With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 637 - 556: Subterranean Cavern, Firebird, and Precio

As he finished speaking, Liao Hai made a surprising discovery.

ng Chuan’s neck twisted, accompanied by a spreading black mist, revealing a large, fierce black dragon head.

The dragon’s mouth opened and closed, revealing two rows of fierce, giant teeth as thick as an adult’s fingers.

The dragon horns on top of its head, gleaming like sharp swords, looked particularly eerie.

"This is..."

Liao Hai was utterly shocked, unable to understand what this creature was.

Was ng Chuan not on the sa Xingyi path as him?

The dragon head erged, looking so much like a manifestation from the Elephant Form Sect.

Elephant Form and Xingyi Sect have a distinct difference in their approach from the modification of ridians.

Dual cultivation isn’t a thing.

"Shh...pet."

ng Chuan motioned for Liao Hai to keep quiet, raising his eyebrows, signaling the dragon demon to restrain itself.

It understood, and twisted the dragon head as it drilled outwards, as the mist continued to faintly disperse.

As its body shrank, the entire dragon body erged from him, though only a few ters long.

"Go inside and take a look, do it quietly, don’t get discovered."

ng Chuan patted its head, and the dragon demon hooked its claws onto the cave wall above, its body twisting as it moved inside, the faint rustling of its crawl gradually fading.

Having watched this entire process, Liao Hai vaguely understood.

"Captain, is this... an imaginary creature?"

ng Chuan pointed to the flickering purple treasure light on his body, like a breath of light.

"I practiced the Daoist hard skills to perfection and broke through so, resulting in this change."

"Amazing..."

Liao Hai couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder, pondering what cultivation technique could grant an imaginary creature a tangible body.

It was simply unheard of.

But ng Chuan had brought the hard skills that could nurture imaginary creatures to an unprecedented level.

Possibly, a certain "mutation" happened at the level of martial arts itself...

In the realm of Qi Blood Martial Arts, too many unknowns remain unsolved, getting bogged down is pointless.

Sensing that Liao Hai wanted to say sothing, ng Chuan perceived a discovery from the dragon demon, his expression shifted, signaling a halt:

"We’ll discuss this later, there’s a discovery."

Now was not the ti to discuss martial arts.

ng Chuan led the way forward, extinguishing the flas in his palm with a flip of his hand, restoring the passage to darkness.

"Stay close."

Saying this, ng Chuan slowly delved deeper along the tracks left by the dragon demon.

Liao Hai followed behind, keeping pace.

Watching ng Chuan move nimbly in the dark, even releasing a "pet" to scout the road, he grew increasingly attentive.

Not only was his strength formidable.

There was also his extraordinary sensory perception beyond ordinary limits, unparalleled endurance, as well as his immunity to surrounding fiery, toxic, and molten rock—just to na a few.

Excluding strength, all these "unorthodox paths" were no easy feats to master.

At only twenty, how did ng Chuan manage his ti?

Liao Hai thought, if it were him.

Even with talent, a day with 48 hours would not suffice...

If it were soone older than him here, it wouldn’t be so surprising.

"Don’t ponder it; talent is just like that, nothing to be done."

"Indeed..."

Liao Hai followed him further in, silently agreeing.

They had been through battles together, and he had truly witnessed ng Chuan’s prowess.

asuring himself in comparison, he felt a sense of absurdity.

"It’s not just , even Brother Liao Huo would feel inferior eting Donor ng..."

Next year, Liao Huo would just be past 28, having reached the fourth limit as a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Looking at all of Shaolin’s history, pulling the whole historical tiline.

Comparing all the young grandmasters together.

Liao Huo would easily rank in the top three!

But ng Chuan...

Liao Hai couldn’t imagine what level of strength he would reach eight years later at the sa age as Brother Liao Huo.

By then, how powerful could he beco...

The lifespan of a martial artist, although not comparable to ancient Qi refiners, is also far superior to ordinary people.

If he broke through the fifth major limit before thirty, he could be called a young sovereign.

Should that happen, it would break human history...

"Snap out of it, there’s sothing inside, be careful."

Why does Liao Hai keep daydreaming?

ng Chuan walked at the front, his toes pointing downward at a forty-five-degree angle, indicating the entire terrain sloped towards the underground.

He silently calculated the distance, taking another sharp turn.

Faint red glimrs appeared in his eyes, conspicuous in the darkness.

Observing from afar, he thought to himself:

"Doesn’t seem like firelight, more like the reflection of so kind of red crystal..."

Whoosh—!

A black shadow collided into his embrace, the dragon demon conveying information back to ng Chuan, who nodded silently.

He ordered it to return, as it was currently digesting the True Spirit of the Fla Giant.

Moreover, manifesting the dragon demon greatly consud spiritual power, and unless necessary, there was no need for it to join the battlefield.

He paused, looking back at Liao Hai, motioning with his hand.

"Inside there’s a sleeping fire bird, a Great Demon."

"Shall we do it?"

"Let’s do it!"

Liao Hai rubbed his hands together with excitent, stepping forward and leaning against the rock wall on one side of the passage with ng Chuan.

While the Great Demon was dangerous, the rewards would definitely outweigh the risks.

Let’s do it!

Both of them completely restrained their energy, slowly moving to the entry.

ng Chuan extended three fingers, raising his eyebrows as a signal.

Liao Hai understood, nodding in readiness.

The last finger was withdrawn, forming a fist.

In the instant their eyes t, their figures exploded into action, igniting like an engine, bursting forward.

...

The cave ceiling hung several glittering crimson pillars, unevenly spaced and varying in height.

Illuminating below, revealing a stone platform a hundred feet square, smoothed and piled by stones.

The crystal pillars like a forest of swords, all pointing towards the center of the stone platform.

There lay a monster in the form of a fire bird, its wingspan slightly stretching out to ten zhang.

Each feather composed of flowing lava.

Golden fire liquid dripped continuously from its beak, corroding deep pits into the ground.

As the two’s presence spread, it suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils reflecting shock.