UGB Chapter 94 "True Dragon Essence Blood"
Chapter 94 "True Dragon Essence Blood"
That was a dragon.
A "real dragon" with scales, claws, beard, and lifelike features.
Its head resembles a camel's, its antlers a deer's, its eyes a rabbit's, and its ears a cow's.
Its neck is as serpentine, its belly as round as a clam, its body covered in black scales, its claws as sharp as an eagle's, and its paws as powerful as a tiger's.
A rebellious scale grows on its throat, and its dragon body twists and turns.
Its mane fluttered around its neck, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring presence.
Chen Bai's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the dragon, which was only a foot long, and his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.
Just then, Xiao Ding's notification sounded.
Extract: "True Dragon Essence Blood" *1
This incredibly pure dragon blood was undoubtedly extracted from the bodies of those ten or so dragon-like mountain demons.
Its origins can be traced back to the four-clawed black dragon raised by the Foundation Establishment Immortal who passed away in meditation.
Chen Bai judged that the true dragon blood essence was quite precious based solely on the color of the light cluster given by the small cauldron.
However, what he didn't know was that 60,000 years ago... that was the 60,000-year Innate Tribulation, the [Dragon Abyss Fortune].
Originally, the true dragon had many offspring, which were spread across lakes and waters on all continents.
There are so many that even in a single well there is a so-called "Well Dragon King," whose power is at its zenith, almost dominating the entire Changxiao Realm.
However, after that [Dragon-Slaying Calamity]...
Everything came to an abrupt end.
Sengluojia Prefecture, Zhonglangdao Prefecture, Nanliman Prefecture...
Led by the "Three Sects and Six Schools," all factions—Taoism, Buddhism, Demonism, and various demon races—raised their swords in a massacre, taking advantage of this calamity to slaughter the offspring of true dragons.
This has led to a significant decrease in the number of true dragon descendants, who were once ubiquitous.
Furthermore, the bloodline of the True Dragon clan was restricted by a group of Bodhisattva Venerables and Tribulation Immortals, which greatly limited their ability to reproduce.
Therefore, only tens of thousands of years later, the traces of the "True Dragon" no longer involved lakes and marshes on land, but instead confined themselves to the "Four Seas".
Even in the Chi River, Lin River, Ying River, Qiu River, Pan River... there are no purebred true dragons; they are mostly mixed-blood dragons.
This shows just how precious this pure dragon blood is.
Chen Bai finished taking stock of all the spoils.
He glanced at the mine entrance halfway up the mountain, but didn't rush in. Instead, he found a secluded spot and sat down to cultivate.
Take out a ball of incomparably pure "blood essence".
He swallowed it in one gulp and began to circulate his embryonic breathing. As time passed, it gradually transformed into abundant qi and blood within his body.
One regiment, two regiments, three regiments...
Chen Bai stopped after swallowing five clumps of "blood essence".
He held a condensed demonic essence in his hand, slowly accumulating his inner energy.
His spiritual sense transported streams of vital energy, transforming them into fuel to help him advance in his cultivation level.
"Almost there, the state of 'full dantian qi'..."
Its vital energy is as abundant as a river, resonating with the continuous flow of spiritual energy. Under the guidance of its spiritual consciousness, it circulates throughout the body, gradually generating streams of true vital energy.
The pool is full when it is full, and overflows when it is full.
Another stream of true qi was generated from the dantian.
The once vast dantian is now full.
With a soft, almost inaudible "pop," the water overflowed...
A feeling of breaking free from constraints arose spontaneously, and Chen Bai suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them, and his clothes moved even though there was no wind around him.
Mid-stage of embryonic breathing! It has been broken!
......
the other side.
Inside the mine, two people and a tiger moved slowly forward.
Zhang Ruxue looked around; pieces of ore were scattered and piled up, not yet moved.
It seems the people here evacuated in a rather hurried manner, as several mining tools were even left on the ground.
As you venture deeper inside, you go further and further in.
Only then did they realize that the cave was quite large, several tens of feet high, yet strangely, there was no trace of the mountain demons living there.
Deep inside the mine, silence reigned like that of a grave.
This was the deepest part of the mine, with the rock strata overhead reaching dozens of feet high. The sword light couldn't reach the top; one could only vaguely see a cluster of hanging stalactites, gleaming with a damp, eerie light in the darkness.
Before the two, seven or eight forks in the road were clearly visible.
These side paths are narrow and rugged, some winding upwards, some going deep downwards, and some only wide enough for one person to pass sideways.
Let's split up and act separately.
Zhang Ruxue withdrew her gaze, her tone cool and resolute: "There are too many forks in the road; if we combine them all, who knows how long we'll have to search."
I'll go three lines to the left, you go three lines to the right, and we'll explore the two middle lines after we meet.
If you discover the mountain maiden's lair, use the sound of your sword as a signal; do not act rashly.
"Yes, Senior Sister Zhang."
Yao Ye cupped his hands in response, his face displaying just the right amount of solemnity.
He watched Zhang Ruxue's sword light disappear into the depths of the leftmost mine tunnel until that frosty white was completely swallowed by darkness before slowly straightening up.
Silence returned to the mine shaft.
Yao Ye didn't rush to leave, but stood there for a moment, listening intently—
After Zhang Ruxue's footsteps had faded into the distance, he took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his pouch.
"Chiyangjian".
A first-grade superior magic artifact.
Yao Ye activated his magic, and the mirror surface shimmered with a hazy crimson-gold light. Then, the light suddenly converged, transforming into an extremely thin beam of light that slowly swept across the intersections.
When the beam of light swept to the second fork in the road on the right, a layer of pale golden patterns suddenly appeared on the mirror surface. The patterns faintly pointed into the depths of the fork, as if guiding something.
A glint of light flashed in Yao Ye's eyes.
This Crimson Sun Mirror can gather "Crimson Sun True Fire" to blast enemies.
There is another mysterious aspect: the mirror contains a wisp of demonic beast aura, which can be used to sense the location of other beings of the same bloodline within a certain range.
He had already noticed on the mountaintop that the magical artifact was reacting unusually strongly—
Deep within this mine, there must be something related to dragons.
Without hesitation, Yao Ye stepped into the second fork in the road on the right.
As they walked deeper into the mine tunnel, it became narrower and narrower, and strange marks began to appear on the rock walls on both sides.
It wasn't the claw marks of a mandrill, but something much larger and older.
Occasionally, large scratch marks can be seen on the rock face, each as wide as a palm and deeply embedded in the stone, as if it had been repeatedly rubbed by some enormous creature.
"Aww..."
The black cloud tiger beneath Yao Ye let out a low whimper, its four legs involuntarily slowing down.
This spirit beast, which was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was usually fierce, but at this moment it seemed unusually agitated, its tiger tail tightly tucked between its legs.
A pair of bright yellow beast eyes kept scanning the surrounding darkness, as if it was afraid of something.
Yao Ye frowned and patted the tiger's neck. Mo Yunhu calmed down, but his four legs were still trembling slightly.
"You good-for-nothing."
Yao Ye cursed under his breath, but couldn't help feeling nervous.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the mine tunnel ahead suddenly opened up.
Yao Ye held her breath.
This is an incredibly large cavern.
The cave ceiling is hundreds of feet high, and the rock walls are densely covered with glowing moss that emits a faint blue light, making the entire cave hall look like an underwater dragon palace.
In the center of the cave, a towering tree rises from the ground, its trunk so thick that it would take dozens of people to encircle it, and its canopy so large that it almost touches the cave ceiling.
Every leaf on the tree shimmered with a faint silvery-white light, and from a distance, it looked as if it were covered with countless stars.
The tree roots twisted and turned like dragons, deeply embedded in the rock strata. Between the roots, countless fragments of broken spirit stones could be vaguely seen, having been dimmed for countless years.
But what truly made Yao Ye's pupils constrict was the skeleton next to the big tree.