txolops Chapter 437 Dragon Transformation Pool
Chapter 437 Dragon Transformation Pool
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"Brother Lan is absolutely right. I was just too impatient."
Feng hope forced himself to calm down and turned to look at the blue-armored, dragon-headed giant. A hint of curiosity flashed in his emerald eyes: "By the way, I heard a few years ago that Brother Lan was able to enter the Dragon Transformation Pool, a sacred place for nobles, and cultivate for over a month, thus breaking through his bottleneck and successfully advancing to the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm. Truly congratulations! May I ask, Brother Lan, what great merit have you performed to receive such an opportunity from the Golden Dragon King? I have long heard of the preciousness of the Dragon Transformation Pool."
The Dragon Transformation Pool is the supreme sacred ground of the dragon clan. It is said to contain the power of creation of heaven and earth and has unparalleled benefits for demon cultivators with dragon blood. It can not only purify bloodline, but also greatly enhance cultivation and break through bottlenecks.
Ordinary dragons would find it extremely difficult to enter the Dragon Transformation Pool without extraordinary merit or exceptional talent. This blue dragon before them, whose bloodline was only considered ordinary among the dragons, had originally exhausted its potential and had no hope of ever reaching the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm. Yet, it had broken through by entering the Dragon Transformation Pool, a feat that must be extraordinary.
Upon hearing this question, the blue-armored dragon-headed giant's eyes flashed with a strange light. He chuckled and said, "Brother Feng is joking. It's nothing great. I just managed to do a few small things for the clan by chance. I'm grateful for the Golden Dragon King's kindness."
The details are strictly forbidden to be revealed by Lord Golden Dragon King, so please forgive me, Brother Feng! Haha!
He clearly didn't want to talk much, so he changed the subject, cupping his hands and saying, "Brother Feng's injuries haven't healed yet, and he needs to rest well. I, Lan, still need to return to the Black Abyss Sea to report, so I won't bother you any longer. If the two of you reach a good agreement and the Holy War proceeds smoothly, I estimate that definite news will arrive within fifty years. At that time, I hope to fight alongside Brother Feng!"
After saying that, without waiting for Feng hope to ask any more questions, his body shone with a bright blue light, transforming into a thick blue rainbow that sped towards the deep sea and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Feng hope stood still, gazing in the direction where the blue dragon had disappeared, his emerald eyes slightly narrowed, gleaming with a thoughtful light.
"The Dragon Transformation Pool—only those with great merit or unparalleled talent can enter—this blue dragon's bloodline is ordinary; advancing to the early stage of transformation is already a stroke of luck, yet it has obtained this opportunity—two hundred years ago, the dragon clan opened the Dragon Transformation Pool because a blood dragon within the clan had reverted to its ancestral bloodline."—Could it be that this time, some extraordinary descendant has emerged again? Or perhaps—he has discovered something in the Inner Star Sea that is crucial to the dragon clan, or even to the entire demon race?
Feng hope muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly. He sensed that the blue dragon's words were evasive, as if it were hiding something. But since the other party had brought up the Golden Dragon King's orders, he couldn't press the matter further.
"The Jiao Clan's foundation is indeed unfathomable." In the end, he could only sigh inwardly, suppress his doubts, turn around and transform into a streak of azure light, flying towards the direction of his lair.
The most urgent task is to recover from the injuries as quickly as possible. Regardless of whether the future holds a "holy war" or something else, strength is the fundamental factor.
Feng hope's figure transformed into a streak of azure light, and in an instant, he arrived at the center of the deserted island, at the edge of a pool of water shrouded in a faint, pale green phosphorescence, exuding a chilling and pungent poisonous odor.
The pool was deep and its bottom was not visible. Wisps of phosphorescent light floated and rose slowly in the water like ghosts.
This was a carefully chosen barrier for his cave dwelling, containing phosphorescent fire that was extremely cold and poisonous, enough to deter most low-level demonic beasts and unsuspecting intruders, saving him a lot of trouble.
Just as he was about to cast a hand seal and transform into a streak of light to dive to the bottom of the pool, his nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly. A flicker of doubt and wariness flashed across his narrow, emerald-green eyes.
"Hmm? There's an unfamiliar scent—very faint, but definitely not something that originally came from the island." A warning bell rang in Feng hope's mind.
His eyes suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, like two emerald green will-o'-the-wisps. His gaze was like a torch, sweeping inch by inch over the slippery rocks by the pool, the jagged stone walls, and the shadows that appeared distorted and strange under the dim phosphorescent light.
His gaze swept over an inconspicuous stone wall covered in dark green moss by the pool, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. There, he sensed an extremely faint, yet incongruous, metallic, and austere presence!
"Hidden there?" A cold glint flashed in Feng hope's eyes, and his right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers forming a claw, as he fiercely grabbed at the stone wall from a distance!
"laugh--!"
Five condensed, almost tangible, azure wind blades materialized out of thin air, transforming into a gigantic azure demonic claw phantom. With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it instantly grabbed at the stone wall!
"Buzz—!"
The moss on the stone wall was torn apart by the fierce claw wind. A "beetle" that was only the size of a fingernail, dark gold in color, with thin wings on its back, and about to take flight, had nowhere to hide under the claw shadow. It was firmly held by an invisible suction force, futilely vibrating its wings and emitting a faint "buzzing" sound, but it could not break free. It was brought back to Feng hope by the blue claw shadow.
"This is—" Feng hope stared intently and saw that the dark golden beetle in his claws had a ferocious appearance, sharp mouthparts, and natural mysterious patterns on its shell. It was the same ferocious insect that he had suffered at the hands of that human boy named "Li Feiyu" more than half a year ago—the Gold-Eating Insect!
"Gold-devouring insects? How could there be such insects here?" A look of surprise flashed across Feng hope's face, followed by a hint of joy in his eyes. "Could it be that—that kid was in such a hurry to escape that day that he didn't recall all the Gold-devouring insects he released? Did he leave a few here?"
If that's really the case—”
His mind raced. He had personally experienced the power of the Gold-Eating Insects. If he could capture and tame them, even just a few, and cultivate them into a large force over time, they would be a great asset! He immediately wanted to expand the range of his divine sense search to carefully investigate whether there were any that had escaped.
However, just as his mind began to relax slightly upon discovering the "Gold-Eating Insect," and his consciousness was on the verge of dissipating—
A completely unfamiliar divine sense, like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time, suddenly "peeked out" from somewhere underground behind him without warning, like an invisible tentacle, and locked onto his body with extreme speed!
"Oh no! An ambush!" Feng hope's scalp tingled instantly, and alarm bells screamed in his mind!
Almost at the same time he sensed that unfamiliar divine consciousness, his keen demonic sense also detected a violent yet subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy coming from deep within the ground beneath his feet, like the prelude to an imminent volcanic eruption!
Without the slightest hesitation, Feng hope's body flashed with azure light! The rich and pure wind attribute demonic power was like a tangible storm, instantly enveloping his entire body. With a sway, he was about to use his most proficient wind escape technique to first leave the ground and escape into the sky!
He knew that as a bird-transformed demon cultivator, the sky was his domain, and his strength would be greatly reduced if he were confined to a small space.
"Hehe, Brother Feng reacted quite quickly, but unfortunately—it's too late."
A low, calm male chuckle, seemingly right next to his ear, suddenly came from the depths of the ground beneath his feet.
Before the laughter subsided—
"boom!!!"
A massive, extremely condensed, and dazzlingly bright "golden pillar of light" violently shattered the hard rocky ground, shot into the sky, and shot straight at Feng hope, who was only a few feet off the ground!
That golden light was too fast! Too sudden! It was as if it had calculated his trajectory and speed before he fled!
"What!" Feng hope's pupils shrank sharply, and he only had time to unleash the protective azure light to its maximum.
However, the golden pillar of light contained a strange and powerful suppressive force. Feng hope felt a tightness all over his body, and an irresistible force squeezed in from all directions, forcibly fixing his just-rising figure in mid-air!
No matter how hard he tried to exert his demonic power, it was like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch! Even the circulation of his demonic power within his body became sluggish and slow!
Immediately afterward, a golden light pierced the ground, and a yellowish-brown light flashed. A figure dressed in a black robe with a young and calm face appeared silently, as if growing out of the earth. He stood in mid-air, none other than Luo Ming, who had been lying in wait for half a month.
Luo Ming looked up, his gaze calmly falling on the middle-aged man in a scholar's robe, who was firmly imprisoned in the air by the golden beam of light, his face filled with shock, anger, and disbelief. His two-week wait had not been in vain.
"The Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror? How did it end up in your hands!" Feng hope felt the powerful binding force that was omnipresent around him, and then he caught sight of the eight golden mirrors above Luo Ming's head, which were faintly visible, arranged in mysterious directions, with their surfaces facing him and constantly projecting golden beams of light. He immediately exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with even greater horror.
He spent many years mingling on the edge of the Inner Star Sea, so how could he not know about the treasure that the Heavenly Mirror Hermit once refined, which had been used by the Star Palace Master?
Feng hope's narrow, emerald-green eyes instantly turned bloodshot, a terrifying crimson! A low, inhuman roar escaped his throat, his muscles bulged, his bones cracked, and his scholar's robe ripped apart with a ripping sound as his swollen body burst open, revealing skin covered in fine, bluish-black scales, like armor!
His body trembled and twisted violently within the golden light imprisonment, as he desperately tried to reveal his true form as the Rending Wind Beast, using his even stronger demonic power and talent to break free from the shackles of the "Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror"!
"I can't let you reveal your true form." Luo Ming frowned almost imperceptibly upon seeing this, muttering to himself, "If you, a Wind-Splitting Beast, were to go all out, I might not be able to catch up. Now that I've trapped you, how can I let you escape so easily?"
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Ming opened his mouth and uttered a soft spit.
"call""
A small, fist-sized, dull-colored, inconspicuous, quietly burning "gray flame" floated out of his mouth.
The flames were silent, yet they exuded a chilling aura, a mixture of extreme cold, filth, and deathly stillness—the very "Ash Flame" he had recently fused together.
As soon as the gray flame appeared, it seemed to possess a spirit, and with a "whoosh," it plunged straight into the golden pillar of light that enveloped Feng Xi.
The golden light posed no obstacle to the gray flames. The gray flames, like water entering an oil pan, flowed upstream with the golden light and instantly arrived in front of Feng Xi, who was struggling desperately, his demonic power surging, and trying to expand his body. They lightly touched the remaining demonic energy protecting his body.
Feng hope initially paid no attention to the seemingly insignificant gray flame; his entire focus was on fighting the Golden Light Forbidden Force.
He attempted to reveal his true form. In his view, any fire-based divine power would be greatly diminished under the suppression of the "Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror," let alone such a small ball of fire.
However, in the next instant, his expression changed drastically!
The moment the gray flames touched his protective demonic aura, there was no explosion, no burning, not even a sound. But Feng Xi clearly felt that his condensed demonic aura, which was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of magical treasures, rapidly "melted" and "corroded" at a speed visible to the naked eye the instant it came into contact with the gray flames, creating a hole the size of a fist!
The gray flames passed through the hole and continued to drift slowly toward his body! The corroded demonic energy was difficult to repair instantly, with wisps of gray energy remaining at the edges, continuing to hinder the flow of demonic energy!
"This—what kind of spirit fire is this?" Feng hope was terrified and dared not underestimate it in the slightest.
He quickly devoted most of his mind and demonic power to frantically creating layers of wind shields and azure light in front of him, attempting to block and annihilate the strange gray flames.
At the same time, the demonic power that had surged due to his all-out attack on the confinement and attempt to reveal his true form had to be abruptly withdrawn by most of it for defense. His rapidly expanding and deforming body suddenly stopped, remaining in an awkward half-human, half-demon state.
In contrast, Luo Ming stood calmly in mid-air, one hand guiding the "Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror" above his head to continuously project imprisoning golden light, while the other hand pointed at the gray flames, using his divine sense to precisely control the rhythm and direction of their erosion.
He was clearly in control, as if Feng hope was already firmly under his control, and he wasn't worried at all about what trouble the other party could cause.
"You—who exactly are you?" Feng hope was trapped under the dual threat of golden light and gray flames, feeling so frustrated that he almost vomited blood. His blood-red eyes stared intently at Luo Ming, his voice hoarse and filled with anger.
"Of all the Nascent Soul cultivators from the outer seas, I, Feng, recognize at least eight or nine! There is absolutely no one like you! Where did you obtain these Eight Golden Light Mirrors?"
He simply couldn't understand how he, a dignified level nine Gale Beast who once dominated the region, could be so pathetic today! First, he was severely injured by Miaohe's self-destruction and hadn't recovered. The hidden dangers caused by the strange liquid he swallowed from that "little Li boy" were still lingering in his body. His strength was now less than half of what it was at its peak.
What's even more frustrating is that as soon as they met, before they could even see who their opponent was, they were caught by the "Eight Gates Golden Mirror," which is specifically designed to trap enemies. They were trapped here, and despite having unparalleled speed and wind-based supernatural abilities, they didn't even have a chance to use them!
At this moment, apart from having more powerful demonic energy than ordinary early-stage transformed demonic beasts, he was practically a sitting duck!
Hearing Feng hope's question, a mixture of shock and anger, Luo Ming wore a calm smile, as if he were in complete control. Instead of answering, he asked a question in return, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Brother Feng, why are you so angry? I have long admired your unparalleled Wind-Splitting Escape Technique and have come to pay you a visit. Since we are fortunate to meet today, how about we make a deal? I am quite fond of the pair of wind wings behind you. If you are willing to part with them and release your divine soul, allowing me to set up a restriction as a sign of sincerity—I might consider sparing your life. What do you say, Brother Feng?"