Rumble—
The terrifying impact spread in all directions, howling over the desolate sea. The ceaseless storm was dispersed, revealing a vast open area spanning hundreds of kilometers, which suddenly became calm.
In the center of this now calm area, however, lies a mountain-like corpse lying on the sea, the part of it above the water resembling an island.
Before the fallen corpse, a towering giant, a thousand feet tall, stood with an imposing presence that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth. The surging tide could only submerge his calves, but it could not shake his towering body in the slightest. Instead, it became an aid to him.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, how are you feeling? Would you like to rest at my palace for a while?"
Not far behind the giant, the black dragon stared at the giant with horror in its eyes and asked in a very complicated tone.
The giant reflected in the dragon boy was also extremely badly injured, with flesh torn and bloody, and even bones that looked like they were forged from divine iron, with blood flowing from them, radiating a faint golden light.
However, these shocking injuries are now healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although it is not surprising for those who have cultivated their physique to regenerate a severed arm, this is a desolate sea. Just how profound must one's foundation be to remain unaffected by such a harsh environment and maintain such an terrifying speed of injury recovery?
"No need. The extraterrestrial demons are rampant, and we cannot allow them to run rampant. Let's quickly find another demon for me!"
At this moment, Feng Bingwen had regained the feeling he had when he killed those demons with bloodlines who had been resurrected in the abyss not long ago. He even gradually began to identify the black dragon in front of him, which was actually quite powerful, with the sword immortal Xia Yan.
Because Feng Bingwen was unfamiliar with the desolate sea and the environment there was too harsh, only these born aquatic lords could find the traces of those heavenly demons by relying on a few clues.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen, who had been following the Black Dragon all this time, went on a killing spree, demonstrating extremely terrifying combat abilities.
Of course, this is mainly thanks to the black dragon, which always manages to find suitable opponents. After all, although the dragon is warlike, it is not stupid. When it encounters a powerful demon, it will lead Feng Bingwen around it before he can even react, instead of going up to it and inviting trouble.
"Let's take a break for a while!"
But even the Black Dragon couldn't bear it any longer. Ever since he met this immortal who had come from the Supreme Dao, he had fought no fewer than ten battles, big and small, against the Heavenly Demons along the way.
Even he was finding the intense fighting somewhat exhausting, but the guy in front of him, despite being covered in wounds, was still lively and energetic.
"This is, after all, a desolate sea. Even if you have the strength to fight again, you need to maintain your condition close to your peak. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, you might not even have a chance to escape!"
Even if one needs to flee, one must find a suitable reason. When fleeing without endangering one's life, one must still maintain the dignity of the Dragon King.
"What you say makes sense, fellow Daoist. Let's rest for a while!"
Feng Bingwen and the Heavenly Demon engaged in a fierce and exhilarating battle. Although he was still somewhat unsatisfied, he was willing to heed such wise advice.
So Feng Bingwen packed up the spoils that were rightfully his and followed the black dragon back to a royal palace on an island at the edge of the desolate sea.
Clam maidens served her, servants danced for her, and dragon maidens were alluring. Although in the words of that true dragon, this was just a temporary palace for resting, she enjoyed all the luxuries one could.
If an ordinary person were to fall into such a situation and be served, they would likely linger and be unwilling to leave, even becoming a libertine ghost, they would probably be happy. But for Feng Bingwen, who had already seen many beauties in the world, these were nothing special and did not hold much appeal for him.
Because of the battles he fought in the desolate sea, he basically confirmed one thing: as long as he killed the extraterrestrial demons, in addition to the Heavenly Dao bestowing upon him a Heavenly Merit, the Heavenly Book would also give him an extremely generous reward of good deeds.
This is equivalent to doing one thing and getting two rewards, and all of these can pave the way for him to advance to the Celestial Immortal realm and obtain the true Dao Fruit of Immortality.
Compared to all that, how could a little beauty possibly make him obsessed? Once he truly achieves immortality, if he still has the interest, then he can enjoy it a little.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen only stayed in the palace for three days before finding the black dragon, which had already transformed into a human form, drinking and making merry, and dispelling the malevolent energy accumulated from the battles, among a pile of women and flesh.
"Fellow Daoist, I have almost fully recovered. Let's set off!"
"You've rested enough?"
Looking at the Taoist priest before him, who was beaming with excitement and whose eyes were full of eagerness, and the Black Dragon Lord with his arms around him, he was filled with astonishment.
He had long since realized that the Taoist priest in front of him was actually after those extraterrestrial demons who wanted to invade the world, but he couldn't figure out what the Taoist priest was after.
A divine achievement?!
While it is indeed very precious, even as a Dragon King, he was willing to risk his life again to fight these extraterrestrial demons.
But this Taoist priest is from the Supreme Tao. For him, there are many safe ways to obtain Heavenly Power. Why would he bother coming here to compete with the Dragon Clan for these extraterrestrial demons? He would even risk his life. It's not worth it at all.
"Great! I've never felt so good!"
Feng Bingwen's words were sincere, after all, he had just been promoted. Normally, his magical power would enter a period of rapid growth, and all aspects of his life would improve accordingly.
"But I've only rested for three days!"
Black Dragon King's face revealed undisguised resistance.
Although the First Emperor had issued an imperial decree, he did not force them to kill a certain number of people. As long as they were willing to participate in the battle, that was enough. As for how much they could gain, that depended on their own abilities.
The Black Dragon King considered himself one of the more warlike among the many dragon kings, yet even so, each time he returned from the desolate sea, he would spend at least as much time in his palace as he did during battles.
One of the dragon lords he knew was even more outrageous. He only went to war once a year, spending most of his time enjoying himself in his newly built palace. Because of such outrageous behavior, he was even reprimanded by the First Emperor.
At that time, the voice of the Ancestral Dragon resounded throughout the world, which made that Dragon Lord quite famous among the dragons. Many dragons who did not know him remembered his name. Unfortunately, it was not a good reputation.
Although this was used as a typical negative example by the First Emperor, the other dragon kings were not much better than this guy.
After all, which Dragon Lord wasn't a ruler of a region, enjoying an extremely revered status? It was already quite commendable that they were willing to heed the Ancestral Dragon's call to come here and fight against the extraterrestrial demons, but demanding that they maintain a constant state of combat was simply going too far.
"Three days is long enough!"
Feng Bingwen ignored the resistance on the black dragon's face. He knew he couldn't possibly use this dragon as a tool; when it came to tracking down the Heavenly Demon, he was no match for these dragons.
"This amount of time isn't even enough for me to take a nap!"
Black Dragon muttered, unwilling to respond to Feng Bingwen's call.
“It would probably take several years for a true dragon to take a nap. If it sleeps for even longer, these extraterrestrial demons will probably have been wiped out!”
"It's best if it's thoroughly cleaned up!"
"Fellow Daoist, are you really not leaving?"
"No, no, come find me again in six months. If you're really in a hurry, you can go to the Desolate Sea yourself!"
The Black Dragon Lord was unwilling to leave the group of women. He had just entered this gentle paradise and hadn't even had a chance to enjoy it yet. Why should he leave? Even the Ancestral Dragon couldn't be so unreasonable.
"I am an outsider, and it would probably be inappropriate for me to enter the desolate sea alone!"
Feng Bingwen's face showed hesitation and doubt, as if he was worried about being expelled by the dragon clan.
"Take my seal!"
Seeing the expression on Feng Bingwen's face, Black Dragon Lord rolled his eyes and impatiently took out a square seal from his pocket. On the top of the seal was a lifelike black dragon coiled up, and there was even a faint dragon's might emanating from it.
"If a dragon really tries to expel you, then take out this seal. But I think as long as you tell me your origins, no one will be so foolish as to drive you away!"
"But fellow Daoist, aren't you just bombarding me now?"
Feng Bingwen caught the seal, feeling disappointed, but still managed a smile.
The dragon before him was not the sword immortal Xia Yan, whom he could easily manipulate. Xia Yan's ancestors were probably watching from somewhere, and they were fully aware of his actions.
"You're right, I'm kicking you out. Don't disturb my fun, get out of here!"
The Black Dragon King, who had transformed into a dragon-man, waved his hand impatiently.
These newly promoted human cultivators are a real problem. They haven't gotten rid of their bad habit of only caring about the present moment. Don't they realize that if they just take things easy, they can live for a thousand years?
If you act so hastily, what if something goes wrong? Wouldn't all your previous cultivation be for nothing?
"Fellow Daoist, you really don't give me any face. However, I thank you for your previous kindness!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's sincere thanks, Black Dragon Lord immediately immersed himself in the pile of women, refusing to even glance at Feng Bingwen again.
Seeing the live sex show about to unfold before him, Feng Bingwen shook his head slightly and wisely left. He then transformed into a streak of light and re-entered the desolate sea.
The fierce storm parted from both sides like a docile sheep before his escape light, daring not to hinder him in the slightest. Some wisps of wind even merged into Feng Bingwen's escape light, making him even faster.
"In the end, I'm still alone!"
Amidst the storm, Feng Bingwen stood alone, gazing at the surging waves beneath his feet. Within the range of his divine sense, all was silent and desolate; not even a trace of life could be found.
This place is a true forbidden zone for living beings. No normal living being can survive here. Even cultivators are not qualified to enter until they reach a certain level.
"That's good, it makes things easier. However, my understanding of the Heavenly Demons is still not as good as that of the Dragon Clan. Not only has finding their tracks become more troublesome, but more importantly, there are some tough opponents. If we can't avoid them in advance, it will be very troublesome if we run into them."
Feng Bingwen pondered silently. He had already learned from that black dragon that the "chess pieces" sent in by the Heavenly Venerables and Buddhas from beyond the realm were also divided into different ranks.
The most powerful group requires the intervention of the Heavenly Dragon to deal with; the human race's equivalent are the Celestial Immortals and Martial Saints.
If Feng Bingwen were to suddenly encounter a demon of this level, he wouldn't need to even think about it. As long as he could escape, even if he relied on the power of a spirit artifact, it would be enough for him to boast about for a hundred years.
Of course, it is also fortunate that these ferocious demons are extremely rare. Whenever one appears, it will not be long before a celestial dragon takes the initiative to intercept it.
After all, they are visitors from outside this realm, beings who do not belong to this world. In fact, the higher their strength, the more terrifying the repulsion from heaven and earth becomes. Some things cannot be hidden just because you want to.
The truly troublesome ones are the "Heavenly Demons" whose strength is comparable to that of Earthly Immortals and Human Immortals. However, they are much weaker, so the repulsion from heaven and earth is not strong enough for them to easily infiltrate. Once they cross the desolate sea and enter heaven and earth, whatever they do, even the most foolish act of slaughtering living beings, can cause a catastrophic disaster.
"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to slay a true demon!"
Thinking of those ferocious beings who were comparable to celestial beings, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but have this thought pop into his mind. After all, on the path of cultivation, once you reach his level, the increase in strength becomes completely beyond reason.
After the killing, there will surely be an exceptionally large amount of heavenly merit to be bestowed, and the Heavenly Book will probably also give an extremely astonishing amount of good deeds as a reward.
Based on these insights, Feng Bingwen felt that he might soon find a path to advancement, become a Celestial Immortal, and truly attain the Dao Fruit of Immortality.
This is not impossible or hopeless. Although the gap between an Earth Immortal and a Celestial Immortal is like the distance between heaven and earth, he has a magical artifact in his hand.
If he were to be defeated in a direct confrontation, forget about it. Even if he possesses ancient legacies, it wouldn't work. The barrier of cultivation level cannot be broken. As I said before, someone who has cultivated to this level is no waste.
Even if they were originally mediocre, once they reach this stage, if they are able to have offspring, they will inevitably be among the most talented.
If a direct confrontation doesn't work, he can look for opportunities. Perhaps he'll run into a battle between an extraterrestrial demon and a celestial dragon, and he might just pick up a weakened opponent.
If I could find it... Hmm, this dream is too wonderful. I should just honestly look for those weaker demons. Little by little, I can achieve enlightenment.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com