Born with immortal seed

Chapter 908 Descendant of the True Dragon
This trip left him unable to ascertain how much of the Heartless Sword Immortal's kindness towards him was genuine, whether it was for self-preservation or to play a trick on behalf of the Heavenly Emperor.

The words Wu Kuangtu shouted in order to survive were somewhat exaggerated; the so-called opportunity for immortality required him to ascend to the Mahayana stage.

It's common knowledge; there's no need for him to repeat it.

However, the conversation was of great significance, revealing information that the Heavenly Emperor had deliberately concealed.

It's not just about the existence of Wu Kuangtu and Ling Su, but also about every little detail of His growth.

The former might have worried that someone with ulterior motives would discover the two's mysterious demise and easily guess who was behind it.

Combined with the news of the Heavenly Emperor's serious injury in the battle, it is inevitable to think that this Mahayana True Immortal is in an unprecedentedly weak state.

After battling the Azure Dragon and the strongest beings in the Three Realms other than humans, it disappeared without a trace, adding to the mystery of the matter.

No one can be certain of the Heavenly Emperor's current state; even the most arrogant and ambitious man only dares to cautiously tear open a crack in the Dao Court time and time again.

The idea of ​​replacing it is still a taboo subject millions of years later, and no one dares to talk about it.

The latter is worth pondering, whether it will lead someone to find inspiration for their own doctrine or expose a flaw that should not exist in Him.

"Where is Ling Su, who was captured along with you, and the other powerful figures who were executed at the Execution Platform? I haven't seen any of them."

With the addition of the Shaohua Cave Heaven and the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box, even the strongest cultivator in life, Bai Zichen, would have no worries, as he could not perform those extraordinary actions within the realm of fusion.

“Ling Su is the opposite of me, she follows the Taiyin path, and in theory she should be more likely to survive. However, she is gentle on the outside but fierce on the inside, and at the last moment she suddenly rebelled, causing the Xuan Tian Sword to cut off her head. From then on, all the waters in the Earthly Immortal Realm dried up and the water element declined... However, the price paid by the Xuan Tian Sword will not be small, and it will probably have to sleep with that person.”

Wu Kuangtu shook his head regretfully, saying that those who cultivate the sun can bend and stretch, but those who cultivate the yin would rather break than bend.

"The rest of them are nothing more than unconscious remnants of souls or malevolent intent; their true selves will be worn away within ten thousand years at most. But the kid you came looking for, who committed suicide to enter the game, was able to protect his soul with the sword intent, but unfortunately, he couldn't communicate with him."

"But a thousand years ago, for some unknown reason, the sword intent receded and was quickly shattered by the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, leaving only a sword shadow."

From Wu Kuangtu's words, we can infer that the possibility of finding another way to reincarnate through the Execution Platform is extremely slim.

Of all those top experts, he believed that only he and Ling Su could achieve this.

The Heartless Sword Immortal took a more unorthodox path, during the time when the Heavenly Emperor was missing, the Dao Court was powerless to control, and the Execution Platform was at its weakest.

"As expected, it was suicide... You will remain in the box to cultivate your Dharma body. If I have any new doubts, I will ask them."

Bai Zichen's guess was confirmed. Just before he stepped out of the cave, he asked another question:
"What role does the body that has undergone tribulations play for Him?"

"It is said that He has three thousand bodies that have undergone countless kalpas. Every so often, one of them will be gathered from the river of time to collect the gold scattered throughout the world."

"It seems very useful, endlessly repeating, equivalent to immortality... But Mahayana Buddhism is about the sun and moon dying while I remain, so what does it mean to Him?"

Wu Kuangtu's gaze was deep, as if he were stating a statement while speaking to himself.

"The path He came from has been erased from my memory, and I've forgotten what great supernatural powers He possessed... Is His tribulation-bound body really that important to Him? Can it truly represent how close His return is?"

"The Earthly Immortal Realm has only produced two Mahayana True Immortals. This is the first time they have been seriously injured and gone missing. All the information comes from conjecture, and it is the conjecture of a lower-level cultivator."

"The credibility of this product is questionable."

"Teachable."

Bai Zichen silently kept it in mind. The more he learned, the more doubts he had tenfold, just as he had solved one or two puzzles.

"Hey, you've stirred up the world's attention with your tribulation-crossing body, even such a figure is worried. You possess unparalleled abilities and a heart that can be twisted nine times. Who can compare to you..."

Wu Kuangtu laughed weakly, took a deep breath, and slowly began to refine this hard-won Dharma body.

……

On the execution platform, two beams of light ran parallel to each other, one long and one short.

“Someone came recently and dispersed the resentment and evil energy, and they have undoubtedly merged... If I’m not mistaken, it’s the person you saw.”

The two beams of light circled once and stopped, revealing two people with purple eyes and black hair, dressed in ancient style, and with some resemblance in their features.

However, one was more dignified, while the other still had a hint of youthful vigor.

"It must be. With the Execution Platform guarding it, no supernatural phenomena occur, and no wild beasts enter. Why would an ordinary person come here... Grand Uncle, even you can't predict which senior has arrived?"

Even with the protection of a precious treasure and the presence of elders from the clan guarding him, Meng Yanqing was still terrified, and his neck shrank back.

Over the centuries, the Execution Platform has become known as an ominous place in people's minds.

"According to your description, it matches the newly emerged Nascent Soul cultivator in the Six Blessings Immortal Realm. I estimate that it is the same person who came here... It's just that he doesn't stay in the Five Dragons Sea, so what is he doing here?"

Meng Xirang's gaze immediately turned serious; as someone in a high position within the Dao Court, he had a broader perspective.

The fact that a cultivator who has punctuated the great rise of swordsmanship could also be the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor during his tribulation is enough to keep many people in the Dao Court awake at night.

Hearing that the Celestial Venerable Qinghua personally descended to perform divination and star manipulation, all that was seen was still a fog of mystery.

He appeared naked in the Immortal Realm, not only unable to find his way back, but also having severed all ties to his past and present lives.

This performance perfectly matched the body undergoing tribulation, and as a result, the Chang Le Realm was completely silent, and no decree has been issued to this day.

It should be known that cultivators who possess Dao Foundation Sacred Treasures will undoubtedly be the shining protagonists of the next 100,000 years, barring any unexpected deaths.

As the nominal ruler of the Earthly Immortal Realm, the Dao Court must make contact with them to ascertain their likes and dislikes.

It's clear that they haven't figured out how to deal with this situation, which is why they haven't taken any action yet.

In a world of great strife, everyone is like an ant, and even when united, they are not free.

This is what Immortal Lord Shaoyang said to Meng Xirang. The attitudes of several people currently in power in the Daoist court are intriguing.

On the matter of welcoming the Heavenly Emperor back, there was a subtle division between two factions.

The fact that Shaoyang Immortal Lord did not allow his disciples to take sides put the Jingming lineage in an awkward position.

The Immortal Venerable of Nanhua was no less powerful than the first generation of the Six Emperors, but he joined the Heavenly Emperor halfway through his life and was not a direct descendant of the Heavenly Emperor. After the establishment of the Dao Court, he only received a noble position with high rank but little power.

Fortunately, each generation of his descendants produced outstanding talents who gradually rose to high positions after the Heavenly Emperor's disappearance.

Although they could not enter the Six Domains system, several of them became provincial governors, figures of absolute power.

There is no neutrality in the matter of welcoming back the Heavenly Emperor; the two sides will only become more and more clearly divided.

Meng Xirang had already made his choice, and upon hearing the younger members of his clan recount the story, he immediately thought of this place.

However, it seems we're still a step too late.

"I spread the word that I had returned to my clan for a rest and saw that my younger generation was of noble character and capable of carrying on the family tradition, so I bestowed the Vermilion Bird Fire Lotus upon Qing'er."

"Ah, it's been given to me?"

Meng Yanqing's expression changed, and he said in surprise.

"Let's see if it's just a bluff, or the real person I've imagined..."

Meng Xirang lowered his voice, but it was drowned out by the angry shouts from Feng Lei on the Execution Platform.

If you want to catch up and surpass others, how can you succeed without taking risks and being proactive?

……

The sky was dark and gloomy, with thunder and rain raging, and only a few streaks of lightning could occasionally illuminate the way ahead.

The ground was sticky, a mixture of mud and blood, and each step left a shallow pit.

A sinister atmosphere of death permeated the air, with severed limbs and broken bodies everywhere. Even towering corpses and endless, bizarre sights of falling bodies were not uncommon.

High up, black mist swirled wildly, impenetrable to both spiritual eyes and divine sense; no one knew whether it would attract an extraterrestrial demon.

Every so often, there was a bottomless black hole beneath our feet, with no idea where it led.

A quick glance revealed a distorted, dark shadow, vast and boundless.

From the cave entrance, which is several miles away, only parts of the shadowy figure can be seen.

Some have even suspected that the same creature might be hiding beneath different black holes, constantly yearning to reach the surface.

However, blocked by a mysterious membrane, each impact was futile, causing the entire abyss to shake.

"Human cultivators find it most delicious, but unfortunately they've been confined by the Demon Emperor's Palace for years and rarely get to taste it."

The man in black held up a bloody arm, tore it a few times, and swallowed it without chewing.

With his eyes closed, his pale, sinister face was raised high, as if savoring the taste, full of lingering desire.

"Don't try to fool me. Everyone knows that the Black Dragon Clan of the Qi Controlling Army supports a million cultivators. Do you think they would ever be short of your blood and food?"

A little further away, a barefoot man stood imposingly on the black hole, surrounded by starlight, exuding mystery and a sense of eternity.

"Those people have rough skin and are so dry to chew on, how can they compare to the human elites who have been tempered and refined over thousands of years... They are so delicious even at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, I can't even imagine how happy it would be to swallow a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Xuan Er comes from the Black Dragon branch of the Qi Controlling lineage and has a unique grasp of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, capable of converting acquired spiritual energy into innate true qi.

Among the true dragons, they are the ones who are most likely to break through to the seventh rank and become demon gods.

However, in the entire Heavenly Demon Realm, there are only a dozen or so adult Qi-controlling black dragons.

As for the extreme fondness for blood, it was due to Xuan Er's personal reasons and had nothing to do with the clan.

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities. The Dragon Ascension Token is not so easy to forge; it's possible to stay in the Heavenly Abyss for tens of thousands of years."

Surrounded by starlight, the man exuded great majesty; his true form was a dragon radiating starlight.

Born in the heavens, growing in the universe, wandering among the stars, its body grows a hundred feet tall every year.

There is a record of an old dragon whose body coiled up and circled a middle-thousand world.

Their numbers were even fewer than those of the Imperial Qi Black Dragon, leading some to doubt whether the Starry Sky Dragon still existed in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

"Hey, I'll have to take good care of you, Brother Shuo Hu... You drink starlight and eat the sun's glow, and you don't care about blood food. I'll hand over all the souls to you to process."

Xuan Er's throat tightened; just thinking about it made him swallow hard.

"Shortsighted and unfit for great responsibilities!"

Further away, a figure in white robes fluttered about, ethereal and otherworldly.

She scoffed at her two companions' behavior with a soft, cold snort—a clear, ethereal female voice.

"Bai Wu, what is the meaning of this? Why are you targeting me time and time again!"

Xuan Er jumped up, sharp teeth popping out of his mouth, and black dragon scales spreading out on his cheeks.

"Everyone, step back a bit. We'll be working together for a long time. If things get messed up with the Ascending Dragon Order, the Demon Emperor's Palace won't make an exception for you all just because of your bloodlines!"

Shuo Hu stared at the two of them, frowning as he spoke, his expression turning somewhat stern towards the end.

(End of this chapter)