Come On, Son! You Got to Breakthrough Now!-Chapter 1235 - 685: Dragon Corpse (3)

Chapter 1235 -685: Dragon Corpse (3)

He walked to the abdomen of the dragon body, before the fierce wound that pierced through it.

A Divine Thought probed in. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

In an instant, he “saw” it.

In the deepest core of the dragon body, at the center of a concentration of True Dragon Dao Rhythm so dense it almost materialized, a fist-sized dark golden pearl silently hovered.

That is the Dragon Ball.

The Life Origin, Dao cultivation essence, and Divine Soul reliance of the True Dragon race—all three combined, form the Dragon Ball.

Each Dragon Ball is the crystallization of a True Dragon’s lifelong cultivation, its preciousness comparable to a Lifebound Treasure personally refined by a half-step Immortal powerhouse.

The Dragon Ball before him was entirely a profound dark golden hue, with countless intricate and mysterious Dao Patterns flowing on its surface. These are the Innate Great Dao of the True Dragon race, the Law imprints inherited from their bloodline.

Within the Dragon Ball, a tiny True Dragon could be faintly seen meandering, the last remaining shadow of the dragon corpse’s Divine Soul before its death, now devoid of consciousness, only instinct remaining.

The Dao Rhythm emanating from the Dragon Ball was different from what Gu Qingfeng had sensed in the Immortal Crystal before.

The Dao Rhythm in the Immortal Crystal is immortality itself, the manifestation of the Great Tao after reaching that Realm, vast, profound, and perfect.

But the Dao Rhythm in the Dragon Ball was the Dao Rhythm pursuing immortality—it touched that threshold yet failed to truly cross it, thus appearing incomplete.

However, precisely because of this, this Dao Rhythm still held value for Gu Qingfeng.

The Path of Immortality is the endpoint, and half-step immortality is the last stretch of road leading to that endpoint.

What he needed was precisely the experience of that road.

Gu Qingfeng reached out his hand.

Through layers of dragon scales, across the barrier of True Dragon Dao Rhythm, spanning eons of time and death—he reached out with a virtual grasp.

The Dragon Ball trembled lightly.

As if sensing some kind of summoning, the Dao Patterns on the Dragon Ball’s surface suddenly blazed brightly, and the tiny True Dragon within frantically twisted, emitting a silent screech!

It was resisting; this was its last dignity as the supreme True Dragon—the Dragon Ball, the condensation of a lifetime’s Dao cultivation, could not be so easily given!

Yet Gu Qingfeng merely said calmly,

“Your Dao is unfinished, keeping it is useless.”

“I shall inherit your Dao, and walk the path you have yet to complete.”

“With this pledge, there should be no regrets.”

As the words fell,

the Dao Patterns on the Dragon Ball’s surface flickered violently, as if struggling, as if hesitating.

A moment later,

the brilliance subsided.

The Dragon Ball gently detached from the core of the dragon body, passing through layers of dragon scales, through that fierce mortal wound, and slowly flew out.

It hovered above Gu Qingfeng’s palm, the dark golden glow flickering uncertainly, like the last breath of some ancient ritual.

Gu Qingfeng grasped it with a clenched fist.

The Dragon Ball came to hand.

At the moment the Dragon Ball left the dragon body—

“Roar————!!!”

A dragon chant.

Unlike before.

The previous dragon chant was of battle intent, of unwillingness, of slaughter.

The current dragon chant was long, low, serene.

As if an old warrior who had fought his entire life was finally laying down his armor, setting aside his weapons, closing his eyes for a long rest.

The dragon corpse, spanning millions of feet across the starry sky, slowly fell.

Its dragon eyes closed, the dark golden light around its body receding like a tide, those dragon scales opened by battle intent once again settled against the body, becoming dull and lifeless.

It no longer struggled, no longer resisted, just quietly, peacefully returned to the unfathomable abyssal chasm, returning to the burial site it had not left in eons.

This time, it was truly at rest.

Gu Qingfeng withdrew his gaze, looking at the Dragon Ball in his palm.

The dark golden sphere was warm like jade, the small True Dragon inside had stopped moving, curled into a ball, like a sleeping fetus.

The Dao Rhythm emanating from the Dragon Ball was no longer sharp and domineering, becoming gentle and tranquil—it had acknowledged Gu Qingfeng’s earlier words.

“To walk the path you have yet to complete…”

Gu Qingfeng muttered softly to himself.

He did not speak further, placing the Dragon Ball into his storage space.

Then he turned around to leave.

At that moment—

“Se… Senior, please wait!”

A dry, hoarse voice filled with obvious fear and reverence came from afar.

Gu Qingfeng’s footsteps paused slightly, turning his head to look.

It was the old man clad in bronze armor.

Where was his Heavenly Venerate dignity now, with a hunched back, lowered head, chaotic aura, even the few ever-burning Dao flames on his armor had extinguished.

He dared not approach, bowing deeply from tens of thousands of feet away.

“Junior… junior did not know of Senior’s arrival, there was much offense earlier, please forgive me!”

His voice trembled.

This was true fear.

Earlier, he had witnessed Gu Qingfeng’s engagement with the dragon corpse—or rather, the one-sided suppression of the dragon corpse—it was all seen with his eyes.

That half-step Immortal True Dragon supreme relic, even though fallen, even though its power was not even a tenth of its former strength, was still a half-step Immortal!

It was an entire two Great Realms above him, a Seven Tribulation Heavenly Venerate!

If he were to face that dragon corpse, he feared he wouldn’t withstand even one claw, being annihilated in both body and spirit.

Yet this person before him stopped a dragon claw with just one hand.

With a word, the dragon corpse rested in peace.

He effortlessly took the Dragon Ball, as if it were a simple object within reach.

What sort of Realm was this?

Peak of Nine Tribulations?

Half-step Immortal?

He dared not think, nor wish to think.

He only knew that the person before him was certainly not someone he could provoke.

Not only should he not provoke, but he should seize this opportunity—even just to say a word, leave an impression, perhaps would be his greatest opportunity in tens of millions of years!

Gu Qingfeng looked at him, not speaking immediately.

The old man felt that calm yet Heavenly Dao-like gaze, chilling his spine, almost making him kneel on the spot.

But Gu Qingfeng did not make things difficult for him.

“What is it?”

The voice was calm, neither joyous nor angry.

The old man felt as if granted amnesty, quickly saying, “Senior, discern wisely, I am Feng Xuan, a Seven Tribulation Heavenly Venerate, whose lifespan is near its end, forced to linger in this Forbidden Zone to survive on the Dao Rhythm left by the dragon supreme.

Today, seeing Senior’s divine might, I understood that beyond the heavens are more heavens, beyond Dao there is more Dao!”

He took a deep breath, summoning all his courage: “Junior dares to offer, willing to serve you, Senior, as a labor of dog and horse!

Whatever commands you have, I will face life and death undaunted!”

With these words, those other Heavenly Venerates observing in the distance all showed complex expressions.

Some were disdainful, some scoffed, while others regretted in secret—why hadn’t they spoken up first?

That old Feng Xuan is quite clever!

But they could only think about it. To submit publicly to such an unknown presence as Feng Xuan had, they dared not.

Gu Qingfeng glanced at Feng Xuan.

This glance carried no pressure, no scrutiny, merely a plain, unemotional look.

Yet it made Feng Xuan feel as if falling into an ice cellar.

He felt as if everything about him was laid bare under that glance.

A moment later, Gu Qingfeng spoke.

“No need.”

Feng Xuan seemed struck by thunder, his face turning pale.

But Gu Qingfeng’s next words lifted him from hell to heaven:

“I have no need for your services, but there is one thing you can tell me.”

Feng Xuan was overjoyed, bowing repeatedly: “Please ask, Senior! I will leave nothing unsaid, nothing withheld!”

Gu Qingfeng, hands behind his back, looked beyond Feng Xuan towards the deeper part of the Forbidden Area, where hidden auras were watching.

“Besides the Burial God Forbidden Area, are there any other ordinary Forbidden Zones in this starry sky with relics like the dragon corpse?”

Feng Xuan was startled, then quickly replied: “In response to Senior, there are, as far as I know, at least three ordinary Forbidden Zones containing such relics—”