691: Chapter 691 The Palace of the Whale Shakes

Cultivation reaching the level of Old Ancestor Hehuan, if his Physical Body were left unprocessed after death, it would be enough to transform a sea area into a spiritual land, nurturing various Heaven And Earth Treasure, sustaining it for hundreds or thousands of years.

However, Liu Xuan would certainly not be so wasteful. This was pure Essence Blood of the Late-stage Spirit Transformation Realm, and it also contained the nurtured Pure Yang Law; to him, it was a top-tier treasure that was extremely suitable.

The battle ended, and the Black and Gold True Dragon body rapidly shrank, finally retracting entirely back into Liu Xuan's body.

He waved his hand, gathering and condensing the pool of Essence Blood left behind by Old Ancestor Hehuan. As the Essence Blood aggregated, the temperature rose higher and higher, and the color became increasingly bright.

"Hum~"

When the Essence Blood condensed to the size of a soccer ball, a layer of golden flame ignited, the scorching high temperature causing the air to ripple.

Liu Xuan used his magic power to levitate the Essence Blood sphere in front of him, discovering that just holding this thing required consuming terrifying amounts of magic power. If he were to swallow it in one gulp, it would likely burst his body.

Putting it in a spatial ring wouldn't work either. With such massive blood energy and Pure Yang Law spiritual material, the spatial ring would likely be burned through in less than two days.

Fortunately, Liu Xuan had the fifth-grade top-tier spirit treasure genealogy space; otherwise, he could only use the power of the Yin-Yang Great Formation to suppress it first, then take it back to store it in the Immortal Artifact wither-thrive life-death cauldron.

A point of milky-white immortal light lit up between Liu Xuan's brows, and the spirit treasure genealogy appeared. The book flipped to a blank page, slowly dragging the Essence Blood sphere burning with golden flames into the genealogy.

After completing the storage, Liu Xuan carefully checked the state of the spirit treasure genealogy. Apart from the original milky-white spiritual light being tinged with a layer of golden flame halo, everything else was normal, with no signs of being burned.

"Husband, has Old Ancestor Hehuan really died just like that?!"

Jiang Xingwan held Liu Xuan's hand, her beautiful face still somewhat dazed even now. Even having witnessed Old Ancestor Hehuan's Divine Soul aura extinguished with her own eyes, she still found it hard to believe it was true.

Liu Xuan put away the spirit treasure genealogy and nodded slightly. "His Divine Soul is extinguished; unless he left behind a Divine Soul Clone, he is dead beyond death."

Actually, leaving a Divine Soul Clone wouldn't be useful either. If he had only been shattered in Divine Soul, it would be fine; the Clone could aggregate a portion of the Divine Soul fragments to linger on, recovering some strength and memories.

But Old Ancestor Hehuan was deprived of his entire Lifespan by the Black and White Life-Death Qi; it was an extinction at the Divine Soul level. Even if he had left a Divine Soul Clone, it would have suffered heavy damage and would be impossible to recover.

Jiang Xingwan nodded silently, looking at the remaining Black and White Life-Death Qi in the surroundings, shrinking her body in some fear.

"Don't be afraid!"

Liu Xuan comforted Jiang Xingwan, then opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing the remaining Black and White Life-Death Qi, as well as the surrounding residual blood energy, into his body.

"Old Ancestor Hehuan is truly poor! He didn't even have a spatial ring. I don't know how he managed all these years."

Liu Xuan checked carefully for a long time, but apart from finding traces of burning in the Essence Blood that Old Ancestor Hehuan had turned into, he found nothing else.

Liu Xuan guessed that in order to fuse with this Long Whale Yao body, Old Ancestor Hehuan had fused all his life savings, including all his Magic Treasures, leaving only some ordinary spiritual items in his spatial ring, which were then incinerated by the massive Pure Yang Law and blood energy after his death.

Liu Xuan looked up at the gray-black sky. At this moment, purple lightning was still flickering in and out of existence. The previous battle had caused the Heavenly Dao Laws of the entire Yin-Yang Great Island to fall into disorder, and it would likely take at least a month to recover.

The entire Yin-Yang Archipelago was even more affected; wanting to return to normal would take years.

Just as he wanted to control the Yin-Yang Great Formation to stabilize the surrounding environment, Liu Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain and dizziness in his Divine Soul. As Jiang Xingwan's Divine Soul magic power withdrew from his body, the backlash from overusing his Divine Soul struck like a tidal wave.

"Hiss~"

Liu Xuan collapsed into Jiang Xingwan's arms, most of his Divine Sense sinking into his Sea of Consciousness to rest, leaving only a sliver of consciousness to monitor the outside world.

"Husband!"

Jiang Xingwan supported Liu Xuan, her expression quite nervous.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired. I need to rest for a while." Liu Xuan waved his hand and said.

Jiang Xingwan breathed a sigh of relief. She scanned the surroundings, called Red Dust Daoist Lord Su Qingyan and Hehuan Daoist Lord Cui Siya over, and instructed them to handle the post-war recovery of the Yin-Yang Great Island, while she herself took the weak Liu Xuan to the Xuanyin Pavilion.

Caixuan Daoist Lord Song Yurao seized the opportunity to run away. Jiang Xingwan needed to stabilize her own Realm, and Liu Xuan had fallen into a weakened state, so she couldn't be bothered to manage her.

...

One hour ago.

The moment Old Ancestor Hehuan's Divine Soul was extinguished, in a vast underwater palace deep in the East Sea, a burly white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes, his expression shifting uncertainly. "Huateng, died??"

"Hum~"

"Hum~"

Two burly men suddenly appeared in the empty great hall. One did not speak, only quietly watching the old man above. The other roared in shock: "Clan Chief, Brother Huateng's Divine Soul aura seems to have disappeared. He wouldn't have died in the Joyous Union Sect, would he?"

The white-haired old man was silent for a long time, then slowly shook his head. "I am not too sure either, but the soul lamp he left in the ancestral temple extinguished just now."

"The soul lamp extinguished!"

"Doesn't that mean he's dead?"

"Didn't he say he was going to take back the Joyous Union Sect? How could he die?!!"

The burly man's tone was somewhat agitated, and the entire great hall vibrated slightly as he spoke.

The other burly man, who had a more steady personality, looked at the old man. "Brother Huateng's Divine Ability was invincible, his strength only second to the Clan Chief's. How could he possibly die?"

"Could it be that he used some means to cut off the connection to the soul lamp?"

The white-haired old man, as the Clan Chief of the Long Whale Clan, shook his head again. "You all know Huateng's situation. The connection to the soul lamp he left behind cannot be cut off. He must truly be dead."

The great hall instantly fell into silence. They certainly understood Old Ancestor Hehuan's situation.

Back then, because of a flaw in his Sect's Legacy, Old Ancestor Hehuan had actively sought out the Long Whale Palace and signed a series of Divine Soul contracts with the previous generation's Clan Chief, obtaining the ability to change his Bloodline to that of the Long Whale Clan and receiving the Yao Race Cultivation Technique Legacy left by the Long Whale Yao Immortal.

Since then, Old Ancestor Hehuan inherited the Legacy of the previous Clan Chief and renamed himself Yao Saint Huateng. He bore the Bloodline and Divine Soul imprint of the previous generation of the Long Whale Clan and could never cut off the connection with the Long Whale Clan's Sect, unless he truly died.

But how could Old Ancestor Hehuan die? How could it be possible for him to die?!!

Since ancient times, apart from the war period that swept across a region and shattered the rules of Heavenly Dao, there had never been an instance of a Late-stage Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator or a Yao Race Great Saint being killed by someone.

Even in battles of the level of the Western Desert war, only one Yao Saint died in the end.

Old Ancestor Hehuan had only returned to the Joyous Union Sect. Although the battle commotion was huge, it was far from reaching the level of killing a Late-stage Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator.

Moreover, Old Ancestor Hehuan was not someone who had just advanced to Late-stage Spirit Transformation, but one of the top combat powers in the world, about to reach the Peak.

Such an existence, even in a war that swept the world, might not necessarily die, yet he suddenly died inexplicably in the Joyous Union Sect. No matter how one thought about it, it was abnormal.

"If Huateng was truly killed, there is only one person capable of such means!"

The white-haired Old Ancestor did not say it directly, but the two Great Saints below understood that the only one with such means was—the Master of the Dao Court.