Chapter 45 Awakening
"Aa ...
Ji Rong awoke from her fear, her roots twisting rapidly into braids because of her screams; these twisted roots, like the tentacles of an octopus, carried her all over the place.
Ji Rong stared at all this in astonishment. She looked inward at her spiritual platform and found that there was already a perfectly round little Dao pill on it, and claws had also grown on her wings.
Now, she should be a Fusion Realm cultivator!
The eight major meridians in her body are as wide as great rivers, and as she moves, the underground spiritual veins also rotate with her.
"Truly amazing nature!" Ji Rong couldn't help but exclaim. It was as if the spiritual veins followed her wherever she went.
Ji Rong felt as if she had found a treasure, and happily wanted to call Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing to share her joy. However, she found Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing hugging each other and trembling as they looked at her.
With a "whoosh," a sword flew in.
Ji Rong instinctively dodged, and the sword was driven directly into the stone. Ji Rong's roots moved at will, quickly transmitting the scene of the fight over.
A group of liches arrived on the island. They seemed to be quite powerful and beat Jiao Pingbo badly.
But Jiao Pingbo was no pushover either; with each shot she fired, a lich would lose an arm and dozens of kilograms of flesh.
Ji Rong quickly used her roots to bind her brother and Gu Qingqing together, and whispered, "Do we have anywhere else to hide?"
Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing both shook their heads.
Gu Qingqing replied with a mournful face, "Those liches have surrounded our island, and we probably can't fly out now."
They couldn't win a fight, and they couldn't escape.
Ji Rong could only pray that Jiao Pingbo would win. She exchanged glances with her and read the past in the scales, knowing that Jiao Pingbo would not pose any threat to them.
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"kill!"
On the reef island, all of Jiao Pingbo's generals were dead, and she had several fist-sized cuts on her body, from which blood was constantly flowing.
Jiao Pingbo seemed oblivious to the pain. She still erected a large protective shield and killed a lich with a single spinning spear thrust.
She spat out the Dao pill, held it in her claws, her eyes wide with anger, as if she were invincible.
Seeing their companion die, the Lich Clan members thought to themselves that Jiao Pingbo was indeed brave, still possessing such power even with only one breath left!
But now that Jiao Pingbo is doomed, to prevent her from self-destructing and retaliating, the group of liches picked up their companions' corpses and left the island.
Seeing them walk away, Jiao Pingbo breathed a sigh of relief.
Ji Rong's roots crept over, protruded into the ground, drew the spiritual vein up, and beckoned its claws toward Jiao Pingbo.
Looking at the delicate tree roots and the miniature spiritual vein, Jiao Pingbo said gently and calmly, "I don't need it anymore."
As she spoke, she limped over to Ji Rong. Looking at Ji Rong's face, she recalled her mother's dying words, her heart filled with mixed emotions, and said, "You, you have the ancestral tree, don't you?"
Countless dreams flashed through Ji Rong's mind, and she nodded.
Jiao Pingbo, her lips chapped, leaned on her gun and smiled silently.
Jiao Pingbo carefully handed the nautical chart to Ji Rong, and a sudden inspiration struck her; she seemed to see a more distant destiny.
She reverently released the gun, gazed at the sky, and solemnly bowed.
She prostrated herself on the ground, and at that moment, heaven and earth seemed to receive the Demon Emperor's will to die; lightning flashed and thunder roared on the island, and clouds surged.
Moved by her feelings, Ji Rong softly recited a song: "Their return is nowhere to be seen, but now there is a dragon prince who wishes to return to his source..."
Jiao Pingbo looked at Ji Rong's breath root swaying in the wind and murmured, "How wonderful, haha, Heaven is indeed kind to me."
She transformed into the true form of a dragon.
At the moment of death, a root grabbed her, and her body became smaller and lighter. She grasped the root and went into Ji Rong's spiritual platform.
All that remained was a riddled, soulless body, slowly disintegrating outside.
A heavy rain fell from the sky, and in no time, Jiao Pingbo vanished without a trace.
She was as if she had never been there, leaving only a war gun lying on the ground.
"Whoosh!"
Layer upon layer of spiritual energy vortexes exploded within Ji Rong's body, causing her spiritual platform to sway left and right amidst the turbulent currents formed by the convergence of spiritual veins.
Blood rushed to Ji Rong's head again, gushing from her fragile organs, and soon pushed her cultivation to the mortal demon realm.
A spiritual lake gradually formed beneath Ji Rong's spiritual platform. The roots growing beneath Ji Rong's feet began to converge, and the roots plunged neatly into the spiritual lake. A phantom of a dragon leaped up from the spiritual lake, and the splashing water caused Ji Rong to vomit another mouthful of blood.
The buds also suddenly stretched upwards, and several new leaves were about to emerge together.
Ji Rong's abdominal cavity was being stretched, as if it would break off at any moment.
Ji Rong's head was swollen, as if it was about to burst. Bones were growing upwards from both sides of her head, and the already formed bones were pressing against each other, like a broken pottery bowl.
The enormous amount of energy was difficult to absorb, and Ji Rong's physical body was too fragile.
Ji Rong immediately extended a tendril, sending the excess spiritual energy into her tiny spiritual vein.
The illusory bird within the spiritual vein sensed the incoming spiritual energy and frolicked joyfully within the meridian.
However, this method of giving back doesn't dissipate enough spiritual energy.
Excessive spiritual energy continued to grow and expand wildly within Ji Rong's body, leaving her body covered in sore flesh that it seemed as if it would collapse at any moment.
Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing were anxiously pacing around Ji Rong.
With Ji Rong causing such a commotion, it won't be long before the liches from outside come to the island to investigate.
We need to hurry!
They made up their minds, exchanged a glance, and each made their firmest decision.
Gu Qingqing unleashed her four tails, cradling a pouch filled with spirit crystals in her two paws, and cast the "Phantom Shadow Technique," a skill she could only perform at her peak.
The highly realistic illusion forced the fox to supply a massive amount of spiritual energy to maintain itself. Ignoring the pain caused by rapidly absorbing the spiritual crystals, Gu Qingqing gritted her teeth and inhaled.
In this moment of desperation, Ji Zhuang remembered the "Refining Phoenix Scripture" that Ji Rong had read to him.
He placed his mouth on the back of Ji Rong's neck and drank large gulps of blood, while the "Phoenix Refining Scripture" rapidly circulated within his body.
The boiling blood in Ji Rong's body seemed to find an outlet and flowed into Ji Zhuang's mouth. Ji Zhuang drank greedily, gradually becoming satisfied and swollen.
His Dao Dan gradually became full and round, hanging above his Dantian like the sun;
As his spiritual platform rose within his body, the spiritual lake below, originally the size of a sesame seed, rapidly expanded little by little. The eight spiritual veins were swept and squeezed by the surging spiritual currents, and were forced to slowly expand.
As Ji Zhuang continued to absorb blood, the vortex of spiritual energy surrounding Ji Zhuang and Ji Rong became as fierce as a gale, causing Gu Qingqing, who was casting spells outside, to lose her hair.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!" Four leaves sprouted from Ji Rong's body, each covered with different inscriptions.
As soon as the leaf appeared, the vortex of spiritual energy gradually shrank and subsided, and Ji Rong's aura dropped back to the mortal demon realm.
Ji Zhuang also broke through his cultivation level at this moment, achieving the Mortal Demon Realm.
His eyes were bloodshot and red, as if he did not notice Ji Rong's change, and he continued to swallow blood.
Seeing Ji Rong's face growing paler, Gu Qingqing disregarded her own pain and used her tail to sweep Ji Zhuang away. Ji Rong then lay on the ground like a dead chicken.
Seeing that there was no more blood to drink, Ji Zhuang was extremely dissatisfied. He opened his big beak in a fit of rage and pecked at Gu Qingqing, tearing off the tip of one of Gu Qingqing's tails.
The immense pain made Gu Qingqing's blood boil, and tears streamed down her face.
Fortunately, Gu Qingqing had experience with cutting off tails and was aware that something was wrong with Ji Zhuang at this moment.
She managed to suppress her animalistic instincts, unleashing all three of her tails to subdue the clearly frenzied Ji Zhuang.
Then, enduring the pain, she used her injured tail to wrap Ji Rong around Ji Zhuang's back.
Gu Qingqing used its two tails to bind Ji Zhuang's neck, turned his bird head around, and drove Ji Zhuang to fly towards a more desolate and deeper sea, while its other tail lashed out at Ji Zhuang's buttocks.
A mad bird carried the two crippled children away into the distance amidst the lightning and torrential rain.
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