251: Chapter 251 Another Incarnation of the Evil Dragon

Inside the Gui Xu Eye.

A pitch-black abyss hung in mid-air; above the pale blue light membrane, runes circulated frantically.

Before the light membrane, two figures stood in confrontation.

On one side, Purple-Gold Lightning Flames soared to the skies, and a Blood Dragon True Form coiled around.

On the other side, black mist churned, and eerie green eyes were like deep abysses.

The Heavenly Demon Cult Master slowly raised his hand; the reincarnation mirror in his palm was as black as ink, its surface reflecting nothing—only the endless Void Realm.

“Good child,” he gave a low laugh, “you have saved this seat a lot of effort.”

He took a step.

With one step out,

the distance of a hundred zhang was instantly erased.

Gao De's pupils shrank abruptly, and he slashed horizontally with the thunder calamity law-breaking halberd!

The Purple-Gold Lightning Flames transformed into a thousand-zhang silk ribbon, hacking toward that blurred figure!

—It hit nothing.

The Cult Master's figure dissipated like smoke and re-condensed three zhang away.

“Fourth Grade Middle Stage, to have this kind of combat power is indeed rare,” he said with a hint of admiration in his tone, “unfortunately—”

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

The space around Gao De suddenly solidified!

That feeling was ten times stronger than the Bone Demon's bell imprisonment!

It wasn't just a spatial Divine Ability.

There was also the suppression of Realms.

A half-step Fifth Grade against a Fourth Grade Middle Stage was like a giant python against an ant.

Ao Xue let out a sharp shriek, and her Blood Dragon True Form pounced!

The Cult Master didn't even look at her, even though she had advanced to the Fourth Grade Middle Stage ahead of time.

He simply flicked a finger.

“Bang—!”

Ao Xue was struck as if by lightning; her hundred-zhang dragon body flew backward and crashed into the grey-white bewitching mist!

“Ao Xue!”

Gao De's eyes nearly split from rage, and he activated Dragon Blood Burning Essence!

The essence of the Bloodline within his body instantly dropped by thirty percent!

In exchange, the power of the Purple-Gold Lightning Flames doubled!

That spatial imprisonment was forcibly forced open by him, creating a crack!

Lightning Evasion!

He transformed into lightning, the tip of his halberd stabbing directly at the Cult Master's throat!

This was a life-risking strike.

This was a strike that burned everything.

This was—

The Cult Master lightly leaned sideways, avoiding the halberd tip, and then pressed a palm against Gao De's chest.

“Bang—!!!”

The purple lightning reverse dragon scale armor, this natal demon weapon that had accompanied him through countless battles, endured a claw from the Golden-Winged Great Peng, and withstood a full-force strike from Lord Mo Yuan—

Cracked!

Shattered!

Gao De sprayed blood wildly from his mouth, his body crashing like a meteorite toward the light membrane of the Gui Xu Eye!

“King—!!!”

Ao Xue rushed out from the mist, her Blood Dragon True Form stained with her own blood, yet she still pounced toward that falling figure.

The Cult Master did not pursue them.

He just watched quietly, a hint of playfulness in his eerie green eyes.

“Blood-Burning Secret Technique, a desperate strike, protecting a companion...” he murmured, “he's quite a loyal little thing.”

He paused.

“Unfortunately, those with sentiment and loyalty do not live long in this world.”

He raised the reincarnation mirror.

The mirror surface was aimed at that layer of light membrane.

Aimed at the guixu token and the ding xu stone already embedded in two of the three slots.

“Two of the three keys have gathered; the final key is in this seat's hand.”

He gave a light smile.

“This seat has waited a thousand years for this Gui Xu Eye.”

“Today—”

He loosened his five fingers.

The reincarnation mirror flew up on its own and embedded itself into the third slot.

Boom—!!!

Heaven and earth shook violently!

The moment the three keys were gathered, that layer of pale blue light membrane—

Shattered!

Endless darkness gushed out from the depths of the Gui Xu Eye!

That darkness was not an absence of light.

It was light that devoured everything.

That was—the aura of the Nine Nether.

---

On the other side.

Gao De, who had just been sent flying, crashed heavily onto the ground.

The purple lightning reverse dragon scale armor was in fragments, a palm print on his chest was deep enough to see bone, and purple-gold flood dragon blood soaked his robes.

Ao Xue pounced to his side, her blood-red eyes full of panic and urgency.

“King...”

Gao De coughed up a mouthful of blood but raised his hand to press on her shoulder.

“Don't worry about me.”

His voice was hoarse, yet still steady.

“Look.”

Ao Xue looked up.

In the depths of the Gui Xu Eye, darkness churned.

Within that darkness, something was faintly rising.

It was a skeleton.

A pitch-black Dragon Clan skeleton that was unimaginably massive.

The dragon bones were a thousand zhang long; every rib was like a mountain ridge, and every section of the spine was like a mountain Peak.

On the dragon's head, the two dragon horns had long since broken, leaving only charred stumps.

The dragon's mouth was wide open, as if letting out a silent roar.

The dragon's eyes were hollow, yet two clusters of eerie green flames danced slowly within them.

“This is...” Ao Xue's pupils shrank.

“The Nine Nether Dragon Tomb,” Gao De said in a low voice, “the remnants of the... Sinister Dragon that was suppressed.”

The Cult Master stood at the edge of the Gui Xu Eye, gazing at the slowly rising black dragon skeleton, his eerie green eyes full of fanaticism.

“A thousand years.”

“This seat has waited for several thousand years.”

“From a mere minor demon, I crawled to where I am now, died seven times, changed four physical bodies, and refined countless holy fetuses—”

He opened his arms.

“I've been waiting for today!”

He took a step out, stepping into the Gui Xu Eye!

Stepping into that endless darkness!

In the hollow eye sockets of the black dragon skeleton, those two clusters of eerie green flames slowly turned toward him.

An ancient, violent, and extremely venomous intent surged from the depths of the skeleton:

“Descendant... what do you want...”

The Cult Master knelt in the void and kowtowed deeply.

“I beg the Holy Ancestor to bestow an Incarnation for this Junior to carry!”

“I beg the Holy Ancestor to bestow power to help this Junior break through his Realm!”

“I beg the Holy Ancestor—”

He raised his head, his eerie green eyes full of madness.

“—To lead this Junior to ascend to the Fifth Grade!”

The black dragon skeleton remained silent.

The endless darkness was also silent.

And then—

“As you wish.”

The darkness boiled!

The thousand-zhang black dragon skeleton crashed and shattered!

Endless black Qi gushed out from the broken bones, pouring into the Cult Master's body like a tide!

The Cult Master threw his head back and roared; the black mist around him exploded tenfold, a hundredfold!

His aura was climbing frantically!

Half-step Fifth Grade—stabilized!

Half-step Fifth Grade—Peak!

Fifth Grade—threshold!

“Aaaaaah—!!!”

He shrieked as his body repeatedly collapsed and reshaped!

Within the black Qi, a massive dragon shadow was taking shape!

That was the Heavenly Demon Evil Dragon.

That was the remnant soul of the Sinister Dragon that had been suppressed here by the Dragon Clan countless years ago.

That was—an existence capable of destroying heaven and earth!

Gao De looked at the gradually forming phantom of the evil dragon and suddenly smiled.

Ao Xue was startled: “King?”

“It's nothing,” Gao De said softly, “I just remembered back then, in the Qianjiang Dragon Palace.”

“That Black-Robed Person also wanted to summon the Heavenly Demon Evil Dragon.”

He paused.

“Back then, I ruined their plans.”

“This time—”

He slowly stood up.

The purple lightning reverse dragon scale armor was shattered, but the thunder calamity law-breaking halberd was still tightly grasped in his hand.

The lightning flames around him had dimmed to the point of nearly being extinguished.

But he stood up.

“This time, I still want to ruin it.”

Ao Xue grabbed him.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Maybe,” Gao De looked down at her and smiled, “but didn't you go crazy once in the Dragon Transformation Pool back then?”

Ao Xue froze.

Gao De broke free from her hand.

“Live on.”

He said.

And then—

He took a step out.

Toward the Gui Xu Eye.

Toward that forming Heavenly Demon Evil Dragon.

Toward that Cult Master who was at the Peak of half-step Fifth Grade and about to break through his Realm.

One step.

The lightning flames reignited.

That was the final burning of his Bloodline.

That was Dragon Blood Burning Essence—Limit.

---

Deep within the Gui Xu Eye.

The Cult Master was immersed in the ecstasy of his skyrocketing power.

Entwined by black Qi, the evil dragon phantom was already seventy percent formed.

He only needed ten more breaths—

A halberd strike.

Purple-gold lightning light stabbed from behind!

The halberd tip pointed straight at the Cult Master's heart from behind!

“Hmm?”

The Cult Master didn't even turn his head.

With just a thought, the black Qi around him turned into a thousand tentacles, coiling toward that lightning light!

—But that lightning light did not retreat.

Instead, it became even faster!

Faster!

“Boom—!!!”

The halberd tip stabbed into the black Qi!

It stabbed three inches into the Cult Master's back!

And then—

It got stuck.

The Cult Master slowly turned his head.

His eerie green eyes held a hint of surprise.

“You can still stand up?”

Gao De did not answer.

The veins on his hand holding the halberd bulged.

Lightning flames poured frantically into the halberd tip!

One inch!

Another inch!

The Cult Master's brow furrowed slightly.

He raised his hand and grabbed the halberd shaft.

With a light twist.

“Crack—!!!”

The thunder calamity law-breaking halberd—snapped!

Gao De was sent flying backward!

But he did not hit the ground.

He forcibly twisted his body in mid-air and threw a punch toward the Cult Master's face!

On his fist were the final lightning flames.

The final dragon prestige.

It was—

“Begone.”

The Cult Master struck out with a palm.

Fist and palm collided.

“Bang—!!!”

The bones in Gao De's right arm shattered inch by inch, and he was smashed like a meteorite into the cliff wall at the edge of the Gui Xu Eye!

The cliff wall cracked!

Rubble fell like rain!

Ao Xue let out a sharp cry, and her Blood Dragon True Form pounced!

The Cult Master didn't even look, just flicking a finger.

“Bang!”

Ao Xue was sent flying again, crashing into the mist, her life or death unknown.

The Cult Master withdrew his gaze and looked at the figure embedded in the rock of the cliff wall.

“This seat said it.”

His tone was calm.

“Those with sentiment and loyalty do not live long.”

He turned back and continued to accept the power of the evil dragon.

Black Qi churned.

The evil dragon phantom was eighty percent formed.

Ninety percent.

Ninety-five percent—

“Hey.”

Behind him, that hoarse voice rang out once more.

The Cult Master's brow furrowed.

He turned around.

Among the rubble of the cliff wall, that blood-covered figure was struggling to stand up.

His right arm was useless, hanging by his side.

His left arm propped himself against the rock wall, his knuckles shattered and dripping with blood.

That palm print on his chest had already pierced through from front to back.

But he stood up.

He raised his head.

In his eyes were lightning flames.

Dragon prestige.

It was—

Madness.

“I said—”

Gao De grinned, his mouth full of blood.

“—Can you fucking stop ignoring people?”

The Cult Master was silent for a breath.

Then, he laughed.

That laughter was hoarse and low, yet it carried a hint of genuine appreciation.

“Excellent.”

He said.

“Since you want to die so badly, this seat will grant your wish.”

He raised his right hand.

Clenched his fingers in the air.

The space around Gao De solidified once more.

This time, it wasn't imprisonment.

It was crushing weight.

Space collapsed inward!

Gao De groaned, blood flowing from his seven orifices!

His bones creaked and groaned!

In the next second, he would be crushed into meat paste!

Just at this moment—

“Enough.”

A clear, resonant voice descended from the Nine Heavens above.

The voice wasn't loud.

But it caused the entire Gui Xu Eye to instantly freeze.

It wasn't a freezing of space.

It was time.

It was Karma.

It was everything.

The Cult Master's pupils shrank abruptly!

He jerked his head up!

Above the Nine Heavens, a white shadow slowly descended.

It was a white, dog-like exotic beast with wings of green spiritual light.

He stepped on the void with his four paws, and with every step he took, a lotus flower bloomed in the void.

Bai Ze.

Fifth Grade.

The Cult Master's expression changed drastically!

“Bai Ze—this is a matter of my Heavenly Demon Cult! What does it have to do with you?!”

Bai Ze did not look at him.

He only looked down, gazing at that dying figure in the cliff wall.

Gazing at that blood-stained object revealed from the torn robes—

The prison dragon talisman.

He looked for a long time.

Then, he raised his head.

He looked toward the Cult Master.

Looked toward that evil dragon phantom that was ninety-nine percent complete.

“Sinister Dragon,” he said indifferently, “back then, the Dragon Clan suppressed you here and left me here to keep watch.”

“Have you forgotten?”

The evil dragon phantom suddenly froze!

Those two clusters of eerie green flames shrank violently!

“It's you—!!!”

An extremely venomous roar exploded from deep within the phantom!

Bai Ze ignored it.

He simply raised his left claw.

And pressed down lightly.

Faint green light flashed from under his claw, like ripples spreading in water.

The Heavenly Demon Cult Master's face changed wildly!

He felt the black Qi around him—that power of the evil dragon he had just absorbed, which was enough to let him break through to the Fifth Grade—was frantically draining away!

“No—!!!”

He shrieked, desperately trying to grab onto those black Qi!

But he couldn't hold them.

Those black Qi were being drawn out of his body like flowing water, pouring back into the depths of the Gui Xu Eye!

The evil dragon phantom fell from ninety-nine percent—

Back to ninety percent!

Eighty percent!

Fifty percent!

Thirty percent!

“No—!!! This seat has waited for several thousand years—!!!”

The Cult Master roared frantically, the black mist around him exploding, yet he still could not stop the drain!

Finally—

The evil dragon phantom completely collapsed!

All the black Qi was forcibly pressed back into the deepest part of the Gui Xu Eye!

From within that abyss, an unwilling roar faintly echoed.

Followed by—

A deathly silence.

An eternal silence.

The Cult Master knelt in the void, his aura plummeting, falling back to half-step Fifth Grade.

He looked at Bai Ze, his eyes full of venomous hatred and fear.

“You... what on earth are you?!”

Bai Ze looked down at him.

In those ancient eyes, there was no sorrow or joy.

“A watcher,” he said.

“I've watched for tens of thousands of years.”

He paused.

“Perhaps I must keep watching.”

The Cult Master trembled all over.

Gao De, watching from the side, suddenly understood one thing.

Why Bai Ze had appeared after the Dragon Palace incident.

Why he had allowed the Mysterious Tortoise to act when he was being hunted by the Golden-Winged Great Peng.

Why he had descended personally at this moment.

It wasn't for any other reason.

It was because of the prison dragon talisman.

It was because of that dragon talisman obtained from the 'Prison' Hall, which suppressed an eternal secret.

It was because—

From the very beginning, from the moment he, this little flood dragon, stepped into the Dragon Palace Secret Passage, he had already been seen by 'it.'

The Cult Master jerked his head up!

“You—you did this on purpose?! All of this was your arrangement?”

Bai Ze did not answer.

He simply turned around.

And walked toward the cliff wall.

Toward that figure embedded in the rubble, whose consciousness was already blurred.

Spiritual light emanated from the pair of green dragon horns on his head, gently lifting that broken flood dragon body.

Gao De forced his eyes open, looking at Bai Ze who had saved him.

“...Bai Ze?” his voice was hoarse.

Bai Ze nodded slightly.

“Sleep,” he said.

Gao De wanted to say something, but only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

In his final shred of consciousness, he heard Bai Ze's whisper:

“You have watched for 'it' for so long.”

“It is time for 'it' to watch over you for once.”

What did that mean?

He didn't know, and he didn't need to know.

At this moment, he had already fallen into darkness.

---

At the edge of the Gui Xu Eye.

Bai Ze carried Gao De and stepped out of the void.

In the mist, Ao Xue struggled to crawl up, covered in blood, yet staring fixedly at that white figure.

“He...”

“He is still alive,” Bai Ze said.

Ao Xue let out a long breath and slumped to the ground.

Bai Ze looked into the distance.

There, a black shadow was fleeing in panic, desperately heading toward the direction of the Bewitching Ghost Swamp.

The Heavenly Demon Cult Master.

He had lost.

But he wasn't dead.

Bai Ze did not pursue; that was a target he left for Gao De to take revenge on in the future.

He looked down at Gao De floating beside him.

Looking at that blood-stained prison dragon talisman.

After a long time.

“Dragon Lord of Dongting,” he said softly, “the person you chose is not bad.”

After handing Gao De over to Ao Xue nearby, he turned and took a step out, disappearing into the horizon.

Only Ao Xue was left sitting on the ground, gazing at that departing white and green figure.

As well as that which still hung in mid-air within the grey-white mist—

The Gui Xu Eye.