Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar Chapter 640 455 Worm Tao Tao Marks!?3

From this perspective, the Water Tao Incarnation truly had the makings of a Great Emperor!

Hong Yuan had long comprehended the mysteries of the Refining Tao.

HUFF...

Hong Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, putting away the Illusion Cloud Flood Dragon and the Bee Beast Worms.

He slightly raised his head, squinting as he observed Tang Tianlong ahead, who was almost completely silent.

Hong Yuan hadn't anticipated the appearance of these brand new Tao Marks of the Worm Tao.

Initially, he had rely sought a plausible reason to openly display greater combat power. This was to ensure his survival and protect Phoenix Creek Sect, even when facing peak mortal Martial Artists like Xiao Yuan, Shang Yaoqin, and Hua nghuang—the Great Dream Seeds.

As for defeating a Great Dream Seed at the peak of mortal Martial Artists...

Heh, that would undoubtedly be tantamount to informing the Heavenly Palace that he, Hong Yuan, was a major problem!

Initially, everything had proceeded according to Hong Yuan's plans. However, events had taken such an abrupt turn.

What an imnse surprise this was.

At this mont, Hong Yuan suddenly felt an urge: to slaughter Tang Tianlong!

As he stared at Tang Tianlong, a dark, fierce glint flickered in the depths of Hong Yuan's eyes.

As if sensing the mortal danger, Tang Tianlong curled up tightly, his body as rigid and flushed red as a ripe fruit, not daring to make the slightest movent.

A mont of impatience can ruin grand designs. Calm down, calm down. I cannot afford to lose my composure.

Hong Yuan took a deep breath, and the True Essence boiling within him gradually subsided.

Currently, the consequences of killing a Great Dream Seed, especially when he himself was not one, were definitely not sothing Hong Yuan could bear.

This state of constant vigilance, of fearing repercussions from every direction, made Hong Yuan feel sowhat stifled.

He possessed the power to sweep aside his peers, and even his seniors. Yet, because his Original Body was an Extraterrestrial Demon, he had to lie low before the Human Clan Sky Palace and conceal his true might.

At this mont, Hong Yuan fervently wished the Daxuan Dynasty would send reinforcents to rescue Tang Tianlong. That way, he could vent his frustrations to his heart's content! Unwittingly, their destination was fast approaching.

「Phoenix Creek Sect. They had arrived!」

Hong Yuan escorted Tang Tianlong, stepping out of the Nine-headed Dragon Beast Battle Cart.

The mont he appeared before the crowd, the terrifying might emanating from Hong Yuan caused the Phoenix Creek Army Group to fall as silent as cicadas in the cold.

Even Lin Bu Jing, whose strength in the Sect Alliance was second only to Hong Yuan's, was inwardly shocked. "Master," he conveyed to Elder Dan in his sea of consciousness, "why do I feel Hong Yuan has beco even more powerful?"

Within Lin Bu Jing's sea of consciousness, Elder Dan sighed deeply:

"Alas, this is why I previously wished for you to beco the Sect Union Leader, to unify the Eastern Wilderness of the Divine Continent.

"When one's ti is ripe, Heaven and Earth themselves lend their aid. I believe Hong Yuan also possesses a supre secret art for Training Luck and Montum, thereby enhancing his cultivation foundation.

"He is definitely comparable to Dragon Sword Bo Qing. No, it should be said his future prospects are even greater than those of Dragon Sword Bo Qing!"

Hearing Elder Dan's words, Lin Bu Jing fell utterly silent.

He gazed dejectedly at Hong Yuan's departing figure heading towards Eagle Immortal Blessed Land, his eyes becoming blank and unfocused.

Hadn't he, Lin Bu Jing, also yearned to be like Hong Yuan? To beco the foremost figure in the mortal world, to protect his Sect, and even to topple the Great Dream Seeds—hailed as the advent of Immortal Gods—from their divine pedestals?

But alas, he was truly no match for Hong Yuan.

Recalling past events, a wave of frustration surged within him.

Lin Bu Jing's heart seethed with unwillingness!

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips digging into his palms, sending sharp pangs of pain through them.

Lin Bu Jing snorted coldly, "HUMPH. As long as a single breath remains in , I haven't lost to Hong Yuan!"

Hearing this, Elder Dan's eyes lit up, and he felt greatly relieved.

In life, one can be without family, without a lover, even without friends, but one must never be without a rival.

A worthy rival can bring about an earth-shattering transformation!

To be Hong Yuan's rival, or perhaps even his friend—was this not, in its own way, a stroke of fortune for Lin Bu Jing?

In the eyes of the world, Hong Yuan was a peak fifth-rank Martial Artist, not a Saint.

Perhaps Hong Yuan's strength could compare to, or even surpass, that of an ordinary sixth-rank Saint, but he was not yet a true Saint.

He possessed so characteristics of a Saint, but not all of them.

For instance, Hong Yuan's body could not yet produce Immortal Nuance!

Therefore, if Hong Yuan wished to communicate with prominent figures of the Sect Alliance, such as Phoenix Creek Great Saint or Qinglu Great Saint, via Treasured Yellow Heaven, he had to use the conduit provided by Eagle Immortal Blessed Land.

「Eagle Immortal Blessed Land.」

The sky was clear, and flocks of various Flying Falcon Fierce Beasts soared and cried out joyfully.

Hong Yuan flew through the air, wreathed in clusters of pristine white clouds, giving him the appearance of an Immortal God on a celestial journey.

However, as the master of Eagle Immortal Blessed Land, it was not entirely unfitting for him to be addressed as an Immortal God within its confines.

We've finally arrived.

With a ntal nudge, Hong Yuan lightly tapped his foot and leaped forward, swift as a carp darting from a lake.

As the clouds before him dispersed, a palace ca into view. It was shaped like a Golden-Winged Roc with its wings spread wide, as if poised for flight—this was the Eagle Immortal Palace!

The Eagle Immortal Palace was the core of Eagle Immortal Blessed Land.

For the master of a Blessed Land to invite a guest to its core was a sign of imnse trust. After all, if the core of a Blessed Land were destroyed, the Saint's cultivation path would be all but severed. In severe cases, they might even perish due to the resulting flaws in the Blessed Land.

This point alone spoke volus of the trust Butterfly Sword Martial Saint placed in him; she had, on multiple occasions, brought Hong Yuan's Sword Body, Bo Qing, to her own Butterfly Sword Palace.

"Welco back, Master!"

The mont Hong Yuan stepped inside the Eagle Immortal Palace, the exquisitely crafted, jade-like Earth Spirit, Little Eagle Immortal, flapped its white feathers and obediently darted towards him.