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Chapter 591 Drinking Dragon Blood
The giant spirit god, as imposing as a mountain, continuously shed black mud from its decaying body. It observed Jiang Wen silently, refraining from further attack. Standing with its long halberd, a booming sound emanated from its belly.

"Who...are you!"

"Has sentience?" Jiang Wen frowned as he looked at the Giant Spirit God. The tainted spiritual energy was permeating his body, constantly eroding his protective spells. If he weren't an extraordinary cultivator, he would probably have already been burned by this spiritual energy, turning into a bizarre creature in this black mountain.

After drinking a mouthful of spiritual spring water, the magical power within his body flowed inexhaustibly.

Calming his mind and spirit, he looked up at the Giant Spirit God and called out, "May I ask, Great God, are you the Giant Spirit God of the Heavenly Court?"

"Heavenly Court, Giant Spirit God... Giant Spirit God!" The Giant Spirit God roared deafeningly, repeatedly uttering the name "Giant Spirit God." He brandished his halberd, thrusting it towards the sky. Even the boundless blood moon trembled under this divine might.

Wherever the halberd passed, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in. Dark black lightning filled the air, stirring up the wind and clouds.

A fierce wind swept through, scattering the remaining black mud on the ground like dandelion seeds, drifting in all directions. The withered, dark trees were also reduced to dust in the gale, obscuring the blood-red light that filled the sky.

Jiang Wen stood firmly on the ground, his clothes billowing wildly. His muscular body was exposed, enveloped in a pale yellow aura. Occasionally, seal script would appear and disappear, as if protected by divine magic.

He had seen typhoons, but he had rarely seen a gale that could destroy everything in the world.

The mere lifting of a hand or a movement could cause such a commotion. It was hard to imagine how mighty the Giant Spirit God must have been when he was a righteous deity. Yet, the more this was the case, the more bewildered Jiang Wen felt. If the Giant Spirit God had become like this, what had happened to the world in the past? And who exactly was that corrupted Buddha? Why was it buried in this Black Mountain?

Numerous doubts arise, yet the truth remains elusive.

Perhaps the four Heavenly Venerables who once served the righteous path know something?
The giant spirit roared through the winds and clouds, as if a myth had come to life. It's hard to imagine what the war of the gods must have been like back then.

"Giant God!! Die!!" the Giant God roared, his empty eyes flashing with crimson fire. Sparks began to appear on his rotting body, which then gradually spread into a gigantic figure of fire.

"die--!"

The halberd slashed down at Jiang Wen, as if the Five Sacred Mountains were pressing down from the sky. The air vortex swirled rapidly, transforming into countless swirling lightning bolts.

Jiang Wen's expression changed, and he used his magic fingers to perform a stealth technique.

However, he found that he could not use his escape technique. It was as if he was imprisoned by something in all directions. His escape technique was like hitting an impenetrable wall, and the remaining magic power lingered.

"Troublesome." He took a deep breath and channeled his magic power, then swung the wooden whip at the halberd.

Although the situation was critical, there weren't many options. He had consumed too much merit points along the way, and those hundreds of thousands were now almost gone. He certainly wouldn't use them lightly unless absolutely necessary. The wooden whip in his hand was a rare item; even Jiang Wen, who had held it for a long time, hadn't been able to figure out its true nature.

Even refining this thing is impossible; even if one were to use merit, the amount of merit required would be astronomical.

Nine million nine hundred and ninety thousand merit points—this was a number Jiang Wen could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Therefore, he strongly suspects that this wooden whip might be an innate magical artifact left behind by some great god in ancient times, which is why it is difficult for him to refine it at his current level.

Regardless, entrusting his life to the wooden whip was a last resort. However, Jiang Wen still had a trump card up his sleeve; if even the wooden whip couldn't withstand the giant spirit's attack, he would have no choice but to use it.

Compared to a halberd, a wooden whip is like Mount Tai compared to an ant. Like a drop of water in the ocean, it appears incredibly small.

"Break!" Jiang Wen roared, his veins bulging as his body bulged. His golden core shone brightly, and boundless magical power surged forth.

He felt the power surging through his meridians, an unprecedented force gathering within his body. His clothes instantly shattered into countless pieces, leaving him standing naked on the earth.

The wooden whip emitted a green and yellow hue, with countless strands wrapped around it.

boom--! ! !
A deafening sound came, like a great bell resounding throughout the universe.

The crimson moonlight was shattered, and the surrounding turbid spiritual energy quickly vanished into nothingness. It was as if the sun was rising, its rays illuminating the earth.

The wooden whip clashed with the halberd, creating an astonishing sound. A wave of energy swept outwards in all directions, like a tsunami engulfing everything in the world.

Blood spilled from Jiang Wen's seven orifices, and his teeth chattered in his mouth. He exerted all his strength to maintain the flow of his magic, pouring all his magic power into the wooden whip.

The giant spirit roared deafeningly, and the weight on the halberd intensified. Every second, Jiang Wen felt his entire body bearing an unparalleled weight. Every inch of his blood and flesh felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles; the pain, penetrating to the very marrow and soul, was unbearable for anyone.

If it were the old him, he might have already collapsed by now.

But Jiang Wen is no longer the same as before. His bones and muscles have long been tempered, and his Dao heart is as firm as gold and stone.

He remained completely unmoved despite the excruciating pain of being torn to pieces.

The shockwaves from the clash between the halberd and the wooden whip reverberated around them, further disrupting the already chaotic world stirred up by the giant spirit. Even the layers of dark, decaying earth had a layer of its surface scraped away.

A massive, deep pit stretching for hundreds of miles was revealed, with countless mounds of earth forming a ring-shaped mountain range.

Perhaps many years from now, this place will also become a vast ocean.

Flesh was tearing apart bit by bit, and bones were shattering one by one. Every moment, Jiang Wen could hear crisp sounds coming from his body, and his fingers and legs were twisting to varying degrees.

The halberd's power did not diminish in the slightest, pressing him slowly into the ground.

His whole body was trembling, and even his skin was cracking inch by inch.

He was covered in blood, and the ground beneath his feet had become a pool of blood. This was a danger Jiang Wen had never encountered before, and he even felt that he might really die here.

"We can't let this stalemate continue, or I'll definitely be crushed to death by the Giant Spirit God." Jiang Wen gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then took out another item from his storage bag.

He shielded the storage bag with his body, preventing it from bursting out along with his clothes.

After all, you can lose anything, but you absolutely cannot let this storage bag break.

He took out a jade bottle and opened it, releasing a strong smell of blood. Jiang Wen looked at the blood rolling inside the bottle and could faintly hear the roar of a dragon.

This was the blood of a true dragon he had collected, which he had only used for refining weapons. But true dragon blood is not only used for refining weapons; it is also a rare and precious treasure. Although he didn't know what other side effects it would have after drinking it, Jiang Wen had no choice but to give it a try at this moment.

As soon as the true dragon's blood was poured into his mouth, he felt a strange and powerful force flowing into his body.

A faint roar of a true dragon could be heard, and the blood in one's body was burning hot.

The broken bones healed at a visible speed, and the torn skin recovered inch by inch. There seemed to be inexhaustible strength in his body, and even the originally pure magical power within him became restless.

"Is this the power of a true dragon?" Feeling the new power within his body, Jiang Wen felt that the heavy halberd above his head didn't seem so oppressive anymore.

The true dragon's power burned fiercely, and his eyes shone with gold.

"Eye of Heaven! Open!"

A dragon's roar resounded, and the third eye on his forehead suddenly opened.

(End of this chapter)