Chapter 600 - 550: Dragon-Transformation Pool

Chapter 600: Chapter 550: Dragon-Transformation Pool

"I’m lucky to have escaped with my life. The destruction of my physical body is a small matter in comparison. It’s just a shame that after losing an arm, my strength has dropped by at least thirty percent."

Wen Yangxi let out a long sigh.

In his current state, he would struggle even to form a Fake Infant.

"Ah..."

Wen Tianzhu’s expression changed.

’The Old Ancestor wasn’t a match for Chen Che even at his peak. With his strength so greatly reduced, what hope was there for revenge in this lifetime?’

"Chen Che is truly a prodigy of shocking talent. In my seven hundred years, I’ve seen and heard of only a handful of people who could compare. While my defeat at his hands was unexpected, it was also logical."

Seemingly sensing Wen Tianzhu’s thoughts, Wen Yangxi chuckled softly.

But a moment later, he straightened his spine, his gaze resolute. There wasn’t a trace of dejection about him; on the contrary, his fighting spirit churned.

"But one defeat does not mean I am defeated forever. I still have an ace up my sleeve."

ROAR—

As he spoke, Wen Yangxi stomped his foot hard.

The Spirit Pet beneath his feet let out a roar. Instantly, with the creature at its center, the surrounding clouds were violently swept up, surging outward like a tidal wave.

WHOOSH—

The force of this hurricane was many times more immense than anything before.

The powerful aura coalesced with the gale, forming a tempest that shattered countless Magic Patterns. Dust from the ground was swept up into a great gray wave, rolling outward. The cultivators scattered across the landscape felt their ears fill with the roar of the wind.

"This... this..."

Wen Tianzhu, who was opposite him, was sent staggering by the blast. Once he regained his footing, he could only stare, dumbfounded.

The once-majestic ancestral home had been razed to the ground by that single roar. Rockeries, trees, flowers, and grass—everything as far as the eye could see was a complete wreck, and the ground was covered in radiating blast marks.

"That... That’s..."

Suddenly, Wen Tianzhu’s gaze sharpened. He was horrified to see a massive blood pool behind his ancestor. Countless skeletons of Flood Dragon Snakes bobbed in the bloody water. Above the pool, a churning, grayish-white mist would periodically coalesce into the form of a Flood Dragon, its whiskers and scales bristling with rage.

The apparitions carried a chill that was utterly out of place with the surroundings. As they writhed, they would dissipate into the void, only to then reform into a massive, majestic elephant with six tusks.

What made Wen Tianzhu’s blood run cold was the realization that he recognized them.

He remembered that the Flood Dragons manifesting from the white mist were all Demon Beasts the Old Ancestor had raised—

’Although Wen Yangxi officially had only three Spirit Pets, he was one of the founders of Mist Rain Tower, the Old Hall Master of the Azure Dragon Hall, the Wen Family’s ancestor, and a Golden Core cultivator who had lived for over seven hundred and twenty years. How could he possibly have only three?’

’In fact, Wen Yangxi had traveled for hundreds of years and brought back countless powerful Demon Beasts with great potential. Even the Six-tusked White Elephant that had escaped from Chu State a year ago had been placed here.’

’Many Golden Core family members who wanted to acquire a Spirit Pet would make a special trip here.’

’But now, those Demon Beasts were gone, reduced to mere mist.’

’Could it be—’

"That is the Dragon-Transformation Pool!"

Sensing his grandson’s gaze, Wen Yangxi spoke calmly. "I used it to raise this Clawed Flood Dragon and to temper its very bones and bloodline. While I can no longer achieve Nascent Soul Formation, it can. It might even be able to go a step beyond!"

"So that’s it!"

Wen Tianzhu instantly understood.

’The clan had a Magic Technique for borrowing the power of a Spirit Pet. He had originally assumed the Old Ancestor was using that method, but he had been too naive. He had only ever heard Wen Chaocan mention the purpose of the Dragon-Transformation Pool—’

’It was a method of brutal elimination.’

’Hundreds of Demon Beasts would be placed together to fight to the death. The bloodline and potential of the final survivor would be massively amplified, far surpassing its original state. It seemed the Clawed Flood Dragon, which had devoured its own kind, was the one that had survived.’

"What is the situation with Jinyun Valley?"

Wen Yangxi spoke again.

He had exhausted every means to awaken the Clawed Flood Dragon’s bloodline, all for the sake of revenge.

"Reporting to the Old Ancestor, the Primordial Sect and the Star-Picking Sect are still entrenched in Chu State. Jinyun Valley is also there; they haven’t left. We haven’t seen any sign of Chen Che, but according to our spies, he hasn’t departed. He spends most of his time in seclusion."

Wen Tianzhu reported respectfully,

"Currently, the other three great Halls of Mist Rain Tower, including the Tower Master himself, have gathered at the Celestial River Mountain Range. They are constructing a defensive array, preparing to fight another defensive battle. The plan is to intercept the two sects’ allied army outside the Celestial River Mountain Range and prevent them from setting a single foot into the territory governed by Mist Rain Tower!"

"We’re going to the Celestial River Mountain Range."

Wen Yangxi said at last, a glint in his eyes.