560: Chapter 560 Primal Ancient Demon

Xiao Chen's figure shot out, following the direction of the yin wind, spreading his Divine Thought to investigate along the way.

"Xiao Chen, slow down."

Ji Wushuang's brows furrowed slightly as she quickly followed him.

As the distance gradually closed, the smell of blood became increasingly thick. Xiao Chen rushed over recklessly, only to see a large patch of blood lying at the mouth of the valley ahead.

He flew down and investigated; the blood had not yet completely dried, indicating it had been left there not long ago.

Moving quickly toward the valley entrance, a tattered blood-stained garment was hanging on a tree branch. Xiao Chen grabbed it—it was indeed the attire of the Nangong Family.

Oh no!

He quickly searched the surroundings but found nothing. Just as he was in a state of shock and doubt, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding peaks were actually moving.

Xiao Chen instantly became alert. After some investigation, he realized it wasn't the mountains moving, but the ground beneath his feet, which had created a slight illusion.

He looked down, and his pupils suddenly constricted. A massive blood-colored eye was staring fixedly at him, and he was standing right on that enormous eyeball.

In the next instant, Xiao Chen's hair stood on end. He leaped up violently, and the ground beneath his feet split open into a giant maw.

A massive black tentacle poked out from within, quickly wrapping around his leg and dragging him desperately toward the giant maw.

"Xiao Chen!"

Ji Wushuang paled in shock. A crimson flying blade spun out from her hand, instantly severing that black tentacle.

"Roar!"

A sinister ghost-like shriek, as if coming from the Nine Serenities Hell, suddenly rang out. Just hearing it was enough to make one's blood run cold.

With a thought, Xiao Chen's Earth Flame True Fire quickly surged out, incinerating the half-tentacle wrapped around his leg until it was completely gone.

Ji Wushuang quickly stood by Xiao Chen's side, her face still showing signs of shock.

The 'ground' below was slowly writhing its body. That single blood-colored eye was like a demon's eye, emitting a dark, bloody glow.

Mountain peaks toppled one after another, and giant rocks rolled down to both sides. As the 'dust' across its entire body shook off, its silhouette clearly entered Xiao Chen's field of vision.

That massive body stood upright; it turned out to be just a severed tentacle that resembled a tail.

The cross-section was a bright crimson, as if cut from some giant organism, and its body was covered in gray folds.

Between the opening and closing of the folds, a blackened, foul-smelling mucus oozed out, making one nauseous just from the smell.

A vertical blood-colored eye blinked open and closed, with a giant maw split open below it, and further down were curled tentacles propping it up on the ground.

A sense of unease surged in Xiao Chen's heart. He had never seen such an inconceivable creature; its tenacity of life exceeded his understanding.

A Data Panel suddenly surfaced before his eyes:

Name: Xue He

Age: 725 million years

Race: Ancient Yao

Gender: Male

cultivation level: Soul Transformation Stage, Level 8

Rating: /

Physique: Devouring Ancestral Body

charm value: 0/100

good-evil value: -100/100

Holy shit!

Xiao Chen's eyes widened immensely. It had actually existed for 700 million years; could this thing be a part of the body of some Primordial Yao Beast?

It was even a Devouring Ancestral Body from the Primordial Era. Rumor had it that this Physique was born at the dawn of Chaos and was the ancestral source of all devouring-type Physiques and Cultivation Techniques.

Just looking at this appearance made his skin crawl.

Ji Wushuang, beside him, was full of terror.

The giant maw grinned, letting out a raspy, ghost-like low moan, as if its throat were being squeezed by something. "You are called Xiao Chen, right?"

"So what if I am!"

"This deity has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Hmm?"

Xiao Chen's brow tightened, and he asked in a heavy voice, "What do you mean?"

"Jie jie jie..."

Xue He laughed hideously, foul-smelling mucus spraying from its mouth. "If you hadn't taken that cloak, this deity wouldn't know how much longer it would have taken to escape. I truly must thank you!"

Xiao Chen's heart jolted. No wonder when he picked up that zhutian cloak back then, a beam of black profound light had trapped him.

In the end, he had used the zhu tian helmet to dispel it.

At the time, he thought it was a defensive mechanism derived from the zhu tian battle armor, but he hadn't expected it was also a Restriction meant to suppress evil.

"To thank you for helping this deity escape, this deity wants to grant you a grand Opportunity."

"Oh?"

Xiao Chen was suspicious. He didn't believe this thing—neither demon nor ghost—could have any good intentions.

"This deity has decided to give you a chance to Fusion your Creation Spiritual Root with this deity's noble Physical Body."

It really was nothing good!

"Bah!"

Xiao Chen spat. "You ugly creature, you should have fallen in the Primordial Era, yet you've survived until now as a parasite in a remnant body, and you still dare to speak of nobility!"

"Silence! This deity is a Primitive Ancient Yao, how can a junior like you..."

"Enough nonsense!"

Xiao Chen shouted angrily, staring fixedly at that ugly blood-colored eye, questioning, "Where are the people from the Nangong Family?"

"Are you talking about them?"

Xue He let out a raspy sound like a demon's moan. Its giant mouth opened, and dozens of blood-stained garments were spat out.

Piece by piece, they floated in mid-air, covered in nauseating mucus.

Each piece carried a thick scent of blood, and each was clearly inscribed with the mark of the Nangong Family, exactly matching the number of people the Nangong Family had sent to the Central Region to watch the battle.

The last sliver of hope in his heart was completely shattered at this moment.

Xiao Chen's vision went dark, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. His body swayed, nearly falling from the sky.

Ji Wushuang hurried to support him, but she couldn't control his violently trembling body. It was as if every cell in his entire body was roaring.

Every drop of blood was burning.

"Jie jie jie... they were this deity's lunch, I've long since digested them!" Xue He let out a wild laugh.

Xiao Chen stared fixedly at Xue He, his eyes instantly consumed by blood-red. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his palm tightly gripped a giant hammer.

"Don't be impulsive, we are not its match."

Ji Wushuang was quick to act, grabbing his arm. "Let's go back first. Once I summon the Old Ancestors of my clan, we'll come back to deal with it!"

"Xiao... Bai, Pos... session!"

Xiao Chen squeezed out the words one by one through his teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, all of Bai Su's spiritual power frantically poured into Xiao Chen's body in an instant, sweeping wildly through his meridians.

"Get back!"

Xiao Chen shoved Ji Wushuang away. His clothes exploded, and his figure suddenly expanded, transforming into a hundred-foot Glazed Golden Body, shooting toward that massive tentacle.

The star river shatter in his hand suddenly turned into a ten-thousand-foot giant hammer, slamming down violently toward the tentacle's blood-colored eye.

Deep disdain flashed in that blood-colored eye. The massive body flipped upward, and the curled tentacle suddenly struck against the giant hammer.

"Boom!"

A terrifying explosion, accompanied by surging airwaves, swept through the heavens and earth. The space for thousands of miles around shattered with a bang.

Xiao Chen's webbing between thumb and forefinger split, blood sprayed from his mouth, and his figure flew backward. Even the star river shatter in his hand was knocked away thousands of miles.

Ji Wushuang gave a delicate shout:

"Qilin True Form!"

Her figure flew into the air, enveloped in raging flames. In just an instant, she had transformed into a hundred-zhang-long Qilin beast.