Chapter 1625

However, as soon as Ye Xiao moved, the Long Zhu, which had previously shown no reaction, suddenly trembled, then unleashed boundless malice—a vast dragon-shaped phantom emerged, fangs bared and claws extended, lunging at Ye Xiao.

"Hmph, trivial tricks!" Ye Xiao sneered, utterly unfazed; the devouring force within his body erupted, instantly crushing and annihilating the dragon phantom into powder.

Ye Xiao paid no heed to these chaotic thoughts, focusing entirely on controlling the devouring force as he slowly approached the Long Zhu, intending to consume it.

But just then, the Long Zhu, which had been on the verge of death, suddenly radiated dazzling black light, and an utterly terrifying force erupted without warning.

"Bad!" Ye Xiao's face changed drastically; without hesitation, he instantly retreated in a burst of speed.

"Boom—!"

The next instant, that terrifying force slammed into the altar, producing a deafening roar that made the entire altar tremble.

The residual force of that blow did not fade, spreading outward in all directions, causing Ye Xiao's robes to snap violently and nearly hurling him backward.

"That was close!" Ye Xiao broke out in a cold sweat.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar…"

At that moment, a series of ear-splitting roars rang out, and then countless massive dragon-shaped phantoms appeared above the altar—each phantom stretched a full kilometer in length, bodies twisted, lifelike, radiating ferocious energy.

They glared at Ye Xiao with furious eyes, as if he were prey.

"This… this is the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon!" Ye Xiao's pupils shrank sharply, a chill rising from his soles.

Legends said the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon was the king among dragons, the first dragon born at the dawn of chaos, its combat power limitless—even the mysterious Yuanshi Tianzun could not overcome them.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

As Ye Xiao reeled in shock, three Ancestral Dragon phantoms moved simultaneously—their colossal tails swept through the void, stirring up rolling clouds of dust.

"Damn!" Ye Xiao cursed inwardly, not daring to hesitate, he immediately activated his devouring force to block.

Yet these three attacks were too terrifying—Ye Xiao's devouring force could not withstand them, shattered instantly, then slammed heavily onto his chest.

"Pfft!" Ye Xiao spat a mouthful of blood, his body flung backward like a kite with severed string, crashing hard onto the altar.

"What's going on? Did I do something wrong again, angering the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon?" Ye Xiao struggled to his feet, staring at the three Ancestral Dragon phantoms above the altar, his face pale, heart pounding with dread.

If he hadn't dodged just now, he would have been dead for sure.

These three Ancestral Dragon phantoms were far too powerful—Ye Xiao felt he was as fragile as an ant compared to them.

"Huff! Huff!"

As Ye Xiao was still reeling from shock, the three Ancestral Dragon phantoms rapidly advanced toward him, as if determined to tear him to shreds.

"Damn it, I just wanted to borrow your power to cultivate! Do you have to kill me?!" Ye Xiao felt deeply aggrieved—he could foresee that if the three Ancestral Dragon phantoms caught him, he'd be dead for sure.

Thus, he did not delay—he immediately activated the Chaotic Devouring Immortal Scripture, frantically refining the pure drop of Chaotic Ancestral Dragon blood.

As the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon blood merged into Ye Xiao's body, his pores opened wide, wisps of chaotic energy seeped out; his skin became translucent, as if draped in a silvery luster.

Ye Xiao's aura surged upward; within moments, his cultivation broke through to the early stage of Tongxuan Realm, continuing to rise.

"Sss…"

Seeing this, the many martial artists watching from afar couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, their faces filled with shock.

"This guy is truly a monster—just by absorbing the Long Zhu, he gained such astonishing benefits!"

"No wonder he defeated Lu Wushuang!"

"No wonder he's a freak seen once in ten thousand years!"

The crowd buzzed with chatter, eyes wide, staring fixedly at Ye Xiao atop the altar, their gazes filled with awe and envy.

They all knew the power contained within this Long Zhu was immensely vast and profound—now absorbed by Ye Xiao, his gains were certainly not insignificant.

Moreover, the power within the Long Zhu was not fixed—it could change at any moment; if Ye Xiao was lucky, he might even comprehend a higher-level Chaotic Ancient Scripture.

If he could refine all three Long Zhu, perhaps he could become a true Chaotic Sacred Body.

At that point, even a single avatar could dominate his peers.

Of course, Ye Xiao's talent was undeniably heavenly—otherwise, he would never have been chosen by the Chaotic Sacred Emperor.

Yet Ye Xiao smiled bitterly—he could feel how terrifying this power was; one misstep and he'd die. Unfortunately, it was too terrifying—he dared not risk trying to harness it.

Thus, Ye Xiao did not linger—he quickly left the altar.

"Huh? That guy ran?" someone exclaimed, clearly surprised Ye Xiao had fled at the critical moment.

But Ye Xiao did not escape—he went to a region at the altar's perimeter, where five jade boxes sat, each radiating potent spiritual fluctuations and emitting an intoxicating fragrance.

These jade boxes were crafted from special materials that sealed off all aura—unless one could decipher their composition, no one could sense what was sealed inside.

Ye Xiao reached out and seized one jade box, then pulled it open with force; instantly, a vast surge of energy erupted, filling the entire space.

The energy was incredibly pure, giving the sensation of purifying the flesh.

"Such potent medicinal power!" Ye Xiao's eyes lit up with delight.

This energy was a hundred times denser than the previous Long Zhu—it was among the most supreme treasures Ye Xiao had ever encountered.

Yet unfortunately, it contained only ordinary medicinal herbs—useless to him now.

Ye Xiao shook his head, then turned to the other four jade boxes.

The second, third, fourth, and seventh jade boxes contained: Jin Wu Dan, Huo Huang Dan, Long Hu Dan, Lei Ting Dan—various pills that enhanced martial artists' potential and cultivation speed.

In addition, there was one medicinal plant.

It was a tree, its trunk reddish-brown, about ten feet tall, entirely crimson, radiating scorching heat that made the surrounding space grow blistering.

Ye Xiao froze—he seemed to have heard of this before.

"Could this be the Zhu Que Ancient Kingdom's national treasure—the Feng Yan Tree?" Ye Xiao's gaze sharpened; a memory flashed in his mind—a colossal tree, entirely ablaze, standing atop the heavens in the depths of the Wasteland Mountains, radiating suffocating, terrifying pressure.

That scene was etched deeply in Ye Xiao's memory.

"Could this really be the legendary national treasure of the Zhu Que Ancient Kingdom? Has the Zhu Que Ancient Kingdom truly survived intact?" Ye Xiao murmured in astonishment.

The 1388th national treasure: Fengyan Tree

Although Ye Xiao did not know the true name of this national treasure of the Zhu Que Ancient Kingdom, he guessed it must be the Fengyan Tree.

After all, Zhu Que is a bird, and this Fengyan Tree, the national treasure of the Zhu Que Ancient Kingdom, is its companion supreme treasure; there is some connection between them. Perhaps only by finding the ancestors of the Zhu Que Ancient Kingdom would the truth come to light.

"Shuashuashua…" At that moment, several sharp killing auras suddenly erupted from the altar, startling Ye Xiao, who swiftly retreated.

Boom-crack!

The next instant, the altar exploded violently, wild energy surging and striking the surrounding walls, causing tombstones to collapse and dust to swirl.

Immediately after, a pitch-black spatial rift appeared above the altar, emitting a terrifying sucking force that sought to drag Ye Xiao into it.

"Bad!" Ye Xiao's pupils shrank sharply, his heart leapt, and without hesitation, he turned and fled.

But the spatial rift spread faster, covering a thousand-meter radius around Ye Xiao in an instant, forming a cage-like space.

"Damn!" Ye Xiao was stunned—he realized that the moment the spatial rift appeared, he had lost control of Earth Yuan Qi; his body was immobilized, unable to even take a single step.

"What the hell is this thing!" Ye Xiao gritted his teeth, his spirit trembling violently; within the terrifying spatial rift, destructive fluctuations were brewing, ready to kill him at any moment.

Ye Xiao was filled with desperate anxiety, exerting every ounce of strength to activate the Long Zhu within his body, preparing to unleash its power to resist the spatial rift.

Hummm!

Yet, at this critical moment, a brilliant violet light suddenly descended around Ye Xiao, forming a luminous shield that blocked the spatial rift.

Immediately after, the spectral figure of a purple-robed man appeared, releasing a powerful, suffocating aura like a sovereign ruling the world—majestic, imposing, his cold eyes sweeping the surroundings as he slowly spoke: "You, all deserve to die!"

His voice was icy, chilling to the bone, as if plunging one into the deepest pits of hell.

This sudden occurrence left everyone gasping in shock.

They could not see the purple-robed man's face, but his words carried boundless fury; even from afar, the dread was unmistakable.

"Who is this man? How dare he say 'you' in the plural!" exclaimed a Wu Wang realm expert in shock.

"I don't know!" someone shook their head helplessly.

He was too unfamiliar; few present recognized him.

"Who is he? Could he be the legendary master beyond the Wu Wang realm?" Lin Xiao frowned sharply.

Though he was at the peak of Wu Zong, he dared not provoke such a terrifying force—even feeling a tinge of reverence.

"Hng!"

A muffled boom reverberated in all directions, shaking the soul, followed by an unmatched force surging forth, slamming violently into the terrifying spatial rift.

Boom!