Chapter 611: Seize the Day

Chapter 611: Seize the Day

In the Northern Flood, a place where immortals reside.

A robust and coiled Dragon Pillar, about ten zhang tall, had a dark golden incarnation with its head bowed.

At the center of its chest, a crimson wooden wedge was deeply embedded, causing its sturdy and broad chest to appear slightly shrunken and withered. Dark golden liquid oozed out, flowing along the muscles and veins, wetting the talismans and ropes on its body.

"Hmm..."

This towering golden body, a prison guard, exhaled weakly. Its eyes, like liquid gold, stared blankly at the ground, devoid of their former dominance, leaving only endless numbness and struggle.

"Open your mouth and take this pill."

A rough and dark black dragon claw pressed on its left shoulder, forcing it against the pillar. As the golden body was compelled to lift its head, the black dragon shoved a radiant pill directly into its mouth.

The golden body slumped against the pillar, feeling the potent medicine's power spreading through its body. It silently stared at the black dragon before it.

The fact that this pill could affect a body formed by faith, meant it was not an ordinary treasure refined from heaven and earth.

"What are you looking at? This kind of immortal pill is rarely seen even by me. Using it on you is truly a waste."

Qi Tianchuan's eyes showed disdain as he clutched the golden body's head with his claw, forcing it down.

This small cultivator, relying on heavenly pills, could barely compare to those who had merged with the Dao. If not for his crooked path, deceiving the immortal court, he would never have the qualification to face himself directly in this lifetime.

"Qi, be careful and don't involve me."

An elderly man in a yellow robe frowned at the black dragon and focused on repairing the cracks on the golden body caused by the unbearable seal.

Even if it was just immortal food, it was not something they could easily insult.

Wasting food was a major taboo.

"I just think it's a pity."

Qi Tianchuan sniffed the remaining pill fragrance on his claws, and clicked his tongue. Such a sweet and enchanting aroma was intoxicating.

Just then, a calm and unhurried footsteps approached from behind.

Both of them paused and turned around, bowing humbly, "Your task is complete. With enough immortal pills and diligent healing, it can survive for another ten million years under this seal."

"Ten million years?"

The white robe fluttered slightly as the newcomer emerged from the light.

Perhaps all living beings would think that Hongze Great Immortal was an immortal with an ethereal aura, at least middle-aged.

In reality, he looked very young, slightly thin, and even in this ethereal aura-filled garment, he exuded a hint of meanness.

Hongze Great Immortal smiled and looked at the figure on the pillar, "Ten million years is enough, my friend."

For beings like them, ten million years was just a moment, a brief rest, or even a rare celestial journey.

In such a short time, he could obtain merits that even made him yearn.

This was fate's way of helping him return to the immortal court.

"Leave."

Hongze Great Immortal gently waved them away and slowly walked towards the golden body, rising slowly as his robe fluttered.

Their eyes met.

In the golden body's numb eyes, a deep fear suddenly appeared.

Qinghua, in her heart, chanted her master's name, but she couldn't stop the slight trembling of the golden body's incarnation. It was as if she knew what was about to happen, and she curled up deep within the incarnation, clenching her teeth tightly.

The next moment, Hongze Great Immortal extended his index finger and slowly pointed towards the void.

"Roar!!"

At the same time, the robust golden body clenched its fists, and golden light surged from its body, slowly being stripped away and absorbed into the immortal's fingertip.

Its muscles tensed, veins bulging, and its palms trembled wildly.

The merits it had earned in heaven were slowly being taken away by others.

Within this majestic golden body.

The handsome and slender Yin spirit, dressed in snow-white robes, seemed to have been struck by lightning. It extended its right palm, trying to hold onto these merits, but its fingers grasped at nothing.

"My master—"

The young-looking Yin spirit's lips trembled.

What truly made Qinghua feel despair was not the pain that swept through her body.

As the one who controlled the Yin spirit and managed the golden body, she could only watch helplessly as what belonged to Shen Yi was taken away, unable to protect it.

"Who are you calling?"

Hongze Great Immortal looked down at the golden body, finding the other's muttering amusing, "Are you praying to the immortals? Have you forgotten that I am an immortal?"

His voice echoed in the hall, carrying a despairing pressure.

Below the immortals, all beings were like grass.

"..."

The white-robed Yin spirit's trembling fingers gradually calmed, and its eyes, once filled with pain and struggle, became as still as a tranquil pond.

It clenched its palm.

Feeling the pain in its body, the youth remained silent for a long time, then lifted the corners of its lips, revealing a cruel smile.

"Hmm?"

Hongze Great Immortal nodded slightly and frowned.

Then, he saw the previously numb golden body slowly lifting its head. The struggling liquid gold eyes were now clear.

Without any emotion, it silently stared at him.

Hongze Great Immortal felt a sense of offense and anger, but he showed the magnanimity of an immortal, "Look all you want, you only have ten million years left anyway."

The prison guard golden body watched as the merits entered the immortal's fingertip.

It shifted its gaze to the immortal's face, as if wanting to remember it. Finally, it opened its mouth, and its deep voice echoed through the hall.

"Ten million years is too long, I seize the day."

Upon hearing this, Hongze Immortal paused.

Then, as if hearing an absurd joke, he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

He casually waved his sleeve, collecting the merits, and with a breath, he obscured the hall's entrance, plunging it into darkness.

Hongze Great Immortal glanced outside the palace and said with a playful tone, "Friend, in front of this seat..."

But his voice suddenly turned somber, "Where can you still see the morning and night?"

However, the Golden Body Incarnation didn't respond.

It lowered its head again, relishing the lingering sensation of its body's painful convulsions, a torment that tore at its very soul, keeping it perpetually alert.

...

Western Flood, Mountain Movers Sect.

Shen Yi stood with closed eyes before a small mountain, his hands casually hanging by his sides, only his fingertips deeply embedded in his palms.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Jingxi sensed something amiss and gently supported him, immediately feeling how weak Shen Yi was beneath his rigid body.

Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the battle with the two Boundless Dao Emperor Sect Patriarchs wasn't as easy a victory as it appeared to others?

"I'm fine," Shen Yi opened his eyes and gently brushed away the hand on his shoulder.

Having experienced the Immortal's methods firsthand, although it was somewhat self-inflicted, it also gave him a clearer understanding of Hongze Great Immortal.

He lowered his head and murmured, "I need to hurry."

Ye Jiu and Qi Yan Sheng slowly approached from a distance. They didn't know what Shen Yi was planning, but they didn't want to let him face this alone.

Even if they were weaker, they could at least fart and create some wind, or set up a formation, which was better than doing nothing.

Watching him fight the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect alone earlier had been quite uncomfortable.

"When will we make our move?"

Ye Jiu drew out his radiant longsword. Last time, he couldn't pierce the dragon demon with the Universal Sword, but this time, it should be useful.

Hearing this, Shen Yi looked towards the water, gently massaged his wrist, and calmed his trembling fingers.

"Let's do it now."

...

Inside the Western Dragon Palace.

Qi Shengtao stared intently at the desk in front of him, writing with great fervor, "This is a matter of fratricidal slaughter among our own sect. I hope your esteemed sect will personally intervene and clean up this mess!"

The others in the hall dared not breathe.

Obviously, the fact that the two Boundless Dao Emperor Sect Patriarchs were slain even after invoking the Ancestral Tablet had greatly shocked the Dragon King.

If that person also knew how to summon the Ancestral Tablet, it meant they possessed the power to turn the Western Flood upside down. Even if the Dragon King himself intervened, it would be difficult to kill that person easily.

He had thought that the Demon Palace was the biggest trouble, but he never expected that in this seemingly peaceful land, there was such a monstrous existence!

Now that both threats had emerged, the Dragon Sons and Grandsons felt a sense of impending doom.

Bang!

Qi Shengtao finally put down his pen and carefully examined the three letters in front of him, addressed to the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect, the Yue Family, and the Northern Dragon Palace.

The first two were to request assistance in dealing with the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect's rebellious disciple, while the Northern Dragon Palace... After realizing the situation had changed, the Western Dragon King had abandoned his previous stance.

Nowadays, Hongze seemed to become even more bizarre.

Mysterious powerful figures appeared out of thin air, and who knew if they would stumble and fall into the hands of some unknown person in the next moment.

The Northern Dragon Palace, trusted by the Immortal, was tasked with guarding Hongze.

Even if those Underworld Mysterious Dragons had a big appetite, Qi Shengtao had to ask for their help. At least they were of the same dragon clan, and they also had to consider the Immortal, so they wouldn't dare to do something as evil as the Demon Palace.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, losing an arm was better than losing one's life.

"..."

Qi Shengtao suddenly paused, then laughed at himself.

So many strange things had happened that he had come up with such an absurd idea.

At this moment, he was above the Dragon Cavern, and only a few people in all of Hongze could kill him. Those three people restrained each other and were also watched by the Immortal, so they had no chance to act.

"Look at you, a bunch of cowards."

Qi Shengtao raised his head, his eyes turning fierce again, and slowly swept his gaze over the crowd below, "Pull yourselves together and don't let Prince Ziyang laugh at us."

Qi Zhaowen finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his father wave his hand and send out the three letters.

"During this time, we'll have to trouble Prince Ziyang."

With two Heaven Realm Perfected powerhouses of Hongze's fame stationed here, there was no need to panic.

"You're too kind."

Prince Ziyang sat behind the desk with his sister, sipping wine and casually waving his hand.

He glanced at the three letters flying out of the palace with just his peripheral vision, showing no emotion.

The moment his order was given, not a word would be able to leave the Western Flood, such was the confidence of the Eastern Dragon Palace Prince.

However, he wasn't sure if what he was doing had any meaning.

That young man who dared to speak of killing Immortals already had the heart for it, but in terms of strength, he wasn't sure if he could even defeat himself, let alone achieve his goal.

Forget about killing Immortals, even slaying this old dragon before him wasn't enough.

Tsk, should he help find a way to lure this old dragon out?

Should he give Shen Yi an opportunity? Thinking of this, Prince Ziyang put down his wine cup and shook his head helplessly.

He had been influenced by Shen's surname; with the Eastern Dragon Palace's current situation, how could they possibly get involved in such matters?

Let's take it slow and see how Shen Yi plans, and then observe some more.

As the Eastern Dragon Palace Prince, he wouldn't be led around by others' words.

"Father, don't worry."

Qi Zhaowen felt more at ease after receiving Prince Ziyang's affirmative response. He took this opportunity to show his difference from his brothers and said with a smile, "In fact, whether it's the Demon Palace or that rebellious disciple of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect, if they truly have the strength, why would they hide? They should have attacked the Dragon Palace long ago."

"In my humble opinion, we underestimated them before, which is why we were caught off guard and suffered losses. We should just stay in the Dragon Palace and wait for the Northern Flood's reinforcements. All worries will be resolved."

(End of Chapter)"If Qi Shengtao were to say such words, it would be a bit of a loss for the Dragon King's dignity."

Its gaze casually swept over this son, and although its expression didn't reveal any emotions, its heart finally felt a hint of satisfaction.

It didn't matter if his strength was insufficient; at least his vision and wit were still decent.

Qi Shengtao slowly leaned back on the treasure throne, brushing aside the topic, "The current situation is mysterious. Let's call your older brother back first to avoid any unexpected incidents. As for those wild and scattered demons, we'll take as many as we can, and leave the rest for the South to deal with."

"This son understands!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhaowen was overjoyed.

It hadn't been long since his older brother left, and the matters in the South couldn't have been resolved so quickly. At this time, calling him back meant that without the support of the Southern Dragon Palace and the demons led by Cold Mountain Ancestor, Zi Xian, that despicable woman, would be pushed out by the Dragon King, leaving Qi Zhaoyi with no qualifications to compete with him.

The Dragon King had already made up his mind! However, Qi Zhaowen's joy didn't last long.

Due to his impatience, he even used his essence blood and the Dragon Clan's secret method to contact his brother, also showing his concern for Qi Zhaoyi to his father: "Big brother, there's a change in the Western Flood. Please return quickly."

The next moment, the eyelids of the Second Prince of the Western Flood twitched slightly.

He looked up in a daze, gazing at Qi Shengtao on the treasure throne, "Father... it seems like big brother has already returned... he's right outside the Dragon Palace."

Everyone present had lived for so many years as demons, and they all knew why Qi Zhaowen's expression was so strange.

Qi Zhaoyi had been sent to the Northern Flood to handle matters, and he had only been gone for a short time. Without reporting back or giving prior notice, he didn't respond to the essence blood secret method's message, yet he quietly appeared outside the Dragon Palace?

No matter how you looked at it, this situation seemed strange.

Adding to the recent events in the Western Flood...

"Hmm."

Qi Shengtao slowly straightened his body, his expression indifferent. He lightly nodded, "Go and welcome your older brother. I want to know what exactly happened in the South."

He had already given this eldest son too many opportunities, even personally driving away the great demon on his behalf, outside of Zi Xian's sight, to gather a team of his own.

For such a small matter, the other party managed to make such a mess of it.

It was truly disappointing.

Of course, there was another possibility, but Qi Shengtao didn't believe that anyone would dare to walk boldly in front of him after doing such a thing.

"..."

The Purple Yang Prince and Zi Xian exchanged glances, sensing the dragon seal in their storage treasure. Their faces suddenly became strange.

A dead person couldn't possibly appear outside the hall.

The person Qi Zhaowen sensed could only be one person.

But... why is he here now?!

Everyone in the hall sensed Qi Shengtao's mood change, and the atmosphere instantly became deathly silent.

Qi Zhaowen didn't dare to say more. He bowed and then turned to rush out of the hall.

However, just as he reached the door, his entire body froze in place.

His eyes stared fixedly at the figure in front of him, at the black robe he had never seen before but had just heard about, at the fair and handsome face, and at the calm gaze the other party cast upon him...

Qi Zhaowen's pupils instantly dilated, his throat churning with a roar that reached the tip of his tongue but couldn't be uttered.

Boom! The black-robed youth took a light step, and his foot slammed into the dark heavy armor on Qi Zhaowen's abdomen.

There was no fluctuation in his aura, only a brief distortion of the surrounding space.

This Heaven Realm Intermediate-stage great demon was sent flying without any resistance, tumbling in the air for several circles. Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, he violently smashed into the long staircase, shattering it!

Even the treasure throne shook and tilted.

Qi Shengtao's body slightly bent forward, his palms tightly gripping the armrests. Beneath the swaying dragon crown, the ferocious dragon head stared at the scene below in anger.

Qi Zhaowen curled up like a large shrimp, lying amidst the shattered jade fragments, one hand covering his abdomen, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably. The other blood-stained palm desperately clung to the broken stairs.

He opened his mouth to say something, but only blood poured out.

He could only stare wide-eyed at his father, then struggled to crawl up the long staircase, wanting to reach his father's feet.

"Hmph... Hmph..."

A long boot casually landed on his back, stepping on his dragon spine, causing Qi Zhaowen's eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets. His entire body couldn't move an inch.

At some point, the black-robed youth had walked through the crowd and reached the bottom of the long staircase.

He nonchalantly stepped on Qi Zhaowen, then lifted his gaze to look at the Western Dragon King.

Behind the youth, three figures quietly entered the hall.

The wide golden silk white robe slightly fluttered, outlining the images of a clear moon, a celestial sword, and a spiritual mountain, causing everyone's eyelids to twitch simultaneously.

"You—"

Qi Shengtao's eyes reddened as he looked at the son he had just chosen as his heir, now being trampled underfoot.

His voice was hoarse, "Is he that Boundless Dao Emperor Sect's rebellious disciple?"

Perhaps they wouldn't have to wait for the Immortal Sect to clean up their own house, because at this moment, the killing intent in his heart had risen to an uncontrollable level.

"Blind your dog eyes!"

When Cailan Fuhai and Shi Lian Chang died, Qi Yan Sheng had already been suspicious. Now hearing these words, he took a step forward, his expression turning cold, "This is my eldest son, the leader of the Nanyang Sect."

Upon hearing this, even Qi Zhaowen stopped struggling, turning his head in a daze to look at the young man in front of him.

They had speculated countless identities of their enemy, but they had never imagined the answer would be so simple.

It was the Southern Seven Sects, the seven sects they had just tried to harm, that had been secluded in a remote corner. Now, they had returned and entered the Western Dragon Palace's grand hall with such dignity.

(End of Chapter

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