Dao Qiongcang’s lips curled slightly.
He has arrived.
"Bei Huai—"
Noticing the abnormality, dicine Ancestor’s heart turned cold, wishing to drag Bei Huai out, to devour his flesh and drink his blood.
He couldn’t do it!
If the ghost beast host body could completely devour the ghost beast, his research wouldn’t have lasted this long, and Hua Changdeng, a prodigy of his generation, couldn’t possibly remain shackled by Ghost Ancestor until his death.
Now, dicine Ancestor was trapped by the cage he once built—Bei Huai was parasitic on his body, devouring himself as food; even he couldn’t extract it!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz...
The Power of Na surged in waves, perating every drop of the Reincarnation River, invading its Dao.
The struggling Five-clawed Golden Dragon was truly insane, sinking deeper and deeper, almost completely subrged.
No more hope seed visible for fleeing the battlefield!
The fleeting dawn of life under the cage’s restriction beca unreachable, slipping away before his very eyes.
"Aaaah—"
dicine Ancestor went mad.
Because on his dragon body, at the position of the right foreclaw, a branding appeared.
"Xi!"
Under Xi without mouth, the prophecy avoids the Na.
Na Ancestor... no, the Ancestral God controlling the Way of Na, here to claim his life!
"Divine Farr Hundred Grass, Bei Huai, the main culprit in creating the path of ghost beast parasitism, this ti, I co for my friend Night Guardian, for revenge."
As this indifferent voice echoed, the brand of Xi spread rapidly across the dragon’s body, dense like a cursed script.
With a crash, the Reincarnation River surged, and the Five-clawed Golden Dragon, unable to bear the weight, was snatched out of the river like a puppet by the intangible giant hand of Na Power.
"Roar—"
It let out a struggling roar, yet no matter what, it couldn’t resist the sea of mory’s interference, the manipulation of the sea of consciousness.
The dragon’s body twisted, though unwilling, dicine Ancestor was forced to traverse the starry sky back to Shengshen Continent.
Upon entering this world, the boost of the new Heavenly Realm’s Dao.
Externally, with the amplified will of billions of Apricot Realm cultivators, that intangible hand of na soared several levels in strength.
The Golden Dragon let out a miserable cry, coiled up and was thrown straight above the East Sea.
It seed like it had been injected with a freeze needle, suddenly tense all over, then lifted its dragon head high, releasing a painful wail:
"Divine Descending Technique!"
With a ripping sound, the golden scales at the dragon’s neck ruptured, and a gigantic hand burst forth, gripping the Golden Dragon in a single grasp.
"Lord Shou’s hand!"
The crowd in the Apricot Realm exclaid.
It appeared to be a left hand, but no other body part was visible, leading to endless speculation:
"Is it possible, that Lord Shou is only forcing his hand?"
"The backlash from that punch was too severe; thus far, he hasn’t managed to fully solidify his body, only barely crafting an arm, and he already seeks out the dicine Ancestor?"
"Could it be too presumptuous, for Lord Shou to confront dicine Ancestor with just one hand?"
...
An opportunity!
Divine Farr Hundred Grass, in the face of the Death Realm, glimpsed a ray of life.
Indeed, the backlash from that punch was too severe; even with Xu Xiaoshou’s body dao river condensed, possessing the Life Potion, he also derived the Path of Sword-My-Self to seal the Ancestral God to zero.
From nothing to sothing, if the injury is too severe, indeed a considerable ti is needed to recover.
This point can be glimpsed from Cursed Yin’s perpetual difficulty in restoring to peak condition.
Cursed Yin, lacking just the ti.
And at this mont, what distinguishes Xu Xiaoshou from the initial resurrection of Cursed Yin within the Divine Relics?
"One can fight!"
With this thought, Divine Farr Hundred Grass’s urge to flee vanished.
Since Bei Huai is unwilling to let him go, and Dao Qiongcang limits him repeatedly, there’s no point in leaving.
Stay!
Battle!
Coincidentally, his own state is ordinary, Saint Xin and Xu Xiaoshou are in ruins, Dao Qiongcang reaping benefits from the confusion, in actuality just a blade of grass for the wall fan.
If he truly could capture Xu Xiaoshou, he would naturally sway from standing with Saint Xin to Xu Xiaoshou’s side.
And if he truly stays, at that mont of near-death, could Bei Huai remain unscathed?
He wished to walk, Bei Huai was the shackle.
If he stayed, Bei Huai had no choice but to exert himself, or temporarily abandon the intention of restriction.
After all, at this ti, although dicine and North are at odds, they are essentially conjoined to the end, internal strife.
Externally, if he, Divine Farr Hundred Grass, is beaten to death, Bei Huai gains nothing, the outco destined for a burial.
Both are Ancestral Gods, who wishes to act as a wedding dress for another?
"Xu Xiaoshou, you underestimate this ancestor too much!"
Sure enough, as soon as the battle intent ignited, Bei Huai ceased restraint.
Divine Farr Hundred Grass gasped for breath, quickly operating the Life River, borrowing force through the Dao.
At this mont, on the Golden Dragon, vitality reversed, erupting with an overwhelming sense of death, propelling his current state to another extre with an extre reversal stance.
Through this, Divine Farr Hundred Grass broke the seals of the Grand Fanciful Knowledge Technique, Xi branding, etc., breaking that giant hand on the dragon’s neck, releasing a tearing roar:
"Do you think you can take this ancestor down with just one hand?"
"Wishful thinking!"
The Golden Dragon soared through the skies, its force magnificent.
On the Transmission Sky Curtain of Apricot Realm, no longer was there a weak dicine Ancestor, only the courage for a battle to the death.
Yet...
Just as Divine Farr Hundred Grass’s words fell, Xu Xiaoshou’s severed giant hand on the other side shattered indeed.
At its root, however, two soft and slippery large tentacles stretched out, seemingly connecting to so extradinsional plane, gently pulling.
"Zhu~"
"Zhu~"
Two slimy sounds resonated.
Between the dark void, two figures were pulled out by the silver-white tentacles.
Leading was a towering figure, three zhang tall, crowned with armor, shaped like a Raging Giant, left hand holding a Shattered Shield, right hand wielding a Dragon Painting Spear, eyes radiating luminescence, reflecting mountains and rivers:
"Divine Farr Hundred Grass, long ti no see."
Behind them was a desolate figure, head bowed low, palm holding a copper lantern, the candle fla within flickering, grievances intertwined, seemingly filled with ten thousand ghost spirits of Phantom City:
"Heh..."
When that sigh resounded, even the soul of dicine Ancestor couldn’t help but tremble, as if hearing so terrifyingly resurrected entity.
He raised his eyes incredulously, and upon seeing the two faces clearly, it was as if seeing ghosts, his entire dragon body tensed, bursting out with an astonished cry:
"War Ancestor Wu?"
"Hua Changdeng?"
"No! This can’t be—"
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