“Hahaha!” The two ancient remnant souls exchanged smiles. Before the Celestial Void Daoist’s phantom dissipated into fireflies, he cast a meaningful glance at the Dragon Soul: “Your Dragon race’s so-called ‘innate nature’ isn’t just about slaughter.”
Once the stone chamber returned to silence, the Dragon Soul, which had re-formed on the bronze coffin, looked at the two meditating figures and marveled, “This kid really suits my temperament.”
The Celestial Void Daoist’s lingering thought echoed in the void: “You deliberately didn’t tell him everything, did you? When the Yinglong bloodline awakens, the agitation of lust is even harder to suppress than the urge to kill, isn’t it?”
“Likewise, you didn’t warn that girl either, did you?” Ao Pan’s dragon whiskers trembled slightly in the spiritual wind. “The things you and I missed back then, let’s see these juniors…” Before he finished speaking, the last wisp of his remnant soul had turned into green smoke and disappeared into the Dragon Suppressing Nail.
The last trace of sound waves in the world dissipated, and the two outlines finally returned to nothingness.
The kaleidoscopic dream tides surged, with shimmering giant Kun and sky-reaching Golden Peng chasing each other among the clouds, and colorful spirit butterflies weaving through storms of laws. In the distance, the roar of a Kirin shattering the void could be heard.
The moment the blood-colored crystal pattern on Qing Feng’s forehead flickered, the entire dream universe suddenly collapsed and reorganized, with billions of stars transforming into flowing Dao patterns that entwined around his body.
Suspended in the center of the boiling torrent of laws, Qing Feng lightly touched his fingertips and saw the vast ocean transform into mulberry fields.
A profound truth of heaven and earth, beyond words, awakened deep within his Sea of Consciousness. Every pore exhaled the primordial Dao rhyme from the dawn of chaos.
“So that’s it!” He gazed at the transparent prism crystal forming in his palm, which reflected the cycles of birth and death of three thousand worlds.
When this primordial power was injected into the two phantoms in mid-air, the outlines of the Pure Yang Sword Immortal and the Victorious Fighting Buddha simultaneously erupted with dazzling starlight.
Qing Feng’s gaze lingered between the two phantoms. Although the Great Sage Equal to Heaven possessed earth-shattering power, those mysterious methods of stealing immortal peaches and pilfering Golden Cores were probably not something the current dream dimension could accommodate.
In contrast, the Primal Chaos Dao Fruit cultivated by Pure Yang True Man after ten tribulations perfectly aligned with the Yin-Yang laws currently flowing.
The moment the primordial crystal stone merged into Lu Dongbin’s phantom, the Ziwei Star beyond the Ninth Heaven suddenly lit up.
Illusions of ten thousand Daoist scriptures flipping appeared in the void, and eighty-one green swords formed a Zhou Tian Sword Array. A figure, singing as he came, gradually solidified within the river of sword qi.
Cloud-patterned jade belts bound his ink-black long hair, and the Xuan Tian Bagua circulated Yin and Yang energies on his moon-white Daoist robe.
When the newly born Sword Immortal avatar opened his eyes, they simultaneously reflected the Big Dipper and the vast Northern Darkness Sea. The sound of the Milky Way cascading could be heard from the wine gourd at his waist.
As Qing Feng’s eyes met those of the mysterious entity in the void, his Sea of Consciousness suddenly surged with profound fluctuations.
Three lines of jade-glowing seal script appeared in the air, their characters like coiling dragons around his Nascent Soul Dharma Body.
“Marrow hides golden essence, peach branches nurture true spirit.”
“Kan and Li intertwine, wood mother transforms into Dan Yuan.”
The Nascent Soul, originally seated on a lotus platform, suddenly glowed with a glass-like aura, and the golden light flowing around its body gradually solidified into substantial armor.
Outside the cave dwelling, Qing Feng’s main body suddenly felt a torrent of spiritual energy surging through his meridians, and his realm’s bottleneck actually began to loosen.
Three days and nights later, the Nascent Soul Dharma Form suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils reflecting the five ancient seal characters of “Quanzhen Pure Yang Art.”
This secret scripture, created by Patriarch Lu after comprehending the Dao De Jing, though not as profound as the primordial inheritance he received in his dreams, contained unique profound mysteries. It cultivated a Golden Core internally and a sword body externally. The dual cultivation characteristic of the technique allowed Lu Dongbin to both break all laws with his sword and withstand heavenly tribulation lightning and fire.
Thinking of the anecdotes about Patriarch Lu and his Daoist companion, Bai Mudan, recorded in the ancient texts, Qing Feng’s ears slightly reddened.
However, the Qi in his body uncontrollably circulated according to the new cultivation method. The nine-grade jade lotus in his Dantian spun rapidly, emitting wisps of ethereal purple energy.
The Nascent Soul Dharma Body suddenly broke free like a silkworm emerging from its cocoon, its form growing rapidly with the wind.
The originally three-foot-tall golden body shed its brilliant radiance, transforming into a clear spiritual body identical to his main body.
When the last wisp of golden light merged into his glabella, Qing Feng abruptly opened his eyes, and the phantom of a green lotus blooming at his fingertips signaled that Spirit Transformation had been achieved.
Before he could even experience the marvel of his Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) leaving his body, the cave dwelling’s barrier suddenly vibrated violently. Blood-colored malevolent energy penetrated the stone walls, and the roars of ancient ferocious beasts shook his soul. The joy of his newly achieved Spirit Transformation instantly froze on his face.
Qing Feng’s pupils constricted, and he suddenly spun around to look at Yun Qingrao.
The woman, who was usually as serene as the moon reflected in a Cold Pond, was now surrounded by surging, ink-black malevolent energy. Blood-colored qi whirlwinds wrapped around her ten fingers, tearing her skirt into countless butterfly wings.
His throat tightened. The Dragon Blood backlash was three incense sticks faster than expected!
Before he could form a hand seal, Yun Qingrao had already rushed towards him, bringing a foul wind. The sparks struck between the Xuan iron sword sheath and the jade floor had not yet extinguished when nine layers of ice crystal barriers shattered in response. As Qing Feng staggered backward, he caught sight of her blood-red eyes, like two eerie lanterns soaked in the water of the River of Forgetfulness.
“How could this be?” He crushed the jade pendant at his waist, and his protective True Qi melted away like spring snow encountering boiling oil.
He had thought this maddened state would reduce her combat power by seventy percent, but now, the dark-gold dragon patterns circulating around Yun Qingrao’s body had actually solidified, and each scale exuded the pressure of an ancient ferocious beast.
“Cang Ming!” The Autumn Water Sword materialized from the void, its hum like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Qing Feng bit his tongue to unleash his Natal Sword Intent. In an instant, the entire hall was saturated with blue light, and countless water swords suspended in the air formed a Zhou Tian Star Array.
This was his newly comprehended Qi Wu Sword Dao, using himself as a balance to equally divide the creation of heaven and earth.
A muffled, thunderous dragon roar rumbled from Yun Qingrao’s throat, and the plain gauze on her shoulders turned to dust in the sword qi.
Qing Feng, however, had no time to admire her jade-like skin, staring intently at the crimson-gold patterns appearing on her collarbone.
The strike that should have been enough to cleave open a Xuan tortoise shell had only left a faint pink mark on her snowy skin!
“Clang!” The third sword qi struck Yun Qingrao’s palm and exploded into a rain of light, causing Qing Feng’s tiger’s mouth to split open.
Even more terrifying was the Yinglong Dharma image coiled behind her; two silver waterfalls poured from its dragon eyes, actually matching the countless water swords equally.
He suddenly realized that within this seemingly delicate body lay a primordial power capable of tearing apart Dongxuan Realm cultivators with bare hands.
When the fist wind, imbued with dragon’s breath, tore through his last protective True Essence, Qing Feng smelled the unique scent of blood that accompanies impending death.
He flipped his hand and pressed the sword hilt against his heart, letting the Autumn Water Sword crack inch by inch. This was a life-saving forbidden technique passed down by his Master on his deathbed, and he hadn’t expected to use it now.
Qing Feng’s internal organs felt as if they were being scorched by flames, a sweet Fishy smell surged in his throat, and crimson blood foam splattered his front. He collapsed to the ground like a broken puppet.
He forcibly gathered True Qi, intending to turn over, but saw Yun Qingrao, with a demonic aura, pressing down on him. Her normally serene eyes now surged with crimson malevolent energy.
The sound of tearing fabric pierced the silence. Qing Feng suddenly felt a chill invade his body. When he tried to raise his hand to block, he found that all his major acupoints had already been sealed. He looked in astonishment at the exquisite face so close to him, his Adam’s apple trembling: “If you want to kill me, then kill me, why this?!”
His words were cut short by the scene before him.
As Yun Qingrao’s delicate hands danced, her moon-white gauze dress fluttered like snowflakes. Her jade-like skin glowed coldly in the dark night, like a Udumbara flower blooming in a Cold Pond.
Excruciating pain suddenly tore through the chaos, and Qing Feng’s knuckles dug deep into the cracks of the green bricks.
This was clearly a sensation real to the bone, yet the scene before him was even more absurd than a spring dream.