnessing this, showed a hint of respect and longing in its eyes.

Shortly thereafter, all the wounds on the black‑brown juvenile dragon were healed by the life force, and its aura underwent a slight change.

More importantly, the hair on its Ancestral Dragon head underwent a tremendous change, sprouting a dragon horn directly.

"This"

Seeing this, Lan Nuo's expression stiffened, and a ridiculous thought suddenly arose in her mind.

"Could Fellow Daoist Feng also be a dragon, even an Ancestral Dragon?"

But the next moment she instantly dispelled that notion.

Because she could confirm that the black‑robed youth before her was indeed a pure human.

"Hehe, it seems I was truly narrow‑minded before; there are still many secrets in this world I have yet to know!"

This thought arising in her mind, Lan Nuo's Dao heart grew ever more resolute.

Even if it were to better understand the world's secrets, she would still press on to the pinnacle of cultivation to see.

"Mm!"

When Lan Nuo lost focus, the little stubborn dragon's injuries all disappeared, even its scales changed, carrying a hint of ancient meaning.

It opened its eyes, first looking around in confusion, then instinctively raised its proud dragon head, stubbornly trying to shake off the hand on its head.

But the next moment, upon seeing Feng Yi's figure and sensing his aura, the little stubborn dragon's stubbornness vanished, instead showing a hint of closeness.

Seeing this, Lan Nuo exclaimed with a tsk-tsk of wonder: "Feng Daoist, if I didn't know you were a true human, I would have mistaken you for a dragon mighty who has taken human form!"

"Ha ha."

He chuckled lightly, Feng Yi withdrew his hand from the little stubborn dragon's head and said softly: "Sorry to have amused you, Lan Nuo Daoist; I once received a gift from a dragon senior, so I have some connection with the dragon clan."

Having said that, Feng Yi glanced at the sky as if unintentionally, then stood up and said: "The matter is settled; the commotion here might attract fierce beasts, and it's unclear whether these people's companions will come looking, so we should leave quickly."

"Hmm."

Lan Nuo nodded.

As for the two little dragons, they naturally followed the two people.

Given their current fondness for Feng Yi, they would not refuse to follow him.

After dealing with the surroundings, he stored the miscellaneous items of the five cultivators from the Eternal Life Continent into a space he opened using the gate concept, then Feng Yi and Lan Nuo took the two little dragons and left.

After an unknown amount of time, a booming sound rang out, and the Lion King Dragon, huge like a small hill, arrived at the spot.

After observing it for a long while, the Lion King Dragon seemed to sense something, opened its dragon mouth wide, but only let out a deep sigh, then left.

Deep in the primordial forests of Dragon Island.

A black mountain range flashing with dark light wound and coiled, like a black dragon lying across the land.

Before the black mountain range, a youth with a resolute stare gazed dumbfounded at the black peak before him, his eyes showing disbelief.

Because what lay before him was not a mountain range but a black tree trunk reduced to half its length.

Beside the youth stood three figures, which were actually three skeletons capable of moving on their own.

And atop the youth's head sat a snow-white furball.

After a long while, the youth muttered to himself: "What kind of tree is this? Only half remains, yet when fallen it is as tall and wide as a mountain range?"

Just as the youth felt shocked, a familiar clear voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "That was once the Dragon Clan's sacred tree, the Heaven-Reaching Divine Wood, merely cut down!"

"Dragon Clan Sacred Tree."

Before the words even faded, the youth suddenly realized, instinctively looked into the distance, and his eyes showed undisguised joy as he shouted: "Big Brother Feng!"

Not far off, a man and a woman approached; the man wore billowing black robes, the woman fluttering white garments.

And beside them followed two baby dragons, one purplish like a qilin, the other brownish like a tiger-leopard.

The arrivals were naturally Feng Yi and Lan Nuo.

Arriving before the youth, Feng Yi showed a faint smile on his face and said softly: "Brother Xiao, we meet again."

(End of Chapter)