Born with immortal seed

Chapter 691 The True Dragon Palace

Those colossal beasts leisurely passed by, not even glancing at the tiny, dust-like flying boat.

They have lived at the edge of the Black Sea for countless millennia, and almost no cultivators have ever entered this area.

Today, only a small number remain.

After traveling around this sea area for several more days, they finally saw half a dragon scale, which had been folded in half and pinched to make a pointed end, pointing to one side.

"Half fish, half dragon, those are scales from the Red-Bearded Lord!"

Bai Zichen summoned water ripples, and dragon scales fell into his hand. He sensed their source with a slight touch.

To avoid being discovered by the True Dragon Saint, the Red-Bearded Lord and the others did not leave any demonic essence marks, but instead used a more primitive and troublesome method.

The Thunder Flying Boat dimmed, shrinking into a bolt of lightning before plunging into the seabed.

At that very moment, a light rain began to fall from the sky, and even the wild beasts dared not linger, quickly crouching low.

A single drop of rain can cost you ten years of your lifespan; who can bear that?

Even the longest-lived beasts would collapse if their massive, demonic bodies were drenched in such rain.

We continued to descend, seemingly without end. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally came across a water source, from which endless seawater was constantly being pumped in and out.

It gives the impression that all the water in the Black Sea comes from it.

Bai Zichen and Jiuyue Dazhenjun exchanged a glance, realizing they had arrived at the correct destination: the mysterious Ten Thousand Zhang Water Eye, the lair of Ao Laolong, the Lord of the Black Sea.

They all stretched out their palms and pressed them onto the hull, maneuvering the flying boat into the water's eye. The world spun around them, and in the next moment they arrived in a completely different world.

Before me stood an underwater palace, magnificent and sparkling.

In front of the palace are thousand-year-old jade shells and ten-thousand-year-old corals, forming a ten-mile-long corridor, and the road surface is paved with ten-thousand-year-old fire jade.

Further on, there were emerald green seashells, fiery red corals, and lustrous pearls...

All the rare and precious treasures one might imagine a deep-sea dragon palace to possess can be found right before one's eyes.

Only one thing remained silent.

"Judging from these decorations, this must be the lair of a demon lord, but where is the demon itself..."

As the Thunder Flying Boat passed through the bottomless water eye, it was crushed to pieces. The Great True Lord of September kept his hands bound inside his robe, his divine thunder contained but not unleashed.

The three Daoist cultivators appeared much more disheveled, summoning their treasures and remaining cautiously on guard, each clutching a secret treasure in their hands.

Bai Zichen's clothes remained dry, sword light swirled around him, and his eyes gazed into the distance, as if he could see the entire Dragon Palace through layers of crystal walls.

Not only did they not encounter the demon clan subordinates they had imagined, they also did not see Ying Guang, the Red-Bearded Duke, or Ao Quan.

"No matter how strong Ying Guang is, it's impossible for him to instantly kill two top-tier demons without leaving a trace..."

Bai Zichen looked thoughtful as he glanced around at himself, both in front of and behind him.

"What you mean, Sword Lord, is that these two great demons deceived us to lure you into a trap!"

The Great True Lord of September thought of a terrible possibility: what if the Holy Water of Changchun was a hoax from the very beginning, a lie fabricated by the demon race?

If one desires the holy water, one must surely ask the Moral Sect and the Sword Lord of Time for assistance. If this is all part of the demon race's scheme, then they must have prepared a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire here.

The True Dragon Saint Son and the two great demons conspired to wipe out the most elite group of human cultivators in one fell swoop.

“Ao Quan and the other two demons may not be the problem, but it won’t be that easy to hide it from me… More likely, Ying Guang saw through it all along and did it intentionally!”

Bai Zichen's pupils moved slowly, soaring to the heavens and descending to the underworld, determined to see the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the sea.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the empty hall in the center of the Dragon Palace.

“Ao Laolong did not set up any array or restriction in the water eye, relying entirely on the natural dangers and strange phenomena to help it keep outsiders away… I want to know, what gave Ying Guang such audacity to think he could keep me in the Dragon Palace?”

……

Crystal Dragon Palace.

"You two despicable bloodlines actually thought of surrendering to humans and betraying the True Dragon Holy Son!"

Holding a black banner, Ying Guang's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he looked at the dragon carp and the golden coiled dragon lying on the ground, his gaze lingering on the dragon's tendons and reverse scales.

“The demon race traitors are even more detestable than two-legged beasts. After I wipe out this group of human cultivators, I will start with you... I will skin you alive, extract your tendons, boil down your dragon oil, and make your dragon souls wail every day.”

"Holy Son, you must have misunderstood something. We have traveled a long way to seek refuge with you..."

The Red-Bearded Man secretly groaned. He clearly thought that the True Dragon Saint Son was an easy-to-manage visitor from the upper realm who was ignorant of worldly affairs and had switched allegiance to the sect.

Unexpectedly, his actions were completely transparent to Ying Guang, and there were no secrets to him.

Upon entering the Dragon Palace, the black banner caused him to collapse, his body going limp, and all his methods proved useless.

He secretly regretted not that he had sided with the Time Lord, but that he had worked too hard as a pawn. He should have waited outside the Dragon Palace until the human cultivators arrived.

That would be the perfect state, where you can both attack and defend.

"Sweet talk! No wonder the demon race in the lower realm was routed. With people like you, what kind of power can you possibly achieve!"

Ying Guang flicked the black banner in his hand, and a black rope lashed out at the dragon carp, causing it to leap high from the ground in pain.

'What kind of magical artifact is this? It lost its ability to resist even before we had any real contact with it, as if we had encountered a true natural enemy...'

The golden dragon coiled on the ground, its eyes devoid of light, lost in thought.

The black banner did nothing, yet it gave it the feeling of a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, even surpassing the illusory image of the Celestial Court held by the Dragon Army.

It's impossible that Ying Guang possesses a second Heaven-Opening Spiritual Treasure besides the Mountain and River Cauldron.

The Heavenly Demon Realm may possess creation-level spiritual treasures from other worlds, but once they arrive in the Human Realm, they cannot be treated as creation-level spiritual treasures, and it is impossible for them to unleash the full power of sixth-tier spiritual treasures.

"Haven't you lost your mind yet?"

After venting his emotions by whipping the object a few times, Ying Guang turned his attention to a crystal mirror above his head.

The above clearly shows the actions of Bai Zichen and his group, as if they were right in front of them, only lacking sound.

Ying Guang was able to monitor every corner of the Dragon Palace at all times, and had already lit incense in the four corners of the hall in a way that was not easily noticed.

This incense originated from the Heavenly Demon Realm and was originally used to tame wild beasts, making it easier to extract their powerful bloodlines and integrate them into one's own body.

It was later discovered that when used on humans, it could cause human cultivators to develop violent tendencies without realizing it, leading to a major battle without any provocation.

Ying Guang had this idea in mind: he hoped that the Nascent Soul cultivators of the human race would kill each other, so that he could reap the benefits.

As a result, Bai Zichen flashed with red light, broke free from the incense's restraints, and arrived in front of the three Nascent Soul cultivators from the Moral Sect, striking them one by one with a palm strike, causing them all to fall into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, the Great True Lord of September had transformed into lightning, shattering the faint, blood-red mist.

"Snapped!"

Ying Guang slapped it hard, and the crystal wall next to him shook violently, almost cracking open.

"It's the legendary Banner of Ten Thousand Demons! No wonder I was so disoriented after just one sway; it turns out it brought a clone of this supreme treasure!"

As Ao Quan lay on the ground, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he remembered an ancient book he had flipped through when he was at Xingxiu Sea.

The above introduces several treasures from the Heavenly Demon Realm, which are said to be compiled based on oral accounts from ancient Heavenly Demon Realm cultivators who descended to this realm.

The one ranked first is the Myriad Demon Banner, which is extremely similar to the black banner in Ying Guang's hand. Since its birth, it has been the number one treasure in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

The origin is unverifiable; all that is known is that possessing demon blood means being bound by the Myriad Demon Banner.

It is extremely domineering, and any demon that tries to refuse it will suffer unbearable pain.

This has nothing to do with rank; it's entirely due to the characteristics of the Myriad Demon Banner.

Of course, putting all that aside, the Myriad Demon Banner is still the undisputed seventh-tier spiritual treasure in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

As its separation treasure, it is indeed intriguing to see how much power it can exert in the mortal realm. Is it necessarily more suitable than the sixth-order Celestial Court phantom?

"Why don't we just detonate the water eye and start the final plan..."

As Ying Guang was pondering a solution, Bai Zichen, inside the crystal wall, suddenly drew his sword and slashed towards the open space in the hall.

At the same time, the crystal wall above his head suddenly cracked open, and beams of sword light leaped out from it, widening the crack and gap.

……

"Perhaps it's a secret treasure from the upper realm, or some kind of divine power that ignores defenses?"

The Great True Monarch of September, his body still crackling with lightning, glanced at the three Nascent Soul cultivators of the Moral Sect lying on the ground with an ugly expression.

The situation was unexpectedly exaggerated to this extent; even ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarchs couldn't even play a supporting role in this battle.

Without warning, he was bewitched, his mind went blank, and he almost attacked them from behind.

Fortunately, Bai Zichen reacted quickly enough to knock the three of them down and also discovered the source of the anomaly.

The four sticks of incense were shredded by the sword light, severing Ying Guang's hopes at their source.

'I should have swallowed my pride and asked Li Fengzi for help at sea. Those three from the Moral Sect were not only useless, but they almost had the opposite effect...'

The Great True Monarch of September felt a pang of regret; having not reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he was not qualified to join this operation.

"Got you!"

Bai Zichen suddenly gathered his strength and shouted, unleashing the Demon-Slaying Sword, which transformed into thousands of sword lights and blasted towards the open space.

The Dragon Palace, built with countless high-grade spiritual materials, is incredibly durable; even so, it is only partially damaged.

It took another round to completely penetrate and reveal the light underneath.

Beneath the Dragon Palace lies a hidden world, with another underground Dragon Palace standing symmetrically there.

“True Dragon Holy Son, we meet again.”

Bai Zichen arrived at the underground dragon palace, his gaze sweeping around, taking in everything.

It was Ying Guang, the True Dragon Saint Son, whom he had met once on the battlefield and who had escaped from his grasp.

Meanwhile, the vanished Red-Bearded Man and Ao Quan revealed their true forms, lying dejectedly on the ground, their fate unknown.

He didn't find the flaw using the Candle Dragon Yin-Yang Eyes. The Dragon Palace's two levels, above and below ground, were like mirrors, which was definitely not an ordinary construction method. Even his own eyes were almost fooled.

It was the Demon-Slaying Sword that reacted, sensing the fluctuations of demonic energy below.

Then, by secretly letting Gun Gun take a look, it immediately locked onto the location of the demon race and even reported their numbers and cultivation levels.

The power of Bai Ze's demon god bloodline was now undeniable.

It's a pity that Gun Gun only inherited his spiritual senses and nothing else; otherwise, he could have become an important helper for him to stand on his own in the future.

"Bai Zichen, the Sword Master of Time and Successor of the Taibai Sword Sect..."

Ying Guang's face was contorted with rage as he uttered each word, his voice filled with boundless hatred.

(End of this chapter)