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Chapter 64 Eradicating the Malignant Tumor

The Black Fox Queen's energy, carrying with it a myriad of emotions and a vicious nature of love and hate, clung to Long Ba's consciousness like a malignant sore.

Each strand carries a bone-chilling malice, drilling into the cracks of consciousness, specifically targeting the most vulnerable parts of the soul to gnaw at them.

Long Ba's consciousness, which had just awakened from its ancient slumber, was already weak. Now, when it was entangled by this energy, the remaining pride of the dragon race was instantly crushed. The hatred and resentment that had been accumulating for thousands of years exploded wildly in the depths of his consciousness like a powder keg that had been lit.

Dark golden dragon power surged within the underwater grotto, whipping up waves of black energy. The stalactites at the top of the grotto were struck by these waves and snapped and fell with a "crack".

Long Ba's consciousness twisted in the energy, emitting a silent roar, and he was about to be completely catalyzed into a puppet that only knew destruction.

Feng Xi stood to the side, a sinister smile almost overflowing from his face. Nine phantom fox tails spread out in a fan shape behind him, each tail tip gleaming with an eerie black light, reaching out like greedy tentacles toward the source of dragon power deep within Panlong Path.

The air was filled with her triumphant joy, as if she could swallow the pure dragon power whole in the next second.

At this critical moment, Qin Chuan, who had been standing silently in the shadows, finally moved.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy around him, but the moment he raised his hand, the entire space of Panlongdao seemed to be paused.

Feng Xi's fox tail froze in mid-air, and Long Ba's boiling dark gold energy slowed down by half a beat. Only a faint white light condensed at his fingertips, like a silent star, slowly pointing towards the Western Regions.

The movement was light and slow, yet it seemed to penetrate endless mountains and seas, ignoring all obstacles.

At this moment, the Tsarist city of the Western Regions is bathed in the midday sun.

As Fan Yunfei, dressed in the gilded imperial robes of the Tsar, received the gilded scepter symbolizing power from the old Tsar, the white jade altar beneath his feet suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of light, light blue, burst forth from his chest and shot straight into the sky.

The radiance was so gentle, yet it carried an irresistible majesty, turning the sunlight throughout the entire Tsarist city a pale blue.

The sand demons who were bowing suddenly looked up, and the ritual objects in their hands fell to the ground with a clatter.

The old monsters among the guests widened their eyes, their noses twitched slightly, and their faces were full of shock: "This is the aura of the dragon race?"

The light on the surface of the water-controlling pearl grew brighter and brighter, and finally, with a "hum," a crack appeared.

A semi-transparent dragon girl's spirit floated out from the crevice.

Her scales were pale blue, and her dragon horns shone with a warm, jade-like light. When she floated in mid-air, even the surrounding sandstorm seemed to slow down.

Long Jiu's dragon eyes were initially blank, as if he had just woken up from a ten-thousand-year slumber. But when he saw Fan Yunfei on the altar and sensed the familiar aura of the Panlong Road in the distance, the blankness gradually faded, turning into a bittersweet recollection.

The next second, Long Jiu's soul was drawn by an invisible force, transforming into a stream of light of water blue, breaking through the sky of the Sand Emperor City, traversing thousands of miles in an instant, and directly descending into the depths of Panlong Road.

"Long Ba..."

A melodious and nostalgic voice gently echoed in the dark underwater cave, like a clear spring dripping into hot oil.

Long Ba's consciousness, which was about to be completely consumed by hatred, trembled violently. The boiling dark gold energy instantly stopped, and even the violent aura in the air faded a bit.

Long Jiu slowly circled Long Ba's churning, dark gold consciousness, her dress gently brushing against the distorted energy on its surface. Her voice was as soft as damp cotton thread, yet it could pierce through the fog of hatred:

"Dragons harbor no hatred. The victor is king, the loser is villain; this is the law of heaven and earth. When our dragon race roamed the world, how many powerful enemies did we slay? When have we ever uttered a word of complaint against the defeated?"

She sighed softly, and tears welled up in her dragon eyes:

"Have you forgotten? When the Third Young Master made his move, what power allowed us to leave this trace by chance? It was that 'different thing' you sensed when you secretly went with me to the human village."

"You've been bewitched and forgotten your roots..."

The familiar call was like a key, unlocking the seal deep within Long Ba's consciousness.

Fragments of memory surged forth.

He recalled the days when the dragon race roamed the world. They were a natural fighting race, with absolute hostility towards creatures outside their own race etched in their bones, and an innate contempt for those who were not of their kind.

After a fierce battle with an extremely powerful extraterrestrial creature, Long Jiu disappeared for several days. When he returned, his personality had changed drastically.

She no longer relentlessly hunted down other creatures that offended the dragon's might. She would even occasionally transform herself and sneak into the tiny human settlements to watch them sing and dance, and sometimes she would even inexplicably shed tears.

He found it strange, so one time he secretly followed them.

Beside that simple yet vibrant campfire, listening to the songs that weren't exactly melodious but were full of sincere emotion, and watching the dances brimming with life, his cold and hardened heart felt something different for the first time.

He gradually understood why Long Jiu shed tears; it was because he was moved by the purest emotions conveyed in the songs and dances, emotions that transcended race and strength.

It was this perception that prevented them from being completely annihilated like other dragons who only knew fighting and hatred, despite the Third Young Master's devastating attack.

Enlightenment is like a clear spring, instantly washing away all the filth and hatred that had been forcibly stirred up.

Long Ba's consciousness gradually calmed down, and the dark golden energy lost its violence, transforming into a warm ball of light that exuded an aura of vicissitudes yet gentleness.

"Do not--!"

Feng Xi's scream pierced the cave, her fox tail snapped straight, and the black light dimmed instantly.

The dragon power that had just been refined within his body surged outward like a receding tide, flowing backward along his meridians and returning entirely to the Panlong Dao, merging into Long Ba's increasingly solid consciousness.

She stared at her empty dantian, her nails digging deep into her palms, resentment and anger threatening to consume her.

"Impossible! This dragon power clearly belongs to me! How could this be..."

But the next second, a sneer of arrogance appeared on Feng Xi's face.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes flashing with a crazed confidence, her nine fox tails positioned defensively behind her:

"Qin Chuan, so what if you won this round? I have already scattered my fragmented soul throughout the world. As long as even a wisp of my fragmented soul remains, I can make a comeback! When it comes to survival techniques, even the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom can't completely annihilate me!"

This is her greatest reliance and her last source of confidence.

However, Qin Chuan's next words struck her like a thunderbolt, and the color drained from her face instantly.

"The Third Young Master couldn't kill you because he was only skilled in 'force' and didn't understand the mysteries of 'mind'." Qin Chuan's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of judgment. "But I am exactly the opposite."

In the reflection of Feng Xi's suddenly contracting pupils, Qin Chuan raised his finger again.

This time, the white light from his fingertips was no longer confined to the Panlong Path, but spread out like a spider web along the connection between the Phoenix Sacrifice's divided soul and its original body.

Before her fingertips could even touch Feng Xi's brow, a noblewoman in a human town, who was bewitching people with a teacup in hand, suddenly froze. The teacup crashed to the ground with a clatter, her face contorted instantly, and black smoke billowed from her seven orifices. She only had time to let out half a scream before she vanished.

On the border of Tushan, a split soul that had transformed into a fox demon and disrupted the continuation of reincarnation was suddenly crushed as if by an invisible hand. Without even a chance to struggle, it turned into a wisp of black smoke and drifted away.

Deep within the Beishan mine, the fragmented soul lurking in the ore let out a mournful wail, its body gradually becoming transparent before finally vanishing into nothingness.

Southern swamps, western deserts...

All the Black Fox clones, regardless of their strength or how deeply they were hidden, were simultaneously and absolutely annihilated by the "heart"!

In that unknown depth, Feng Xi's true form sensed the destructive will that pointed directly at the core of existence and closed her eyes in despair.

Just before the destructive power was about to completely obliterate her, Qin Chuan's fingers paused slightly, and that invincible power receded like a tide, leaving only a deep, imprisoning mark in the depths of her soul.

"Your life is for Honghong and the others to deal with."

Qin Chuan said calmly.

After all, she was the foster mother of the three Tushan sisters.

After subduing Feng Xi's true form, Qin Chuan turned his gaze to Long Ba, who had regained his senses, and the remnant soul of Long Jiu floating beside him.

He flicked his finger, and two streams of light containing profound information flew out, precisely entering their consciousness:

"This is the method to reshape the physical bodies of dragons and nurture their remnant souls. It is hoped that after you are reborn, you will lead the remnants of the dragon race and contribute to the final battle against the creatures outside the circle."

The illusory figures of Long Ba and Long Jiu bowed simultaneously, their dragon eyes filled with boundless gratitude, their voices trembling with the relief of surviving a calamity:

"Thank you for your great kindness, sir! The Dragon Clan will remember this! From this moment on, the dragon power imprisoned in Dragon Bay will flow back into the sea to nourish all things! The cultivation methods of our Dragon Clan will also be engraved on the Panlong Dao Wall. All those who are destined, whether human or demon, may come to cultivate and comprehend them!"

As the oath was uttered, the entire Longwan area trembled violently.

With a thunderous roar, the dragon power source deep within Panlong Road transformed from pitch black into a pale gold color, surging forth like a river bursting its banks. However, it was no longer violent and destructive; instead, it transformed into incomparably pure life energy, merging into the seawater and seeping into the earth!

In an instant, the concentration of spiritual energy in the entire Dragon Bay area rose at an alarming rate, the seawater became clear and azure, and spiritual herbs and corals on the seabed grew at a visible speed, bringing unprecedented vitality to the barren land!

The so-called dragon power is a special form of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Once the restriction is lifted, it naturally nourishes heaven and earth in return.

Qin Chuan glanced at the newly renovated Longwan, a faint smile flashing in his eyes.

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared as if it had merged into the air, leaving only the phantoms of Long Ba and Long Jiu. He then began to condense his physical body according to the method.

Longwan, which had been shrouded in darkness for thousands of years, has finally ushered in a new era of life.

And today, the biggest cancer that has plagued the industry for many years has been completely eradicated.

Chapter 65 Removing the Heart and Preserving the Body, Tu Shan Qianqian

At Tushan, beneath the Bitter Love Tree, blossoms still fluttered like rain, their pink and white petals gently brushing against the shoulders and hair of the people beneath.

Qin Chuan's figure appeared silently, carrying in his hand a figure bound by an invisible restriction, whose face was ashen. It was none other than the true form of the Black Fox Queen Feng Xi.

The three sisters, Tu Shan Honghong, Tu Shan Yaya, and Tu Shan Rongrong, who had already sensed the presence and were waiting there, looked at Feng Xi with complicated expressions.

Honghong subconsciously took a step forward, getting closer to Qin Chuan, and gently grasped the cuff of his free hand with her slender fingers, as if drawing courage from it to make a decision.

Qin Chuan sensed her unease, and gently wrapped her slightly cool fingers in his palm, squeezing them lightly, conveying silent support.

Honghong raised her eyes and looked at the face that was once familiar but was now filled with distortion and madness. Her green eyes were filled with regret, anger and deep distress.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to speak for a moment. She just held Qin Chuan's hand tighter.

"Hmph! What's the point of talking to this old hag!"

Ya Ya was the most decisive. She crossed her arms and her icy blue eyes were full of coldness, but her body unconsciously moved closer to Qin Chuan, almost touching his side. It seemed that only in this way could she more justifiably vent her anger.

"Her sins are too numerous to count! She has harmed so many reincarnated lovers and caused unrest between the two clans. Just kill her and be done with it! Sister, what are you still hesitating for?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Qin Chuan. Seeing that he wasn't displeased, she straightened her back again.

Seeing this, Rongrong slightly opened her narrowed eyes and cleverly changed the subject. She naturally walked to the other side of Qin Chuan, her voice soft and sweet:

"Brother Qin Chuan, how is the matter in Longwan? I sensed a violent fluctuation in spiritual energy over there just now, it seems something big has happened."

As she spoke, her slender fingers seemingly unintentionally touched Qin Chuan's arm, gently brushing away non-existent dust. In reality, she was using this method to soothe the tense atmosphere and give her sister some time to think.

Qin Chuan naturally cooperated, feeling the different yet equally dependent body temperatures coming from his left and right sides, and his heart softened.

He recounted the events of Dragon Bay in detail, from the Black Fox stealing the dragon's power to killing the illusory image of the Dragon King, guiding the remnant soul of Dragon Nine, awakening Dragon Eight, and finally releasing the dragon's power and rebuilding the hope of the dragon race.

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze gently sweeping over Honghong and Rongrong, who were listening attentively.

Although Ya Ya was initially focused on dealing with Feng Xi, she was also drawn to the dramatic events that unfolded.

At the most exciting part, she couldn't help but grab Qin Chuan's arm and shake it, interrupting him: