247: Chapter 246 Great Supplement

Great Elder Ao Yin stood frozen on the spot, his blood surging, with only a bone-chilling coldness and endless self-mockery remaining in his heart.

He had never imagined that his own father, in order to save his own life, would push all the blame onto him.

Although the responsibility did indeed lie with him, but, but...

Great Elder Ao Yin slowly closed his eyes, his shoulders drooping powerlessly, his tense body completely relaxing, all his strength to struggle drained away by despair.

High in the air, the heavily injured and withered Golden Immortal Ao Li looked down at Great Elder Ao Yin, who had completely resigned himself to his fate. His aged dragon eyes trembled slightly, a trace of imperceptible shame flashing in their depths, but it was instantly covered by an extreme desire to survive.

Yuan Chen, standing in the air in white, had an indifferent gaze, devoid of any ripples. His thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was calm yet carried supreme decisiveness:

"Finish him."

These three short words were said lightly, without monstrous killing intent or cold anger, yet they directly sealed Great Elder Ao Yin's final fate.

Standing at his side, Fortune Spirit heard this, and a brilliant, excited light instantly erupted in her eyes. Her originally gentle and calm aura suddenly surged with a trace of vibrant Battle Intent and devouring power. She gracefully took half a step forward and laughed aloud:

"Perfect! A Dragon Clan expert of this caliber, with a pure Physical Body, rich Dragon Qi, and long-lasting Dao rhymes, is exactly what is needed to add an excellent nutrient to the Spiritual Veins of the Daming Dynasty, nourishing this land and moistening all living things!"

Before her voice had even faded, Fortune Spirit's figure suddenly blurred and became ethereal!

With a soft hum, a brilliant white light surged around her. Her body instantly shed its physical form, turning into a wisp of ethereal, nimble, pure white mist. It flowed with the wind and streaked through the air with extreme speed, instantly enveloping the entire airspace around Great Elder Ao Yin.

The sky full of white mist spread out gently yet domineeringly. There was no sharp killing intent, yet it carried a terrifying power capable of imprisoning all things. Countless slender, condensed white light hands emerged endlessly from the thick mist. They were dense and layered, wrapping, enveloping, and locking onto Great Elder Ao Yin's limbs, bones, Meridians, and the Origin of his Divine Soul like a tidal wave.

Swish, swish, swish—

The white light hands clasped their fingers tightly, binding layer upon layer, firmly fixing Great Elder Ao Yin's figure in place. He was completely imprisoned in the center of the Void Realm, unable to move even a fingertip.

The next instant, the power of dismantling suddenly erupted!

Great Elder Ao Yin's body shook violently, and a tearing pain shot through his Meridians. His flesh, bones, Dragon Qi, and Immortal charm were all being gently yet domineeringly dismantled, extracted, and refined layer by layer by the invisible force. That pain seeped into his marrow and soaked into his Divine Soul, far more torturous than the tearing of his Physical Body, making it utterly unbearable for him.

"Ah—!"

The extreme pain made Great Elder Ao Yin let out a shrill, agonizing wail. His body twisted violently as he struggled frantically, the remaining Dragon Qi around him surging chaotically as he tried to break free from the mist's imprisonment and escape the agony of being refined.

But everything was in vain.

Fortune Spirit's invisible Dao body was unbreakable, and her endless refining power flowed continuously. Those white light hands were like ancient shackles, firmly locking down all his movements. All his struggles were like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, only causing the power of dismantling to penetrate even more thoroughly.

Below, the millions of Cultivators, Sect Masters, and Old Ancestors of various factions all held their breath. Their pupils shrank, their faces turned deathly pale, and earth-shattering waves rose in their hearts.

That was Great Elder Ao Yin! A top Prodigy of the Dragon Clan, a genuine Twelve-Tribulation Loose Immortal expert! Looking across the entire Eastern Wasteland, he was a top-tier powerhouse capable of suppressing a region and intimidating ten thousand races!

Yet at this moment, under Fortune Spirit's refining power, he had absolutely no room to resist, could only wail in pain, and was left to be dismantled, in a truly miserable state.

Within the Dragon Clan ranks, Clan Leader Ao Yi had an anxious expression. Witnessing the miserable end of his clansman, he could not bear it in his heart. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to step out and plead for mercy, attempting to seek a glimmer of survival for Great Elder Ao Yin.

But just as he moved, before he could speak, Yuan Chen, high in the air, merely raised his hand casually. A faint, invisible aura instantly suppressed the surroundings, precisely locking Clan Leader Ao Yi's figure, sealing all his words and actions completely.

Clan Leader Ao Yi's body stiffened, his throat tightened, and a thousand words were stuck in his mouth.

On the other side, the critically injured Golden Immortal Ao Li listened to his Disciple's shrill wails. His aged dragon eyes trembled slightly; in the end, he could not bear to look directly at this cruel scene. He slowly closed his eyes, his long dragon eyelashes trembling lightly. His heart was filled with sorrow and powerlessness, and he completely accepted this irreversible outcome.

"Yin, it is Dad who is incompetent!"

The remaining Dragon Clan experts and surviving Disciples were all deathly pale, their minds shaken. Watching Great Elder Ao Yin being dismantled layer by layer by the white mist and struggling in pain, no one dared to look directly at the tragic scene. They all turned their heads away, shifting their gazes, gritting their teeth, and desperately suppressing the fear and sorrow in their hearts.

The refining continued.

The pure white mist filling the sky became increasingly dense, the gentle white light enveloping Great Elder Ao Yin's body. His Physical Body, dragon bones, Immortal Qi, and Divine Soul were slowly dissolving, decomposing, and being purified at a visible rate. There was no bloody or violent shattering, only the extremely gentle yet cruel refining, stripping away, extracting, and condensing the Dao foundation and ten thousand years of cultivation accumulation of a top Loose Immortal.

A moment later, Great Elder Ao Yin's wails gradually weakened, and his body completely blurred and dissipated, thoroughly merging into the white mist filling the sky.

The originally turbid and violent mist, after absorbing all of Great Elder Ao Yin's cultivation and Dao body, became increasingly pure, lustrous, and transparent, containing rich and long-lasting life Spiritual Qi and Immortal Dao rhymes.

Whoosh—

The white mist filling the sky was no longer imprisoning or raging; it slowly expanded and drifted down, like a sky full of star rain and fragmented flowing light, falling gracefully onto the devastated wasteland below.

The extremely pure Immortal nutrient seeped into the cracked soil, shattered mountains, and withered Spiritual Veins.

Life force erupted visibly!

The dilapidated wasteland, which was originally barren, devastated, and ravaged by the great battle, was rejuvenated at a visible speed. The cracked land became moist and fertile, the collapsed rock layers rose again, withered grass roots sprouted from the soil, and spots of emerald green spread rapidly. The desolate mountains and rivers were once again filled with Spiritual Qi, with fresh breezes blowing and life abounding.

The entire foundation of a Twelve-Tribulation Loose Immortal had completely transformed into supreme nutrients to nourish this land, reshaping the vitality of the mountains and rivers, and moistening the Spiritual Qi of the earth.

In just a few breaths, the dilapidated wasteland had taken on a new look, with lush vegetation and swirling Spiritual Qi, as if an immortal realm had been reborn.

Hum—

The white mist filling the sky had all fallen to nourish the earth, and a nimble white shadow instantly condensed into shape. Fortune Spirit, with her graceful figure and glowing spirit, landed steadily back beside Yuan Chen.

Her eyes were bright and brilliant, her small face glowing with abundant Spiritual Qi. She licked her tender lips slightly, her tone full of excitement and joy, her voice crisp and lively:

"Cackle! After digesting this wisp of nutrient from the Dragon Clan Prodigy's Dao rhymes, my cultivation has solidly increased by another notch, and my Dao body has become even more towards Perfection!"

As her voice fell, Fortune Spirit's gaze shifted, her eyes carrying extreme greed as she firmly locked onto Golden Immortal Ao Li in the air.

The Origin Dao rhymes and eternal accumulation of an ancient Golden Immortal were far richer than Great Elder Ao Yin's by more than a hundred times. To her, it was an irreplaceable top-tier tonic!

She turned to look at Yuan Chen with eager eyes:

"Dad, should I finish him off?"

Golden Immortal Ao Li's butt tightened!

You already finished off my son, you can't finish me off!