I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 583 Wandering
Soon, Xia Daoming's breathing gradually stabilized.

In this dark, chaotic space that seemed to have no way out, he knew that only by guarding his Dao heart could he have a glimmer of hope.

Once the spirit is lost, one becomes a lonely soul in the endless void, never to return.

After calming himself down, he began to carefully examine his injuries, this time more thoroughly than ever before.

Soon, his mood, which had been sinking to the bottom, lifted slightly.

Deep within the Crimson Palace, two distinct forces were slowly emerging—

A warm and bright current, like the rising sun, carrying a powerful masculine energy, is the purest yang water in the world, the innate Ren water;
The other is like spring buds breaking through the soil, carrying the breath of rebirth and reincarnation; it is the sacred fire of nirvana that burns all things but gives birth to new life.

The two intertwined, patiently and tenaciously repairing his battered physical body and the foundation of his primordial spirit.

Like a wasteland after a wildfire, it is now nurturing its first tender shoots.

"it is good……"

A glimmer of hope appeared in Xia Daoming's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and began to assess the destructive power of the surrounding environment.

In this hellish place where he had no idea when he could leave, he had to maintain a fragile balance between the strain on his defenses and the chaotic impacts from the outside world—exchanging the minimum energy expenditure for the most basic survival.

"Princess Yaolan, True Lord Yihuang, return to your positions!"

With a thought, the two divine soldiers guarding the outside responded and returned.

Princess Yaolan sank into the Crimson Palace, while True Lord Yihuang rested on the branches of the Fire Phoenix Tree.

Yin and Yang combine, and the phantom images of dragons and phoenixes hover above the Crimson Palace World, weaving a wondrous rhythm of water and fire in harmony.

A delicate, dewy life force flowed between the two, nourishing Xia Daoming's flesh and blood, and also moistening the withered fire sycamore tree.

Externally, four celestial artifacts and four divine weapons surrounded him, weakening the impact of the chaotic forces and finally achieving a delicate balance in a short time.

However, the water level in the Blood Sea continued to drop slowly, and the nearly dried-up Yellow Court Meridian was gradually eroded by its true essence.

"Fortunately, I still have some savings... but if I just sit around and do nothing, I don't know how long I can last."

He muttered to himself as he took out a celestial stone and held it in his palm, then carefully took out a drop of half-ancestral dragon blood from his storage ring.

The opportunities I obtained in the Dragon Palace back then were immense, including half-ancestral dragon blood, true dragon essence blood, the Overturning Sea Banner... you name it.

The blood of the half-ancestral dragon is extremely rare, and the physical condition of the disciples of Qingyuan Sect is simply not capable of refining and absorbing it. Therefore, he has always regarded it as his last trump card, carrying it with him and never leaving it to Qingyuan Sect.

This drop of crimson blood slowly seeped into his chest, and instantly, like a river bursting its banks, his surging blood and qi rushed into the boundless sea of ​​blood.

however--

Suddenly, wisps of illusory roots burst forth, severing the surging power and diverting it towards the Fire Phoenix Tree.

In an instant, the wilted branches and leaves unfurled slightly, and new flames ignited.

"Little Wutong, you..."

Xia Daoming was stunned.

This was his most precious reserve—with Fire Phoenix's bottomless appetite, if it really started to suck it up, it probably wouldn't even leave him a trace.

"Stop! I can't give you this, otherwise I won't be able to make it out of here."

He immediately stopped them.

"Give it to me, it will be of great use."

Huo Wutong's voice was childish, yet it carried an ancient and chilling quality.

"Great use? What great use?"

"I...don't know. But I can sense that it's important."

Xia Daoming fell silent.

Huo Wutong had saved him from dire straits twice, and must have some inheritance from the ancient original body within him, but his intelligence was still newly awakened and he could not yet comprehend it.

His current intuition is most likely an echo of that inherited legacy. Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have granted it his wish;

But now—the stakes are too high.

If the so-called "great use" is only beneficial to it, but not to him at all, then it is tantamount to cutting off his only lifeline.

"Is it also of great use to me?" he asked in a deep voice.

"do not know."

Silence.

After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and made a decision—to take a gamble!
Because in this terrible, chaotic space, there are no miracles, and therefore no future.

Even if one retains half of the ancestral dragon's blood, it's nothing more than prolonging one's life a little longer.

If the Fire Phoenix Tree can truly transform itself because of this, perhaps it can lead him out into the world.

"Alright. I'll use two drops to fill the Blood Sea first, so that the peak of martial arts can use it at any time. The rest, it's all yours."

"it is good!"

As the second drop of half the Ancestral Dragon's blood entered his body, the boundless sea of ​​blood roared with deafening force, and his qi and blood surged like a vast ocean.

While absorbing the immortal energy from the immortal stone, he also consumed elixirs and medicines. His primordial spirit gradually regained its luster, and his withered body also regained its strength.

In the chaotic space, deathly silence and vitality intertwine.

Xia Daoming knew he had to return to his peak as quickly as possible—

Normally, he uses his primordial spirit power to deal with external consumption, but only when a real danger arises does he use the overwhelming power of his body-refining martial arts to launch a counterattack.
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In this endless darkness and turbulent currents, time seems to have lost its meaning.

In a chaotic space, there is no true direction.

Xia Daoming was like a lone boat, drifting and swaying, or spinning in place, oblivious to the invisible undercurrents.

He could only rely on a vague intuition—a survival instinct honed over many years of training—to constantly change course and avoid the most deadly turbulent core.

Occasionally, he would catch a faint trace of "stability," places like reefs in a turbulent ocean. Though he couldn't stay there for long, they at least allowed him to pause and catch his breath for a moment.

However, these reef-like stable points are often accompanied by unknown dangers—some places are lurking with "space predators" that resemble streaks of light, silently tearing at the defenses of outsiders; others will suddenly collapse, dragging everything that is in them into deeper spatial faults.

Just like today, he paused briefly to adjust his interest rate in what appeared to be a "stable" area.

As a result, a crack suddenly opened behind him, revealing distorted light and shadow that looked like a mixture of oil paints—without up or down, left or right, or even the concept of "space".

A terrifying suction force rushed towards us; it was the pure Maw of Annihilation.

Xia Daoming barely managed to activate his immortal artifact to control his body, then raised his hand and summoned the Reverse Scale Blade, which transformed into an angry dragon and roared out, forcefully severing the terrifying suction force behind him before he was able to escape.

This was just one of the dangers he frequently encountered in his daily life.

At first, he maintained a strong fighting spirit and tried to deduce the flow of space to find a way out.

However, the spatial forces here are completely unpredictable and can even reverse in an instant, rendering all the "directions" he painstakingly marked useless.

This cycle continues, and time passes little by little.

Xia Daoming couldn't tell how much time had passed—was it ten years or a hundred?
The only thing he was certain of was that the immortal stones, pills, healing elixirs, and spiritual materials in his storage ring were decreasing at an alarming rate.

Occasionally, he would look at the Fire Phoenix Tree during his "rest".

This spirit tree, which he considered his last trump card, was now more lush than when he first entered the chaotic space. Its golden-red veins shimmered with a hidden luster, and its roots continued to extend, probing into the invisible void.

However, apart from the reassuring vitality, the Fire Phoenix Tree showed no significant changes.

Doubts began to take root in Xia Daoming's heart—had he made the wrong bet? Was the blood of the half-ancestral dragon really only meant to make it grow more abundantly, without any other significant use?
After yet another space storm, his resources were completely depleted.

Only three immortal stones remained, and only a few pills were left.

　That concludes today's update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)