Endless Ocean: Escape Starting from a Canoe

Chapter 221 Stealing the Flesh and Blood of a Saint-Level Being! (Happy Qixi Festival everyone!)
"As expected of a Saint-level sea beast! Even in its slumber, its chilling aura is comparable to that of the Abyss Lord I sensed from afar that day!"

"But you're not like the Abyss Lord, an awakened sanctuary... Let's fleece you first!"

The oppressive force of the Saint-level sea beast was indescribable, squeezing Shi Ming's body. He mobilized the power of the Xuanwu, Titan, and Twilight Whale within him to forcefully resist this destructive aura and maintain the balance of pressure inside and outside his body.

Ordinary humans with weak physical abilities don't even have the right to glimpse it.

It will explode if you look at it for even one more time.

The 12-star request requires 1000 grams of tissue from this sea beast—scales, flesh, or remains are all acceptable, but some blood and fresh flesh are preferred. Furthermore, evolving a physical skill also requires 1000 grams of flesh. This means Shi Ming needs to obtain at least 2 kilograms of flesh from this Saint-level sea beast to make his trip worthwhile!

Ok……

This dragon is enormous.

Two kilograms of flesh and blood are like a human losing a leg hair to it—not worth mentioning.

It probably won't mind, right?
But where is the most convenient place to start?
Shi Ming blinked, hoping to receive a reminder from the Eye of the Mortal World.

There is no prompt.

But he discovered traces of the Woguo people.

Following the trail, he arrived at the side of one of the dragon claws of the Great Black Dragon Haoran. On the jet-black dragon skin, there was a hard keratin layer. It seemed that the keratin layer had been worn open by the people of the Woguo Kingdom using some kind of method. Below the opening, there was an extremely tiny hole, less than half a millimeter in diameter.

The hole has long since healed.

Compared to the nearly 1,000-meter-long dragon, these are not even considered scars.

The people of the Woguo Kingdom were very cautious. They must have used a specially made syringe or similar device to probe into the black dragon's body and obtain a small amount of tissue and blood.

Shi Ming also had similar tools given by the Twelve Stars.

But he felt that this was too inefficient.

He has a better way.

"Ragnarok!"

The 183-centimeter-tall human body was about to transform into a miniature Twilight Giant when Shi Ming forcibly stopped it just before it was about to do so.

At this moment, he doesn't need intimidation; he just needs to keep a low profile.

The battlefield of fallen gods was compressed to its limit, maintaining only about half a meter in size, but it still caused corruption and entropy increase within its effect. Shi Ming stood beside the giant claw of the Great Black Heaven Dragon, just standing there, waiting for Ragnarok to slowly erode the giant dragon claw...

If he could just rot away a tiny bit of the dragon claw, he could easily obtain a Saint-level flesh and blood that would satisfy him.

This method of slowly boiling the frog in water on a small scale will not give the Great Black Dragon a strong stimulus or make it feel a sense of crisis.

This method may not be the most efficient, but it is the most reliable.

"Oh, what a pity."

Shi Ming forcefully suppressed the instinctive urge of the red mark on his right arm that was stirring within him.

"Its blood cannot be absorbed yet."

If the red markings on its right arm touch its wound, it will definitely start to suck them in! Not to mention whether its current physical condition can withstand the corrosion of the blood of the Holy Temple level, the Great Black Dragon is not a passively dormant sea beast like the Black Tortoise. It senses that a large amount of power is being drawn away, transferred, and desecrated, and it will definitely wake up from its slumber.

At that time, I will probably have to face its wrath.

It will directly become its food.

This is why the Eye of the Mortal World repeatedly reminds us.

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Ragnarok slowly eroded the tiny claws of the Great Black Dragon.

Shi Ming stood silently, observing the many details of the sea beast.

Its entire body exudes an aura of dominance and arrogance, without a single wound anywhere else. Every single scale is like a work of art, with sharp and ferocious scales, a rough and destructive dragon head... even its scales show no signs of damage whatsoever.

Its might has endured for millennia, its divine power still as formidable as a prison.

There was no sign of him waking up.

Like a statue.

The dragon's head, hanging low, showed no sign of fatigue, like a volcano brewing, ready to erupt at any moment.

One, two, three, ... six, seven, eight. Only eight remained outside.

There is also a regenerated head, hanging low below the main head, buried deep within the dragon's body, serving as the core, and not flaunting itself freely in its sleep.

Even such a powerful dragon would be so cautious.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Shi Ming finally sensed that the tips of the scales and claws showed signs of decay. He took out the King-Slaying Blade and gently probed them. The tough keratin layer on the surface had already peeled off, and the tissue of the Holy Temple-level sea beast was clearly visible.

The King-Slaying Blade had been slightly corroded.

Shi Ming continued tinkering with it, a hint of heartache in his eyes.

He took out the container provided by the Twelve Stars and collected the scraped-off keratin, tissue, and fragments, as if trimming the scales and claws of the Great Black Dragon. He collected the inconspicuous but already abundant withered tissue bit by bit and slowly scraped it down to the flesh layer.

His eyes lit up.

Ignoring the burning heat of the red markings on his right arm, he patiently began to pluck the dragon's wool bit by bit. The edges of the tissue were already rotten, and at the tip of the Great Black Dragon's scales and claws, a rotten wound about ten centimeters long appeared, from which mucus and blood seeped and dripped into the lava.

Shi Ming patiently collected them.

Only he could forcefully maintain a balance of power both internally and externally beside the Great Black Dragon, and persist for so long.

Click...

A small portion of the tip of the Great Black Dragon's scales and claws, like a rotten fruit, fell off, along with some still slightly fresh flesh and blood inside. This was the greatest gain so far! It was about the size of an adult's head and probably weighed four or five kilograms!
But compared to the size of this dragon, it's nothing more than a fingernail.

Shi Ming was overjoyed and quickly collected his spoils.
He then deactivated the Twilight Domain, picked up an anti-corrosion collector, placed it beneath the wound, and collected drops of heavy, fresh blood, avoiding getting too close to his right arm.

Blood dripped into the vessel, drop by drop.

Shi Ming then left the area and began to investigate the thousand-meter-long body of the Great Black Dragon.

Without a major stimulus, the awakening of the dragon is an extremely rare event, so he did not hesitate and quickly began searching for the remnants of the "Root of the Rising Cherry Blossom".

Finally, he discovered a small lava pit next to the side of the dragon's head.

Inside the pit, some roots remained, still relatively fresh.
There are three small sections, each only as thick as a ginseng root, so they are hard to spot without careful observation.

He carefully picked up the three root segments and put them away.

Then, I breathed a sigh of relief.

This trip can be considered a success.

Next, once enough blood has been collected, we will retreat.

As he prepared to return to the scales and claws, a sleeping dragon head, tilted to one side, emitted a hazy, slumbering energy.

It moved slightly, as if in a dream.

Shi Ming felt the world before him turn scarlet, his body become unreal, and his consciousness begin to drift, as if he were about to plunge into the eternal dream of a colossal creature.

This feeling was very similar to the feeling of his spiritual power being pulled into the seabed by the Nameless Cocoon.

It felt more like a dream.

The dreams of the Great Black Dragon occasionally affect reality. Is this because it pulls one's own consciousness into its dream world?
Ok……

This feeling……

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Shi Ming lowered his head.

To his astonishment, he discovered that what he saw in his eyes was no longer a human body, but a cold and magnificent scaly body hovering above the real and ancient "land".

He turned his head to the side, and on each side, four heads stood wildly unrestrained.

They all opened their eyes, sharing the same roots and origins as themselves.

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Ps:

Happy Qixi Festival everyone!
The author has gone back to writing~ (ノへ￣、)
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