840: A true dragon crossing the river!

Immediately after, the cold gaze of the Bloodline Divine Demon phantom swept toward the churning tribulation cloud in the sky. It casually brushed its giant palm toward the center of the cloud layer—with a light stroke!

Whoosh—!

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The colorful tribulation cloud, covering hundreds of miles and brewing terrifying power, was wiped away as if by an invisible eraser, vanishing instantly! The sky returned to a deathly darkness, as if the world-destroying scene from just now had never occurred!

With just one hand! He crushed the Eleven-Colored Thunder Dragon! With a flick of his sleeve! He annihilated the tribulation cloud!

Overbearing! Tyrannical! Crushing everything!

Outside the Immortal Cave, Old Black Mu stood frozen in place like a statue, cold sweat instantly drenching his back! His pupils contracted, his mouth hung slightly open, and he even forgot to breathe!

What was that?!

That was definitely not a Spell! That was the purest, most extreme power of physical Bloodline Qi! It was a terrifying physique capable of shaking the Laws of Heaven and Earth!

"It's only... it's only been half a year!" Old Black Mu screamed inwardly, filled with unprecedented awe and a sense of powerlessness! He remembered clearly that half a year ago in Myriad Flower Spring Outing Valley, he could still face his master head-on; although he was no match, he could still hold his own. But now... the power displayed by just a single Bloodline phantom of his master made him feel as small as an ant! That grip that crushed the tribulation lightning—if it fell on him... he didn't dare think about it! His Primordial Spirit would likely be crushed instantly!

"Master... is no longer the man he once was..." Old Black Mu completely discarded the last trace of any stray thoughts that might have existed, leaving only endless submission.

The ninth day.

At the outskirts of the Demon Summoning Abyss, Old Black Mu stood respectfully with his hands down, his heart still surging from the world-shaking scene he had witnessed that day.

A figure appeared silently before him.

Old Black Mu looked up abruptly, his heart startled once again!

The person before him had a tall and upright stature, but his face had become extremely ordinary—the kind that would be impossible to find if thrown into a crowd. More importantly, the Origin aura on his body was no longer that deep and profound Yin and Yang power, but had changed into a strange fluctuation that was slightly cold, like a ghost in a frigid night!

If he hadn't seen his master walk out with his own eyes, Old Black Mu would never have believed this person was Yao Delong! This disguise was simply flawless!

"Mas...ter!" Old Black Mu almost said it wrong and hastily corrected himself while bowing. He also activated a secret technique; his stature grew a few inches taller, a hideous scar appeared on his face, and Evil Qi swirled around him, making him look exactly like a fierce Loose Cultivator who lived a life on the edge. Although his Origin aura couldn't be completely changed, as long as it wasn't someone extremely familiar with Old Black Mu or a powerhouse skilled in special tracking secret techniques, it would be difficult to see through him in a short time.

"Mm. Let's go." Yao Delong's voice had also become raspy and low.

Old Black Mu did not dare to delay and immediately summoned a pitch-black, hideously shaped flying shuttle covered in dark runes and emitting strong spiritual fluctuations—a Low Grade Heaven-Grade Weapon. This was something he had specially prepared; it was extremely fast and came with its own concealment Formation.

The two of them flashed into the shuttle. With a low shout from Old Black Mu, the runes on the shuttle's surface lit up, turning into a dim stream of light almost invisible to the naked eye. It silently tore through the Devilish Qi at the outskirts of the Demon Summoning Abyss and sped toward the undercurrent-filled River of Oblivion City in the east of the Xuan Ye Dynasty!

The Demon Summoning Abyss was guarded by Old Black Mu's elite confidants and strict Formations, with Luo Tianying—a Void Refinement Mid-stage cultivator who practiced a top-tier Demonic Path Cultivation Technique—presiding over it. Although Yao Delong was away, he felt very certain: unless a powerhouse at the level of a Nine Nether Sect Hall Master came personally, any blind fools trying to make a move would only become the whetstone for Luo Tianying to restore her Primordial Spirit!

The pitch-black shuttle tore through space, plunging into the turbulent flows of the Void Realm. The dark runes on the hull glowed with light, not only perfectly hiding their tracks but also causing their speed to soar several times over! The violent void turbulence crashed against the shuttle's protective light shield, only stirring slight ripples while the interior remained as steady as level ground.

Yao Delong sat inside the shuttle on a comfortable chair made of ten-thousand-year-old sunken wood, watching Old Black Mu skillfully operate a set of exquisite fire-jade tea tools to brew a pot of "Forget-Worry Mind-Settling Tea" that brimmed with Spiritual Qi. The curling tea aroma could actually bring peace to one's mind.

"Little Hei," Yao Delong spoke with a hint of playfulness in his tone, "this shuttle of yours is truly not bad." His gaze swept over the luxurious interior decorations and the precisely operating runic core. "The speed, concealment, and defense are all top-notch. You must have put a lot of effort into this, right?"

Old Black Mu, who was focusing on controlling the fire to brew tea, stiffened imperceptibly upon hearing this. A fawning smile instantly appeared on his face, but a flash of heartache crossed the depths of his eyes. He hurriedly said, "Hehe, Master, you have a Wisdom Eye! This 'Gloom Shadow Shuttle' is indeed my heart's blood, which I traded for with countless merit points after fighting for nearly a hundred years in the Nine Nether Sect! If you like it..."

He gritted his teeth, the smile on his face unchanging, but his voice carried a faint, undetectable tremor. "...I will immediately remove my ownership and offer it to Master!" Although he spoke generously, his heart was bleeding: 'My precious shuttle...'

What kind of person was Yao Delong? Old Black Mu's little thoughts were as clear as lines on a palm to him. He picked up the cup of hot tea Old Black Mu had just served and took a light sip, feeling the tea's fragrance dissolve on his tongue and bring a cool sense of tranquility. Only then did he slowly shake his head.

"There's no need. I was just complimenting it casually. To you, this is a Sharp Weapon for travel and killing enemies, but to me..." The silent taiyu flowing light wings engraved with spatial Dao patterns surfaced in his mind, and a barely perceptible curve formed at the corner of his mouth. "...it seems a bit clumsy."

Hearing this, the heavy stone in Old Black Mu's heart fell with a 'thud.' He breathed a long sigh of relief, but then a complex emotion welled up—both the joy of keeping his treasure and awe for his master's unfathomable methods. Indeed, Master could crush even that terrifying Eleven-Colored Pill Lightning with one hand; how could a mere Low Grade Heaven-Grade shuttle catch his eye? He was still too narrow-minded.

"Master's Divine Abilities are vast; it was my narrow vision," Old Black Mu said respectfully, taking the opportunity to change the subject. "By the way, Master, I just received a vague message from an old friend in the core circle of the Nine Nether Sect."

His expression became serious. "Regarding this auction, Sect Head Abyssal Heaven Hero... seems to have other arrangements! It's definitely not as simple as the surface ban! But as for the specific plan, the secrecy is extremely tight; even my old friend couldn't catch the slightest wind of it. He only knows... that undercurrents are surging, and there may be a great change!"

Yao Delong sipped his tea, his eyes calm and without a ripple, as if he were hearing ordinary news. "Abyssal Heaven Hero is shrewd and calculating; naturally, he won't be content to just be a spectator." He put down his teacup and looked out the shuttle window at the bizarre, fast-moving scenery of the Void Realm. "No need to be nervous. We are only here for the target medicinal herb. Whether the Sun Moon Divine Cult sets a trap, the Nine Nether Sect counterattacks, or it's Abyssal Heaven Hero's hidden move... as long as they don't block my path, let them fight. If someone is blind enough to cross me..."

A cold light flashed deep in Yao Delong's eyes. "...Then I'll let them know who the real fierce dragon crossing the river is in these murky waters! Just act as the situation dictates."