Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Long Yuan, who was tempering his body with spiritual fire, suddenly opened his eyes. The rapidly enlarging, blazing white arrow was reflected in his vertical pupils, and his pupils contracted violently.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but the arrows, enhanced by the [Yi] talent, were guaranteed to hit.

No matter which direction he dodges, the arrows will adjust their trajectory at the same instant.

They were keeping a close watch on him.

"roar!!"

A magical artifact he was wearing activated automatically.

Nine fiery dragon shadows soared into the air, letting out a deafening roar, and intertwined to form a fiery shield wall with nine dragons coiled around it, blocking Long Yuan's path.

boom!!!

The arrow struck the shield wall.

A blinding burst of bright white light suddenly exploded inside the volcano.

The nine fiery dragon shadows instantly let out mournful cries. The dragon shadow at the front was pierced through the head by an arrow, and its massive body exploded into a sky full of sparks in mid-air.

Then came the second dragon shadow, the third...

Nine explosions followed in quick succession.

The nine protective fire dragons, comparable to those at the Divine Ascension Realm, were torn to shreds like paper before that arrow.

Long Yuan's figure flew backward from the center of the explosion, and he forcibly twisted his body in mid-air.

They barely managed to stabilize the situation.

A fist-sized hole had been burned into his chest by the residual force of the arrow.

He glanced down at the wound on his chest, then looked up, his vertical pupils surging with unbelievable rage.

"It's you?!"

Although Jiang Chuan had reverted to his human form, Long Yuan would never mistake his familiar aura. His expression changed drastically: "You're actually a human!?"

"It's me!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Chuan fired another arrow.

Long Yuan's face turned ashen, and he dared not be presumptuous any longer. He flipped his left hand, and an ancient bronze spirit lamp appeared in his palm.

The wick spontaneously combusted without a flame.

A hazy blue light enveloped him.

With his right hand clenched into a fist, a short spear covered in blood-red patterns appeared out of thin air, its tip gleaming with a chilling dark red light.

Two magical artifacts in hand.

Long Yuan felt somewhat relieved.

The Fierce Dragon Clan is, after all, one of the Origin Blood races that controls the Origin Realm.

Profound heritage.

These are all ancient treasures plundered by the Fierce Dragon Clan from the secret realm. Their quality is so high that even ordinary upper realm experts would be envious.

With two spiritual treasures in his hands, he could even fight against a true powerhouse from the upper realm!

However, after only a few exchanges, Long Yuan was horrified to discover that he was still at a disadvantage.

Jiang Chuan condensed the Supreme Yang True Fire into a crimson-gold spear in his hand, and with each strike—slashing, chopping, thrusting, and parrying—was powerful and heavy.

The protective light shield released by the spirit lamp trembled violently under the scorching heat of the true fire.

Its brightness fluctuates.

The opponent didn't dodge or evade his blood-patterned short spear at all, but directly met it with his fist. The pure Yang fire flowing on his fist actually dimmed the blood light of the spiritual treasure a bit!

"You've reached the pinnacle of your physical tempering?!"

Long Yuan's expression finally changed, his voice filled with disbelief.

As the crown prince of the Fierce Dragon Clan, he had been tempering his body with diluted immortal light since childhood, and it took him a full ten years to open up most of his eight extraordinary meridians.

It's not that he lacks talent.

Rather, the path of cultivating immortality is the orthodox path created by the human race!

Cultivating among different races is much less efficient; even with the strongest bloodline, it cannot overcome the natural rejection of the Dao.

Jiang Chuan's fists and feet moved with perfect fluidity and ease, each strike carrying a natural and complete true energy, clearly a sign of his body tempering reaching its peak and his body circulating freely.

This is impossible!

The other party was almost killed by the divine light earlier!

Jiang Chuan was too lazy to explain to him. He lunged forward, his left hand forming a claw to grab Long Yuan's wrist holding the spear, while his right fist, wrapped in surging true fire, slammed hard into the layer of blue light shield.

Click!

The protective shield shattered instantly.

The flame on the lamp flickered violently, then went out with a "poof".

Long Yuan's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to retreat, but found himself held firmly by Jiang Chuan and unable to move. He watched helplessly as the fist covered in blazing white true fire rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

boom!

The punch landed squarely on his face.

Long Yuan was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing headfirst into the volcanic rock wall. Half of his face caved in, and both of his dragon horns snapped off. The blood-patterned short spear flew out of his hand and landed on the stone wall ten feet away, buzzing loudly.

Jiang Chuan raised his hand and grabbed the blood-patterned short spear that was nailed to the rock wall. The spear broke free of the rock wall on its own and fell into his palm.

The short spear felt cold to the touch. Sensing the unfamiliar aura, the blood-red patterns on the spear spontaneously emitted a dark red light, attempting to turn against the spear wielder.

However, Jiang Chuan simply poured his own pure Yang essence into it.

hum!

The blood-red patterns on the spear were instantly submerged by the blazing white light. The backlash was like ice and snow melting away in front of his supreme yang true essence, and was completely refined away in an instant.

Instead, a layer of blazing white fire spread along the spear shaft, radiating a dazzling light that was too dazzling to look at directly.

Long Yuan struggled to lift his head from the pile of rubble, his face, half of which was sunken, showing an expression of disbelief.

Both were at the Body Tempering Realm, but the other had already reached perfection.

The same magical treasure.

Its power in the hands of the opponent is many times greater than in its own hands!

This was not an evenly matched battle at all.

It was a crushing defeat!

"etc!"

Long Yuan raised a hand and cried out in humiliation, "Don't kill me! I know the secrets of this secret realm. Spare my life, and I can lead you to the true inheritance!"

As the divine son of the Origin Blood race, Long Yuan had never suffered such humiliation, but the situation was beyond his control, leaving him no choice but to bow his head!

Jiang Chuan simply watched this once arrogant and invincible god.

"Are you finished speaking?"

Long Yuan's pupils contracted sharply. He saw no hesitation in the other's eyes, only a cold, despairing calm. He said repeatedly, "I still have a celestial treasure. If that treasure explodes, you won't survive either! Let me go, and I swear I will never be your enemy again..."

Before he could finish speaking, a beam of blazing white light suddenly appeared, piercing his heart and pinning him to the ground.

The pure Yang essence flowed into Long Yuan's body through the spear, instantly igniting him into a blazing torch.

"No……!!"

Longyuan's screams abruptly stopped.

The divine son of the Fierce Dragon Clan has thus perished.

Jiang Chuan reached out and recalled the short spear, then raised his left hand, and a dazzling starlight shone in his palm.

Eternal Star Lord!

He certainly wouldn't accept Long Yuan's surrender, because he had even more powerful methods!

A bloodline prodigy, whose strength is close to that of a god, and who also possesses crucial information about this secret realm, is simply the perfect candidate to be a puppet.

Moreover, Long Yuan has the entire Fierce Dragon Clan behind him. If he can infiltrate the core of power of the Origin Blood Clan through him, it will greatly benefit his future cultivation.

However, when the starlight fell on Longyuan's corpse, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, failing to even stir up a ripple.

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly and activated his talent once more.

But it still didn't work.

He looked slightly taken aback.

This is the first time the Eternal Star Lord has failed to target its objective.

Jiang Chuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand.

He got it.

The Eternal Star Lord's legacy is ultimately a product of the Awakening System, and after the body tempering, his life essence has undergone a transformation.

He was able to revive those alien races with mortal and holy blood because they were still in the talent awakening system.

Although Longyuan is of a different race, he has been tempering his body with diluted immortal light since childhood, which means he has one foot in the path of cultivation.

The power of the Eternal Star Lord is insufficient to control a being that has already broken free from the awakening system.

in other words.

Any being tempered by the divine light cannot be resurrected by him as a servant.

"Fine."

Jiang Chuan accepted this reality calmly: "After all, after body tempering, I can ultimately rely on my own strength."