315: Chapter 315 Invading the Dragon Palace, Lu Sheng: This Dragon King looks delicious!

The five-colored warship didn't hit the brakes.

It plunged recklessly into that thick, pitch-black domain of death.

There was no sound of impact.

It was more like a piece of scorching hot butter sliding into a bucket of freezing asphalt.

The Five Elements light curtain originally maintained by the protective formation was wiped out on a physical level the moment it touched that black fire, before it even had a chance to flicker. It didn't shatter; it vanished into thin air, along with the regular runes of that section, forcibly formatted by this deathly silence that had existed for ten thousand years.

The black fire poured in.

The temperature on the Deck didn't rise but dropped instead, as a bone-chilling cold sufficient to crack one's marrow surged from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads.

“The Formation Plate is shattered!”

The broken sword in Li Xiaoyao's hand bloomed into several sword flowers, attempting to deflect the approaching black fire. But this fire was incredibly wicked; his Sword Qi was devoured the moment it left his body, and the fire climbed up the sword, directly licking his forearm.

His sleeve vanished silently into nothingness.

Li Xiaoyao's thin arm was instantly covered in a layer of deathly gray, and his flesh withered at a visible rate, as if a hundred years of his Lifespan had been sucked away in an instant.

“Don't use spiritual power! This thing burns life!”

Dao Yi reacted the fastest, pulling back Luo Tianfei, who wanted to help. He frantically waved the Supreme Whisk in his hand, creating barriers to isolate their Aura and shield their group. His face was pale; a confrontation of laws at this level was not something they could interfere with at their current level.

“Burning life? I haven't lived long enough yet!”

Li Xiaoyao looked at his arm, which was quickly turning into withered wood, his eyes turning bloodshot. This wasn't a moat; this was clearly the King of Hell's corpse-refining furnace.

He was about to turn around and question if Lu Sheng had led them the wrong way, but the curses in his throat were stuck.

At the bow of the ship.

That man stood in the deepest part of the sea of fire.

The black robe he had just changed into was long gone, leaving his lean upper body bare, his muscle lines as smooth as if cast from dark gold divine iron. At this moment, the black fire that could instantly burn a Spirit King to ashes was clinging to him like a swarm of ants that hadn't eaten for eight hundred years.

Gnawing.

Burning.

Lu Sheng's skin was turning black and cracking, curling up like old tree bark to reveal the bright red muscle fibers beneath. Soon after, even the muscles were scorched dry, revealing bones with a metallic luster.

The scene was so tragic it was hard to look at directly.

Yet, strangely, there wasn't a hint of pain on the man's face.

Lu Sheng looked down at his hand, which was burned down to the bone, and instead clicked his tongue with some dissatisfaction.

“This fire is a bit astringent.”

He reached out with his other hand, tore off a piece of charred dead skin from his shoulder, and casually tossed it into his mouth to chew.

“And this taste... why does it all taste like dead people?”

Li Xiaoyao and Dao Yi watched, their scalps tingling with numbness.

Big brother, this is burning you! And you're freaking critiquing it?

Lu Sheng ignored the terror of the weaklings behind him. The Ancient Desolate Divine Body within him was undergoing an unprecedented riot. The energy levels of the heart of the true sea and the Abyssal Mother Worm he had swallowed earlier were too high; they were piled up in his body like a pot of undercooked rice, making him feel bloated and uncomfortable.

But this black fire was different.

It was pure destruction law, the best combustion improver.

“Just right.”

Lu Sheng grinned, and the half of his face burned down to the gums looked more hideous than an evil ghost.

“I ate too much just now and have a bit of indigestion. This fire... comes at just the right time.”

Boom—

Lu Sheng suddenly spread his arms, his chest heaving violently. Facing the sky full of black fire, he performed an action that defied biological instinct—

A deep breath.

Not to inhale oxygen.

But to feed.

“ancient desolate heaven swallowing furnace—for me... ignite!!!”

Since it's a buffet, why just graze on the outside?

If you're going to eat, you have to take the whole pot!

Whoosh—

With Lu Sheng as the center, the bow of the five-colored warship instantly collapsed into a gravitational singularity.

The black fire that was originally raging and trying to assimilate the warship into part of the deathly silence was suddenly seized by the throat by an invisible giant hand.

They stagnated.

Then, they began to flow backward frantically.

All thirty-six thousand pores on Lu Sheng's body opened at this moment, each pore turning into a greedy little mouth, crazily plundering all the Death Qi around him. The black fire flow formed a massive funnel, pouring arrogantly into his body through his mouth, nose, ears, and even his eye sockets.

“Gulp... gulp...”

That was the sound of high-concentration laws being forcibly compressed into his stomach.

“He... he's drinking the fire?!”

The Dragon Clan general tied to the mast had long since wet his pants, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

That was the Nirvana Death Fire!

That was a forbidden law that even a Dragon King would take a detour to avoid!

How many peerless experts who wanted to break into the Dragon Palace were buried here? The resentment and law fragments of those people would cause Qi Deviation in anyone who touched even a sliver of it.

This human... is drinking it like herbal tea?!

[Ding! High-concentration 'Nirvana Death Silence Law' detected!]

[ancient desolate heaven swallowing furnace is overclocking!]

[Neutralizing divine indigestion in the body...]

[Removing Impurities... Physical Body restructuring... Ancient Desolate Divine Body strength +0.5%... +1%...]

Inside Lu Sheng's body, it was like a nuclear fusion reactor at this moment.

Death fire collided with divinity; the abyss intertwined with Desolation.

The previously superficial, undigested energy was finally thoroughly integrated into his bones and blood under the calcination of this fire.

“Ugh—Refreshing!”

Lu Sheng let out a long howl toward the sky, a black-gold pillar of fire erupting from his throat and piercing directly through the sea of fire above.

The charred rotten meat and dead skin began to fall off in large chunks.

The newborn skin was no longer that dazzling dark gold, but an extremely restrained, deep black-gold that seemed capable of devouring light. Beneath every inch of skin flowed a divine power that made space tremble.

“Roar————!!”

Just as Lu Sheng was eating his fill, the surrounding Dead Silence Strait rioted.

The 'fire slaves' hidden deep within the flames seemed to be enraged by Lu Sheng's home-raiding style of eating. This was their graveyard, not this kid's canteen!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Hundreds of distorted black shadows, carrying the Spirit King pressure remaining from their lives, lunged from all directions.

Among them, several skeletons wearing tattered imperial robes emitted a suffocating imperial law, their hollow eye sockets burning with green ghost fire. Those were half-step Spirit Emperors who had fallen while trying to force their way into the Dragon Palace!

“It's the dead Emperors! Watch out!!”

Luo Tianfei screamed, the Dark Phoenix phantom behind her instinctively wanting to rush out to protect her master.

“Don't move.”

Lu Sheng didn't even look back.

He looked at the approaching vengeful spirits and ghosts with eyes as calm as if he were looking at a group of after-dinner desserts that had delivered themselves.

“I thought this fire was a bit plain, just drinking soup without anything to chew on.”

Lu Sheng raised his newborn, black-gold-cast hand toward the leading Emperor skeleton, spreading his five fingers and gently clenching them.

“Since you're here, let's add some... gristle to this barbecue.”

Buzz—!

Inside Lu Sheng, the Ancient Emperor's finger bone that had been dormant felt the provocation from fellow Emperors and trembled with extreme impatience.

Just once.

An Aura of an Emperor who dominated through the ages and viewed all living beings as straw dogs erupted from Lu Sheng's palm.

“Kneel.”

It wasn't a request.

It was a heavenly decree.

The several Emperor skeletons that were originally aggressive, their claws already within three meters of Lu Sheng, seemed to have their spines removed the moment that Aura erupted.

In their hollow eye sockets, the green ghost fire flickered violently, flashing with a hint of fear and... submission originating from their Soul Origin.

It was the instinct of an inferior seeing a True God.

Crack.

The skeletons all stopped mid-air, their kneecaps making explosive cracking sounds, and then... they knelt straight down in the Void Realm.

Facing Lu Sheng.

Or rather, facing the one inside him.

Prostrating themselves.

As for the ordinary Spirit King-level fire slaves behind them, they didn't even have the qualification to kneel; their Soul bodies collapsed directly under this imperial might, turning into a sky full of pure Soul Power light spots.

“This is your so-called moat?”

Lu Sheng withdrew his hand and looked at the few Emperor ghosts before him, who were as obedient as quails, and curled his lip in boredom.

He opened his mouth and took a sudden deep breath toward the skeletons.

“Slurp—”

Just like eating jelly.

The skeletons containing imperial laws, along with the black fire within a range of several thousand meters, turned into a thick black dragon and were swallowed into Lu Sheng's stomach in one gulp.

“Burp.”

Lu Sheng patted his now smooth belly and let out a burp that carried sparks.

Around the warship, within a thousand meters, it was completely clear.

Not even a single spark remained.

“Let's go.”

Lu Sheng turned around, pulled a brand-new black robe from his storage space, and put it on, covering those perfect lines that would make any Body Cultivator die of shame.

He glanced at the three people and one dragon who were completely petrified, his tone as casual as if he were strolling through his own back garden.

“The heat wasn't quite right; the meat wasn't cooked through, a bit raw.”

Lu Sheng pointed to the crystal canopy that was already faintly visible ahead, a green light like that of a hungry wolf flashing in his eyes.

“I hope the main course inside... can be a bit more durable.”

Li Xiaoyao looked at his withered arm, then at the glowing Lu Sheng, and could only curse in his heart:

Monster... They passed through the Dead Silence Strait.

The scene before them suddenly opened up.

It was no longer pitch-black seawater, nor was there that suffocating oppression.

Ahead, a massive crystal canopy forcibly held back billions of tons of seawater, isolating it.

Beneath the canopy was a continuous, magnificent underwater palace complex. Coral for walls, pearls for flooring—it was the height of luxury.

In the very center of the palace, a 'Sea-Settling Needle' that reached from the heavens to the earth was plunged into the ground, emitting a terrifying Divine Might that suppressed the four seas.

And coiled around that needle was a ten-thousand-meter-long green dragon.

It had its eyes closed, and with every breath, the airflow from its nostrils turned into two small tornadoes.

Deep Sea Dragon Palace.

The true Dragon King, Ao Guang.

Level 50, Peak Spirit King, half-step Spirit Emperor.

Sensing that the fires of the Dead Silence Strait had been extinguished, the sleeping dragon's eyelids flickered slightly and then slowly opened.

They were a pair of golden vertical pupils.

Majestic, cold, and aloof, carrying a divinity that viewed all things as mere ants.

“Who... dares to extinguish my sacred fire?”

The voice penetrated the crystal canopy, carrying a physical sound wave attack that shook the five-colored warship violently, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Lu Sheng stood at the bow, looking at the ten-thousand-meter dragon.

He smiled.

He smiled exceptionally brightly, even instinctively reaching up to wipe the corner of his mouth.

“Old Man Li.”

Lu Sheng didn't even look back, just stared intently at the plump muscle lines on the dragon's body and waved his hand.

“Stop dazing and get the pot ready.”

He pointed at the Dragon King, his eyes as fanatical as if he were looking at top-tier ingredients.

“This thing... is so damn fresh.”