Yan Zhaoge's control over his aura-qi was extremely precise as he opened a fist-sized hole on the ice pillar, not damaging the surrounding ice in the slightest.
However, from that hole, an extremely powerful qi and blood immediately emanated from within.
When praising a martial practitioner for having a strong qi and blood and a shocking physique, one would sometimes use the phrase, "Qi and blood majestic, resembling a dragon, resembling an elephant."
And what lay before Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu at this moment was a true dragon.
While it had long since died, with only its corpse remaining, that vigorous, vigorous qi and blood still emanated, shocking the surrounding area. Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu seemed as though they were facing a powerful, living lifeform.
It could be imagined how shocking its aura must have been when it had been alive.
However, while it was only a small hole, the sealing effect of the ice pillar instantly had a loophole, its effectiveness plummeting.
The scales of the dragon's body within the layer of ice actually seemed to move in unison.
Already dead, this dragon would not come back to life. However, the spirituality contained within had not dissipated for a long time, still unwilling to be bound.
Yan Zhaoge had long since been prepared for this. As the pillar of the Divine Palace suppressed down once more, the true dragon's body regained its calm once more.
Through the hole, white dragon scales that flickered with a faint golden radiance could be seen, emitting layers of white qi.
This was an ice dragon. While it was dead, cold qi was still emanating from its body unceasingly, piercing to the bone.
Yan Zhaoge extended his index finger, aura-qi condensing at his fingertip, gradually transforming into a streak of light which extended within the hole, resembling a long, thin sword of light.
The sword of light extended unceasingly, coming into contact with the corpse of the ice dragon.
Ah Hu looked curiously at Yan Zhaoge.
Even though it was already a corpse, the sturdiness of a dragon's body was still indisputable, especially since this was a complete corpse of an ice dragon. There were no wounds or openings on its exterior as it was a complete, complete and flawless body.
Under such circumstances, wanting to break through the defences of the dragon scales with external force would undoubtedly be an extremely difficult thing. The defensive power of dragon scales was not to be trifled with.
Ah Hu felt that even with a sharp, low-grade spirit artifact in hand, he would not be able to break through the skin and flesh of this dragon's body.
However, Yan Zhaoge often did things that others could not, causing Ah Hu to still have confidence in his Young Master.
Yan Zhaoge focused, the sword of light at his fingertips unceasingly extending forward until it came into contact with the corpse of the ice dragon.
He did not use the light sword to brutally attack the dragon's body. The moment the light sword came into contact with the dragon's scales, it softened and seeped into the dragon's body like water.
The luster attached to the Ice Dragon's corpse and circulated continuously.
As if stimulated, the dragon's body, which had already calmed down under the suppression of the Divine Palace's pillars, began to tremble again.
Gazing at all this, Yan Zhaoge's extended index finger trembled unceasingly with a unique, yet strange rhythm.
As his index finger trembled, the stream of light extending from his fingertip also trembled continuously, attempting to fuse with the aura of the ice dragon's remains.
Gradually, the radiance of the stream of light at Yan Zhaoge's fingertip dimmed, becoming no longer so dazzling, instead appearing blurry and indistinct, completely chaotic.
Following this change, the Ice Dragon's slough gradually became quiet again.
In the stream of light, one could vaguely see a faint ice-blue liquid seeping out of the dragon scales and merging into the stream of light.
A blazing hot qi and blood emanated, but it caused Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu to feel a bone-piercing cold.
This originally extremely contradictory phenomenon appeared at this moment, yet it did not seem too sudden at all. Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu both had expressions on their faces as if this was only natural.
Looking at that ice-blue blood that had merged into the stream of light, Ah Hu was slightly dazed as he opened his mouth wide, "Young Master, this is dragon's blood ah, pure dragon's blood. This is still the first time I've seen it in my life."
While the ice dragon had already been dead for who knew how many years, its flesh and blood had still not decayed, still containing a flourishing spiritual qi within.
As Ah Hu had said, true dragons could not be seen in the current Eight Extremities World, only scaly dragons and hornless dragons at most.
Even if they could find the corpse of a true dragon, it would only be its skeleton at most, with many of its skeletons not even being complete, incomplete.
Therefore, such pure dragon blood was truly rare to the extreme. Other than the founder of the Water Domain's Jade Sea City, who had once obtained a complete corpse of a water dragon, the others at most only had great fortune filling the heavens, having discovered containers containing a small amount of dragon blood left behind in the remains of some pre-Great Calamity times.
However, such good fortune was truly as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Under the heavens, most people, even many Martial Grandmasters and Martial Saints included, might not even have personally seen true dragon blood in their entire lives.
Through the stream of light that extended out from his fingertip, Yan Zhaoge guided the dragon blood out.
As the ice-blue blood came into contact with Yan Zhaoge's finger, Yan Zhaoge's finger also involuntarily trembled slightly, feeling an icy coldness as his fingertip momentarily went numb.
Yan Zhaoge sucked in a deep breath, his face gradually turning red.
After a short while, a layer of green qi vaguely emanated, the two colours alternating unceasingly, circulating endlessly.
The mass of qi within his body that resembled chaos now changed its form, separating into ice and fire, intermingling whilst also opposing each other.
With this as the foundation, it opposed the icy cold yet blazing hot dragon blood.
The ice-blue blood extended unceasingly, beginning to envelop Yan Zhaoge's finger before continuing to extend upwards, rolling on Yan Zhaoge's palm and even his arm.
The acupoints of Yan Zhaoge's body pulsed, resembling breathing as they unceasingly absorbed the dragon blood within his body, transforming it into refined qi which he then refined and absorbed.
Above his head, a roiling pillar of qi surged, condensed and not dissipating as it resembled smoke.
Ah Hu stood guard by Yan Zhaoge's side, at the same time vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding situation.
After a long time, Yan Zhaoge ceased his cultivation, the steam that seemed to boil above his head gradually dissipating as the alternating red and green colour on his face also faded, his entire person regaining his original appearance.
Within his eyes, a radiance was bright as it had never been before, but it was gone in a flash, very quickly becoming gentle once more, also even more restrained than before.
The only abnormal thing was that Yan Zhaoge's hand was still flickering with a faint blue light at this moment.
Ah Hu looked at Yan Zhaoge, "Young Master, your hand?"
Yan Zhaoge laughed, "It's fine, the essence of the dragon blood still hasn't been completely refined; some time is needed, that's all. Other than the external appearance, it doesn't affect anything else."
"You come and try it too."
Saying thus, Yan Zhaoge continued extracting the essence of the dragon blood from the corpse of the ice dragon, not refining it himself, instead transferring it to Ah Hu.
Ah Hu clicked his tongue in wonder, not changing his carefree nature as he began attempting to refine the essence of the dragon blood after absorbing it.
In the end, he had taken too big a step, the martial arts he cultivated in also not being as all-encompassing as Yan Zhaoge's Peerless Heavenly Scripture. In the end, Ah Hu's entire body was enveloped by the dragon blood, illuminated by a blue light.
Although he had gradually refined and absorbed most of the essence of the dragon blood, not causing any other negative effects, Ah Hu was still directly stunned.
Looking at him, the corners of Yan Zhaoge's mouth twitched slightly, "… Luckily, it's not green."
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