Chapter 1315
The Divine Water of Yi Wood: Today's Storm
Upon hearing this, the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon shuddered, broke out in a cold sweat, and trembled even more violently.
Ye Yang's words hit the nail on the head, striking at its sore spot.
It also knew that with its own aptitude and foundation, attempting to break through the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm with the help of the Yi Wood Divine Water was a pipe dream.
But it was unwilling to accept this, yearning to control its own destiny and to become the strongest being at the pinnacle of the mortal realm.
That's why it endured for three hundred years, collecting the divine water of Yi Wood here, hoping to make a final stand.
But in front of Ye Yang, it didn't even have the courage to defend itself. It could only lower its head, tremble, and keep muttering to itself.
"Your teachings are correct, senior. I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to harbor such delusions again..."
Ye Yang stopped scolding it and instead focused his gaze on the huge jade bottle.
Looking at the jade bottle, which was already more than half full of Yi Wood Divine Water, he secretly calculated in his heart. The amount of this Yi Wood Divine Water was more than enough for him to refine several batches of Thunder Yang Treasure Pills.
With this divine water of the Yi Wood, he will soon be able to break through his current bottleneck and improve his cultivation.
"Well, you've done me a great favor."
Ye Yang spoke calmly, his tone softening slightly. Then, with a wave of his hand, a flash of spiritual light appeared, and the jade bottle filled with the Divine Water of the Wood element instantly broke free from the magic array's restraints.
It transformed into a green light and flew into his storage bag, where he carefully stored it away.
The Crimson Scaled Dragon watched helplessly as Ye Yang easily snatched away the Divine Water of Yi Wood that it had painstakingly collected over three hundred years, its heart filled with resentment.
But he didn't dare to utter a single word of objection. He could only lower his head, trembling, afraid of displeasing Ye Yang and causing him to kill it.
Ye Yang glanced at the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon.
"You have guarded the sea eye for many years, set up a great formation, and helped me collect the Yi Wood Divine Water. You have done a good job. I just happen to be using this Yi Wood Divine Water to start a furnace to refine a precious pill. I will give you one when the time comes. It may be able to help you break through to the Refinement Void Realm."
As Ye Yang finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a faintly glowing pill landed on the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon.
The Crimson Scaled Dragon paused for a moment, then slowly raised its head.
It seemed he had heard something incredible: this senior hadn't killed him immediately, and had even made a promise.
"Thank you so much, senior!"
"This junior will forever remember your great kindness and virtue, and will dedicate myself to cultivation in the future, never daring to indulge in wishful thinking again!"
Ye Yang's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't say another word. With a flick of his finger, an ancient black iron token appeared out of thin air.
The token is entirely black, with the five large characters "Feitianmen Ye Yang" engraved on it in gold.
The handwriting is sharp and carries an air of killing intent.
The token landed lightly in front of the Crimson Scaled Dragon. Ye Yang's figure flashed, transforming into a dazzling sword light that broke through the barriers of seawater and blood mist, speeding towards the sky above the Fallen Dragon Sea.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the vast black fog.
A voice came from behind.
"Three years later, you will take this token to the Flying Heaven Gate to collect the precious pill."
The Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon tremblingly stretched out its claws and picked up the black iron token. When it saw the words on the token, the entire dragon froze.
"Fei... Ye Yang of the Flying Heaven Sect?!"
Its voice was hoarse and its whole body was trembling.
"Could it be... that this senior is the legendary Ye Daozu of the Flying Heaven Sect?!"
Legend has it that this Daozu Ye has practiced swordsmanship since childhood, is unparalleled in killing, has a cold temperament, and never shows mercy when he strikes.
He single-handedly wiped out the demon clan's lair, killing countless demon primordial spirits and Void Refinement experts. Even when he was at the Void Refinement realm, he dared to draw his sword against the Thunder Tribulation Dao Ancestor, making him a notorious killer.
Every demon cultivator who has heard of his name is filled with fear.
He had just assumed that Ye Yang was an unknown Tribulation Realm expert.
Despite feeling awe, they didn't think of Ye Daozu as the culprit.
After all, the legend of that killer star was too terrifying.
He never imagined that one day he would see it with his own eyes, and even receive the other party's elixir and promise.
The Crimson Scaled Dragon gripped the token tightly in its hand, its heart filled with shock and fear, and cold sweat had already soaked through its scales.
He couldn't help but feel a wave of fear when he thought about how he had dared to attack Ye Daozu just now.
If Ye Daozu had intended to kill him just now, he probably wouldn't even be left with ashes.
But after the initial fear came an overwhelming sense of elation.
He suddenly realized what was happening.
This Daozu Ye is not only unparalleled in killing, but also proficient in the art of water elixir making. It is said that the elixirs he refines have miraculous effects.
Even a common breakthrough pill is several times stronger than ordinary pills, and countless cultivators would do anything to obtain one.
Although he had given away the Yi Wood Divine Water that he had painstakingly collected over three hundred years, he received a promise from Daozu Ye in return, and also obtained a token bearing his name.
With this token, almost no one in the East China Sea will dare to provoke him easily from now on.
More importantly, Ye Daozu is proficient in the art of water elixir. With his help in refining precious pills, he might actually be able to help me break through to the Void Refinement Realm.
"This junior will certainly live up to the Dao Ancestor's expectations, dedicate myself to cultivation, and protect this sea eye. I will definitely visit the Flying Heaven Sect in three years!"
The Crimson Scaled Dragon held the black iron token in both hands, knelt on the seabed, and looked in the direction Ye Yang had gone, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
The sword light vanished into the depths of the blood mist in the blink of an eye, its speed astonishing.
It took a deep breath and carefully put the token into its pocket.
He turned around, preparing to redeploy the spirit-gathering array to protect this sea eye.
Although the Yi Wood Divine Water has been taken away by Ye Daozu, the spiritual spring is still slowly gushing out from the sea eye.
If we wait another hundred years, we can still accumulate enough divine water.
"Three years... In just three years, I will be able to obtain the precious pill personally refined by Daozu Ye..."
The Crimson Scaled Dragon muttered to itself, a hint of longing and anticipation flashing in its eyes.
Just as it was about to restart the magic array, suddenly, the surrounding blood mist seemed to come alive and began to churn violently.
An extremely cold and murderous aura swept in from all directions.
"Who goes there?!"
The Crimson Scaled Dragon suddenly raised its head, its pupils contracting sharply.
A massive black shadow slowly emerged from the blood mist.
The dark figure was initially indistinct, but in the blink of an eye, it revealed its true form.
It was a demonic dragon that was hundreds of feet long!
The dragon was pitch black, with menacing scales, each scale engraved with eerie runes, emanating a chilling demonic aura.
Its eyes were blood-red, and its vertical pupils gleamed with a savage and greedy light.
"Nine...Nine Netherworld Demon Lord?!"
The Crimson Scaled Dragon's face turned deathly pale, and its voice trembled.
It never expected that the legendary Nine Netherworld Demon Lord, who had long since perished, would be involved.
They're still alive, and they're hiding deep within the Fallen Dragon Sea!
"Heh... Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon, I have secretly protected you for three hundred years, allowing you to collect the Divine Water of Yi Wood in peace. And yet, you actually handed the Divine Water over to someone else?"
The Nine Nether Demon Lord's voice was low and hoarse, like a murmur from the Nine Nether Hells, every word carrying a chilling killing intent.
"Demon...Demon Lord, spare me! This junior did not know you were here..."
The Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon trembled all over, and just as it was about to explain, the Nine Nether Demon Lord did not give it a chance at all.
"Spare my life? I spent three hundred years of my life for the Yi Wood Divine Water to break through my cultivation realm, and now that it has been taken away, you still dare to dream of living?"
"Otherwise, do you think you could stay here safely for three hundred years and extract the Divine Water of Yi Wood?" Before he finished speaking, the Nine Nether Demon Lord suddenly stretched out his giant claw and grabbed the body of the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon.
"no, do not want……"
The Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon let out a shrill scream, struggling desperately as its demonic energy surged wildly, trying to break free of its restraints.
However, in front of the Nine Nether Demon Lord, its proud late-stage primordial spirit cultivation was as fragile as paper.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones shattering could be heard clearly.
The Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon's body was crushed alive by the Nine Nether Demon Lord, and its blood gushed out like a spring, staining the surrounding seawater red.
"what!"
After a piercing scream.
Just as the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon's primordial spirit was about to escape, it was swallowed whole by the Nine Nether Demon Lord.
The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the seawater.
The Crimson Scaled Dragon's massive body was instantly shattered by the demonic hand, its crimson scales scattering everywhere, and its blood staining the surrounding seawater red.
Before it could even scream, its primordial spirit was instantly imprisoned by demonic energy.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction force emanated from within the Nine Nether Demon Lord's body.
The shattered bones, flowing blood, and imprisoned primordial spirit of the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon were all drawn by this suction force, continuously surging into the body of the Nine Nether Demon Lord.
The Nine Nether Demon Lord closed his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face, and his hoarse voice slowly rang out.
"After three hundred years of nourishment, your essence and spirit are even more refined than I expected. It can be said that my three hundred years of effort have not been in vain."
"Unfortunately, you were too foolish to betray me. Only by becoming nourishment for me can you make the last bit of value you have."
Moments later, the corpse, essence, blood, and primordial spirit of the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon were completely refined by the Nine Nether Demon Lord, leaving not a trace behind.
After refining the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon, the Nine Nether Demon Lord's aura intensified, and a violent light flashed in his scarlet eyes.
"How dare you, a mere ant in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, bark so arrogantly before me?"
The Nine Nether Demon Lord snorted coldly, his scarlet vertical pupils sweeping over the spirit-gathering array on the seabed and the black iron token dropped by the Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon.
"Ye Yang of the Flying Heaven Gate..."
It slowly read the words on the token, its eyes filled with even more murderous intent.
"So it was that murderous star who stole my Yi Wood Divine Water... Good, very good! The hatred for those who obstruct my path is irreconcilable!"
The Nine Nether Demon Lord roared to the sky, his voice shaking the surrounding area and causing the blood mist to churn violently.
Countless dragon souls and vengeful spirits were terrified by this killing intent and scattered in all directions, not daring to utter even a mournful cry.
"I will surely take your life!"
The words fell.
The massive body of the Nine Nether Demon Lord suddenly soared into the air, breaking through layers of blood mist and seawater, and sped off in the direction Ye Yang had left.
Its hundreds-of-foot-long dragon body swept across the sea, stirring up towering waves. Wherever it passed, the seawater surged back, forming a huge chasm.
At this time, Ye Yang had already traveled hundreds of miles away from Yunlong Sea.
He stepped into the light of the sword, feeling quite pleased.
The trip went much more smoothly than he had imagined.
Not only did they successfully obtain the Yi Wood Divine Water, but they also saved themselves the trouble of setting up an array to collect it, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.
"With this Yi Wood Divine Water, I can begin refining the Thunder Yang Treasure Pill. If I succeed, my cultivation will surely advance even further..."
Ye Yang was planning his next move.
Suddenly, his divine sense detected a powerful surge of demonic energy coming from behind him.
He frowned, stopped, and turned to look.
On the distant sea, a massive black shadow was seen chasing after him at an astonishing speed.
Wherever the dark shadow passed, the seawater churned, and a malevolent aura soared into the sky, vaguely revealing the outline of a demonic dragon.
"What a powerful aura!"
Ye Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly judged the cultivation level of the newcomer.
This demonic dragon possessed a powerful aura but had no physical form; it seemed to be formed from a soul and was cultivating within the furnace of the Ghost Immortal lineage.
This method does not cultivate the physical body, but only the spirit and soul.
Although there are many difficulties, in the end, all paths lead to the same goal. After passing through the nine tribulations of lightning, one can generate pure yang energy and ascend to the Great Dao again.
The dragon before me, though exuding overwhelming yin energy, also possessed a trace of pure yang light within it.
Clearly, it has survived the tribulation of lightning and has generated a bit of yang energy.
The Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword has just been repaired.
He was just worried about not having a chance to test its power when this reckless dragon delivered itself right to his doorstep.
In the blink of an eye, the Nine Nether Demon Lord caught up to Ye Yang within a hundred feet.
"Outsider, hand over the Yi Wood Divine Water, and I'll spare your life!"
The Nine Nether Demon Lord's enormous dragon body hovered in mid-air.
His scarlet vertical pupils stared intently at Ye Yang, his voice booming like thunder.
Ye Yang glanced at it indifferently: "You?"
"court death!"
The Nine Nether Demon Lord was furious. He had roamed the East Sea for thousands of years, and even though he had died and become a ghost, he had never been so despised.
"Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Roar!"
The Nine Nether Demon Lord let out a mournful dragon roar.
The dragon's roar was filled with violence and killing intent, echoing throughout the entire Fallen Dragon Sea.
Immediately afterwards, he swung his hundreds-of-feet-long jet-black dragon body, transforming into a black lightning bolt that broke through the barriers of seawater and blood mist, speeding off in the direction Ye Yang had left.
Its speed was in no way inferior to Ye Yang's sword light.
As he sped along, the Nine Nether Demon Lord opened his mouth and spat out a jet-black weapon, which flew out and hovered above his head.
The weapon was entirely black, resembling a halberd, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.
The surroundings were filled with ghostly flames from the Netherworld.
"You scoundrel, prepare to die!"
The roar of the Nine Nether Demon Lord.
The demonic weapon instantly erupted with dense demonic fire, transforming into countless jet-black blades of energy that sped forward, locking onto Ye Yang's aura.
No matter where Ye Yang fled, he could not escape this lock.
However, Ye Yang simply waved his hand casually.
A dazzling sword light ripped through the sky, instantly cleaving the ball of demonic fire in two, turning it into specks of black light that dissipated.
"what?!"
The Nine Nether Demon Lord's pupils constricted sharply, his heart filled with shock. (End of Chapter)