Yuanying was Yuanying, not to mention that the Patriarch of Heaven Abhorrence was a Yuanying that had undergone three Lightning Tribulations.
No matter how much he had calculated, he had missed out on Fang Xing. He did not expect that this brat would have so many trump cards and forcefully exhaust his Nascent Soul to death. He also did not expect that there would be a tyrannical existence from the Dragon Clan that completely disregarded the fate of his soul dissipating and charged into Fang Xing's sea of consciousness to perish together with him. However, before he died, his Nascent Soul exploded, and the chaotic soul power that was produced was still incomparably terrifying …
Almost in an instant, the Golden Dragon's Divine Soul that was closest to it almost dissipated into thin air, and it continued to rush outwards.
If this continued, even Fang Xing's sea of consciousness might collapse.
At this moment, Fang Xing's Divine Soul was also trembling in fear.
Seeing the Crimson Dragon's Divine Soul crumbling made his heart throb violently.
Without thinking, he let out a roar and sent out the Lotus Seal that was protecting his True Spirit. It turned into a crystal-clear light and flew into the forehead of the Golden Dragon's Divine Soul that was about to dissipate. The Lotus Seal was extremely magical. Even though it was about to shatter, it still had the ability to protect the Divine Soul from being destroyed. In an instant, it fixed the Golden Dragon's Divine Soul that was about to dissipate.
After that, Fang Xing's three-headed and six-armed Demon Spirit that was in the form of a Demon Spirit roared at the sky without any protection. Immediately, monstrous flames began to burn in all directions. The Samadhi True Fire that had already been completed seemed to have a spiritual flame. It burned from the bottom of the sea of consciousness, wrapping around the Patriarch of Heaven Abhorrence's violent Spirit Power and refining it.
"Hate … hate!"
"I've guarded for thousands of years, and this is what I get in return?"
"Damned Heavens, I lost not because of my combat strength, but because of my fate …"
Even though the Yuanying had been destroyed, Forefather Heaven Abhorrer's remaining fragments of spirituality were still being refined by the Samadhi True Fire. They roared with all their might, their anger and resentment surging back and forth, attacking the sea of consciousness.
However, what he hated the most was not Fang Xing, but the heavens.
He was originally a person with amazing talent. He had stepped into the Tribulation Stage before he was a thousand years old. Even in the Divine Prefecture, he was an outstanding talent.
However, he had fallen into someone's trap. There was no place for him in the world, and he was forced to escape into the Bottomless Ruins of the South Sea. That was not all. Forefather Heaven Abhorrence refused to admit defeat. He used his talents to continue the Ancient Road to Heaven and passed the Seven Tests of Heaven. However, he was trapped in the Ten Ultimate Chess Game, but he did not give up. He sent an avatar out of the ruins with the mirror and set up a trap to escape.
However, he did not expect that the avatar would be hunted down by Lu Fengtian, the ancestor of the Fengtian clan, who wanted to use him as the last demon to refine the Fengtian Magic Sword. In the end, the avatar and Lu Fengtian fought and both were injured. In a hurry, the avatar could only seal himself in the portrait to protect the mirror. He left a message to the servants of Forefather Heaven Abhorrence that the bronze mirror was their only hope of leaving the Bottomless Ruins. If there was someone with extraordinary talent in the bloodline of Forefather Heaven Abhorrence, they were to burn the portrait, take out the mirror, and head to the Taishang Dao Palace to welcome the Forefather back.
When the mirror appeared again, the arrangements that Forefather Heaven Abhorrence had left in the Taishang Dao Palace would naturally sense it. The nine moons would rise to the sky, and the array would be closed. In addition, the mirror contained a wisp of Forefather Heaven Abhorrence's remnant consciousness, so it would be able to successfully head to the Eighth Test of Heaven.
However, no one expected that the chaos in the Bottomless Ruins would be triggered by the nine coffins falling from the sky. The various tribes fought for the chance to leave the Bottomless Ruins, and the servants of Forefather Heaven Abhorrence were seriously injured in that battle. The information left behind was incomplete …
With all these reasons, Forefather Heaven Abhorrence's trap had been set up for thousands of years. It was so long that it drove him crazy.
It wasn't easy for a fortuitous encounter to happen, but someone really did come. There was hope of escaping.
However, how could he have imagined that he, a cultivator who had passed the tribulation, would fail on the verge of success when he tried to possess a junior in the Foundation Establishment realm?
Forefather Heaven Abhorrence really wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He could only hate the heavens!
"… Heavens … Who would believe you if you said you weren't f * cking messing with me …"
Fang Xing naturally could not care less about a cultivator who could be said to be the most tragic in history. He was bidding farewell to the world and refining Forefather Heaven Abhorrence's violent soul power. The red dragon's nearly shattered soul had already returned to its original body. Fang Xing also hurriedly left the sea of consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of large eyes that were inches away from him, looking at him quietly.
The red dragon maintained its position of having its forehead pressed against his, not moving at all.
"Da Gouzi, are you f * cking done for?"
Fang Xing cried out with a trembling voice as he held the red dragon's head with both hands.
The spirituality in the red dragon's large eyes had almost dissipated, and only a trace of intimacy remained on Fang Xing.
"Its injuries are too severe. Not to mention the external injuries, its soul is also on the verge of collapse. Although you used that treasure to protect the last bit of its soul, it only delayed the speed at which it dissipated. There's nothing you can do to save it …" A red feather was stuck in the back of the red dragon's neck. It was where part of Daphne's soul resided. At this moment, it emitted a wave of divine sense and sent a voice transmission to Fang Xing.
Fang Xing did not answer. He took a deep breath and looked at the red dragon's body.
The dragon's body was full of wounds. The injuries were so severe that one could not bear to look at them directly. Three of its four dragon claws were broken, and almost half of the dragon scales on its body had been torn off, revealing bloody wounds that could almost see the bones.
In fact, there was even a wound on its body that almost broke it into two. It seemed to have been caused by a bolt of lightning.
It could be said that there were at least four wounds on its body, and some of them were fatal!
Fang Xing could not understand how the red dragon rushed from the Primordial Ruins to the Ancient Road to Heaven and rushed to his side.
However, its body was heavily injured, and its soul was about to dissipate. The red dragon's eyes were very calm, and there was even a hint of excitement.
It slowly opened its mouth as if it wanted to stick out its tongue and lick Fang Xing.
Normally, when it licked Fang Xing, Fang Xing would feel disgusted and slap him. Thus, it could only sneak up on Fang Xing. With a whoosh, it licked him, then quickly retracted its tongue and closed its eyes, waiting for Fang Xing to slap its head. This time, it also wanted to sneak up on him, but its injuries were too severe. Its movements were incomparably slow, and it did not extend its tongue for a long time.
"Lick, lick, lick your grandpa!"
Fang Xing slapped its head. His eyes were red as he scolded, "After licking this young master's last time, you want to die? That's what the stories say, but this young master doesn't allow you to die, so you can't die. Come with me … "
He gritted his teeth, took two deep breaths, and spat on the ground. Then, he lifted the red dragon's head with both hands, and with a muffled roar, he placed the red dragon's head on his shoulders. Then, he soared into the clouds. When he was more than three hundred feet above the ground, the red dragon's tail left the ground. Just like that, Fang Xing carried the red dragon, swayed, and soared forward …
"Ai …"
Even the wisp of Daphne's Divine Soul did not know what to say when it saw this scene.
The surrounding chessboard was turning into smoke and disappearing one after another. Even Ancestor Heaven Abhorrer did not expect that the eighth test of the Ten Ultimate Chessboards was a dead game. In a situation where there was no chance of survival, a chance of survival would be broken, and the chessboard would be solved by itself. In this chessboard, Fang Xing survived the game that Ancestor Heaven Abhorrer had set up for thousands of years, so he should have understood the logic of the chessboard and unintentionally solved it.
The chess game dissipated, and the space before Fang Xing and the crimson dragon returned to the wasteland. Moving forward, they couldn't see anything, and there was only a green stone tablet with indistinct writing on it. Behind the stone tablet was surprisingly the space that separated them, and there was nothing else. Fang Xing swept his gaze over it, and to his surprise, he saw two rows of words recorded on the stone tablet. "The path to heaven is broken, and a strand of immortal fortune is given to the fated …"
Crimson Feather, who had split his Divine Sense, scanned the words on the stone tablet, and he was instantly shocked. His Divine Sense rippled as he said, "Looking at the meaning of this stone tablet, could it be that the Path to Heaven is broken at the eighth level? Who on earth has such great magical power to cut off the Way to Heaven from the eighth test? Didn't the previous tests go to waste? The stone tablet says that there is a strand of Immortal Chance left, but what is it? "
Fang Xing did not answer. He closed his eyes and sensed carefully, and suddenly flew to the left.
"Hmm? What are you looking for? "
Crimson Feather emitted a fluctuation, yet Fang Xing paid no attention to it, and he continued flying forward. In next to no time, Evil Roc King knew what he was looking for. A crater that flickered with the glow of lightning had already appeared ahead, and it was around 30m in radius and flickered with a faint glow. In the sky above the pool, there were actually lightning serpents that frequently appeared, and it seemed to be extremely divine. Moreover, Evil Roc King could sense abundant vitality from a distance of 300m.
"Eh? This pool … this pool … "
Daphne's Divine Soul, which was lodged in Red Feather, suddenly trembled in surprise, and his Divine Soul could not help but fluctuate.
"This is the Creation Thunder Pool. That old monster, was able to survive in the chessboard for thousands of years because of the aura of this Thunder Pool!"
Fang Xing carried the red dragon, and walked step by step towards the end of the Thunder Pool, and explained to Daphne in a low voice.
"Creation Thunder Pool …"
"I can't believe it's the Creation Thunder Pool …. So that's what the strand of Immortal fortune on the stele was talking about …. Good fortune. This is really good fortune …."
Daphne's Divine Soul was so excited that even his divine will was in chaos. Not only that, but Daphne, who was on the other side of the Ancient Road of Heaven and was separated by a boundless sea of clouds, felt a sudden rush of blood. Without being in contact with the discarnate soul, he wouldn't be able to tell what it was seeing. However, he could sense that he had missed out on a huge opportunity. "Get in there, you little demon.
"Little brat, hurry up and go in. With this Fortune Lightningpool, the previous eight stages weren't wasted …. It was all worth it, all worth it …. You were just injured by the monster who possessed you, and your cultivation base has been destroyed. Who knows how many years it would take for you to recover? But with this Fortune Lightningpool, nothing will be a problem. You don't need to do anything else, just enter the lightning pool and sleep. It could be a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years. Who cares? The longer the better. When you wake up, you might even become an immortal …."
The crimson feather of the Great Peng Evil King had already flown up in excitement and was fluttering in the air.
"There's a saying in the Vermilion Bird's memories that the Ten Absolutes Underworld Soil contains Immortal fortune. Turns out it's true!
"The Path of Heaven might have been severed, but this strand of Immortal fortune is worth it …."
The feather fluttered excitedly in the air, looking a bit strange. "Get in there!
This is Immortal fortune! It's like a loophole in heaven and earth. If you sleep in the Creation Thunder Pool, you won't need to cultivate or contemplate enlightenment. All you need to do is sleep in there, and when you wake up, you'll be blessed with great fortune. You might even become an Immortal …. If you don't sleep, I'll burn myself to ash and find a way to contact my true body.
"Of course I have to sleep in there, but I'm not the one who has to sleep in there …."
Fang Xing sighed, then gently put the scarlet dragon down and patted its head.
The scarlet feather suddenly grew excited. "What … what are you doing? Are you going to give the only Immortal fortune to this dragon? "
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