C589 Attack the Mud Pellet!

Zhongli Dapan watched Yu Yuan refine the dragon blood with the Blood Altar within his body, his eyes burning with the intensity of someone beholding a rare and precious jewel.

As he watched, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Loong Jie, that fool, must have thought a single drop of his dragon blood would be enough to end your life. Hehe, how could he have imagined that within your little world of vitality, there exists a divine Blood Altar capable of seizing the very essence of heaven and earth!"

"Loong Jie, oh Loong Jie, we never saw eye to eye, and now in the Sword Prison, you've even tried to block my escape!"

"You got what you deserved, outwitted by this young man and stripped of a drop of your refined dragon blood!"

The more Zhongli Dapan spoke, the more animated he became, nearly bursting into a dance of excitement.

In a corner of the cave, Chen Qingyan stood with poise, her captivating eyes fixed on Yu Yuan, whose skin was tinged purple-red, radiating an intense vitality. Her heart was awash with astonishment.

Her insight was far from ordinary.

She was well aware that Loong Jie, the old dragon from the Nagas, was a formidable ninth-level being!

At his prime, Loong Jie's combat prowess was on par with her master's, and the Nagas, categorized as demons, were renowned for their dragon bodies' resilience and the enigmatic properties of their blood.

A single drop of dragon blood from a ninth-level being like Loong Jie could potentially slay cultivators at the Lunar Spirit or even the Spirit Walk stage!

Yu Yuan, despite practicing Evil Body Refining and being at the Veil Breaking stage, should have been incapable of withstanding a drop of Loong Jie's dragon blood!

She had believed that ingesting a drop of dragon blood would torment Yu Yuan to the brink of death, if not outright kill him!

Yet, the scene unfolding before her defied all expectations.

Yu Yuan was miraculously refining the dragon blood. His corporeal body was once again brimming with vitality, undergoing a profound metamorphosis.

Chen Qingyan squinted her eyes and peered through the mystique, discovering a subtle thread forming between the acupoints of Yu Yuan's lower, middle, and upper elixir fields.

"Drawing the refined spiritual energy from the lower elixir field, converging the essence of vitality in the middle elixir field, and surging towards the mud pellet acupoint in the upper elixir field, this process will unlock the mysterious gateway to the soul and unveil the treasures of the human spirit."

Chen Qingyan's form quivered ever so slightly.

For a cultivator, the upper, middle, and lower elixir fields align in a straight line. The breakthrough of the upper elixir field, the mud pellet acupoint, depends on the combined forces of the lower and middle elixir fields.

Once the mud pellet is opened, it allows for the condensation of spiritual sense, granting a glimpse into one's own Mindscape.

Only then can the three souls of heaven, earth, and man be truly perceived.

At this moment, Yu Yuan, who was in the process of refining a drop of dragon blood, seemed on the verge of assaulting the mud pellet acupoint to break into the Subtlety realm, aiming to unlock his Mindscape and condense his spiritual sense.

"Little girl from the Sword Sect, once we're out of the Sword Prison, you must convince him to follow my path of cultivation," Zhongli Dapan bellowed with laughter, launching another punch at Yu Yuan.

Inside the cave, the ferocious intent of his fists was omnipresent.

Chen Qingyan could feel the terror of Zhongli Dapan's fist intent and realized that this extraordinary member of the Forgeroses might have cultivated the Ancient Echoes of the Void to a frightfully advanced level.

Once he shakes off the shackles of the Sword Prison and his vitality returns to its peak, his combat prowess would become unimaginably fearsome.

Chen Qingyan grew concerned about what would happen when Zhongli Dapan escaped the Sword Prison. The Forgeroses' sect master and the entire sect could be facing a dire situation.

Besides Zhongli Dapan, there was the sect master of the Nightbane, the ninth-level Loong Jie, and the cultivator of the Withered Sword...

Should these individuals emerge from the Sword Prison and appear in the Everlands one after another, wouldn't it throw the world into disarray?

The Untamed forbade any seventh-level archdemon or Spirit Walk cultivator from entering, likely understanding the potential for chaos and wishing to keep the events within the Marsh a secret.

"Years ago, due to a clash of ideals, I lost the contest for the sect master's throne and exiled myself to the extraterrestrial realms! In the Star River, I honed my fist intent against the Sky Fiend, and I've found a viable path to condense the primordial spirit through the Ancient Echoes of the Void!"

Zhongli Dapan, with a sweep of his sleeve, thrust his fist forward. Yu Yuan, still assimilating the dragon blood, had his bones crackle under the assault, as if he were on the brink of death from the pounding delivered by Zhongli Dapan.

The overwhelming force that dominated the heavens and earth, twisting space and bending time, was utterly irrational.

In the entire Sword Prison, he was the only anomaly. The pervasive sword's will and sword light were powerless against him, unable to target or land any effective blows.

At that moment, the bald elder was brimming with vigor as he declared, "Regrettably, during my time in the Soul Awakening and Veil Breaking realms, I did not push my body to its ultimate limits! I've sought a path to forge a primordial spirit through sheer corporeal strength, but I fear I may not be able to achieve it on my own."

His eyes gleamed as he gazed at Yu Yuan, who was screaming in agony, "I had planned to spend a century finding a suitable disciple to invest my life's work in, to see if he could attain the primordial spirit and accomplish a feat never before seen!"

"To think, such a promising prospect would be delivered right to my doorstep!"

Zhongli Dapan was filled with an indescribable excitement, "This young man, if only he agrees to practice the Ancient Echoes of the Void with me after his release from the Sword Prison, I would grant him anything. But should he refuse..."

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, followed by a chilling chuckle.

Boom! The punches landed, fracturing bones and shredding organs, inflicting agony so intense it could drive one to despair.

Yu Yuan withstood Zhongli Dapan's assault, his indomitable willpower concentrating his spirit as he attuned to the Blood Altar, refining a drop of Loong Jie's dragon's blood.

Hundreds of dragon's breaths, like streaks of purple-red lightning, surged into the Blood Altar. At that instant, the drop of dragon's blood burst apart.

A thumb-sized drop of dragon's blood fragmented into hundreds of tinier droplets.

Yu Yuan scrutinized each purple-red droplet, each one seemingly as formidable as a fourth-level Fellbeast, comparable to a cultivator of his own rank.

Hundreds of droplets, each with the might of a fourth-level Fellbeast—was this not akin to having the strength of hundreds of such creatures?

A single drop of dragon's blood held such an immense power!

Yu Yuan was astounded. Upon closer examination, it seemed as though the blood light expanded a thousandfold, revealing a dense network of crystalline bloodlines woven within.

The crystalline bloodlines seemed to be Loong Jie's unique trait, a manifestation of the Nagas' blood magic, which was an awakening of his race's many wondrous talents.

"A single drop of Loong Jie's blood holds such profound mysteries!"

Yu Yuan was deeply captivated. He suddenly realized that if this drop of Loong Jie's dragon blood were to fall into the hands of Loong Tianxiao or Zhao Yafu, they might decipher the divine abilities of dragon blood that Loong Jie had discerned over millennia. They could possibly unlock the secrets to the Nagas' advancement.

Loong Jie, the former patriarch of the Nagas, was said to be the dragon with the purest blood. He was well-versed in the Dragon Attendants' methods of communication and servitude to the Nagas. How to harness the power of the Dragon Attendants for oneself and how to enslave them might all be encoded within a single drop of dragon blood.

This seemed to be the distinct bloodline mark shared by the Nagas and evilkind.

Through the Blood Altar, Yu Yuan witnessed the marvels within a drop of dragon blood, gaining a deeper appreciation for the blood's mysteries in beings unlike humans.

"The Blood Altar, crafted from the Sunsorrow of a giant beast, bears a striking resemblance to the Soul Altar of the Sky Fiend. The cosmic giant beast, according to legend, was among the earliest life forms at the dawn of the universe. It's also said that both the Nagas and evilkind have ties to the cosmic giant beast."

"The cosmic giant beast may well be the Creator's original masterpiece, a blessing from the heavens."

"The Blood Altar, forged from its lifeblood, is considered superior to the Nagas and beyond the evilkind, endowed with the ultimate blood mysteries, capable of revealing the true nature of blood."

These thoughts raced through Yu Yuan's mind.

When he regained his focus, he noticed that the hundreds of blood droplets that had burst from the dragon blood had vanished into the Blood Altar. Strands of spiritual energy surged upward from his lower elixir field, passing through the Profound Gate acupoint of the middle elixir field. From the little world of vitality, brilliant crimson beams erupted. The spiritual energy intertwined with the blood's glow, forming a rope-like bond, and surged upwards once more.

Suddenly, he felt an excruciating pain in the center of his forehead!

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