Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Due to recent contact, he has already understood the character of Martial Saint.

Straightforward, without too many twists and turns.

Looking at Jiang Ning, the Martial Saint Spirit Body nodded.

Then, he turned to face the depths of the sea of clouds, raised his hand and pointed lightly. A gentle yet substantial white light burst forth from his fingertip, like a sharp sword cutting open the churning sea of clouds ahead, revealing a straight path.

At the end of the path, the outline of a majestic mountain could be vaguely seen, its body black as iron, with a deep chasm running vertically through the center, resembling a sinister wound on the earth—it was the location of the Dragon Burial Abyss.

"Keep up."

As those words fell, the Martial Saint Spirit Body stepped forward, seemingly ordinary, yet he appeared a hundred feet away.

The white light path extended, lifting the group to ride the wind, moving at an astounding speed, with mountains on either side retreating swiftly into blurry shadows.

Jiang Ning followed closely, feeling the mysterious flow of spatial power around him, connecting with the spatial essence of the Taixu Yin Yang Sword he had comprehended, a spark rising in his heart.

His gaze swept to the side; Bai Li’s silver dress fluttered, her expression calm, ice-blue eyes watching the abyss ahead with a hidden weight.

The Demon King Black Feather lagged half a body length behind, his newly formed head emitting a somewhat weakened aura, but his gaze remained sharp as ever, steadfastly fixed on Wu Longyuan, with subdued demonic energy around him.

Three hundred miles was covered in merely a few breaths thanks to the speed of the white light path.

They hovered above the Dragon Burial Abyss.

Looking down, a massive canyon spanning dozens of miles stretched between mountains, its mouth over a thousand feet wide, rapidly narrowing inward, unfathomable in depth.

The mist within the canyon was not ordinary water vapor; instead, it presented a bizarre dark purple hue.

The mist rolled and surged, exuding a rank sweetness mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur—exactly the poisonous miasma Bai Li had just mentioned.

Amidst the miasma, scarlet fire lights occasionally flashed from the abyss’s depths, accompanied by a deep rumbling—the sound of a dark river of fiery lava flowing.

Even more terrifying was the overwhelmingly violent aura.

This aura spread from the deepest part of the abyss, like an invisible tide, pressing on the surrounding space, causing even light to appear slightly distorted.

The rocks and vegetation near the abyss’s mouth were all eroded into a dark hue, devoid of vitality.

"Such a fierce creature," the Martial Saint Spirit Body said calmly.

Bai Li stepped forward at this moment, holding in her hand a silver scale the size of a palm, its edges shimmering with gentle moonlight.

She held the scale in her palm, "Martial Saint, this is the ’Dragon’s Inverse Scale’ bestowed by my Emperor. By using secret techniques, it can temporarily disrupt the earth’s pulse and miasma of Dragon Burial Abyss, weakening the evil dragon’s advantages. The last siege only allowed brief infiltration through the activation of this inverse scale."

"No need," the Martial Saint Spirit Body responded casually, "Such earth advantages are meaningless."

After speaking, he said no more, directly taking a step forward, like a meteor plunging into the abyss, straight into the surging dark purple miasma.

The hazy white light surrounding him suddenly blazed as it entered the miasma.

"Sssss!!"

The white light blazed, like scalding oil splashing onto snow, or dawn melting ice.

The terrifying poisonous miasma, capable of corroding metal and flesh, emitted a piercing "ssss" sound upon touching the white light, dissolving and evaporating in large swathes.

Where the white light passed, it forcibly carved out a straight, pure path several feet in diameter through the thick miasma.

The smooth, mirror-like walls of the path firmly isolated the swirling miasma outside.

"Keep up!" Bai Li immediately turned her head, then stepped forward, with Jiang Ning following closely along the downward path.

The descent was extremely rapid, but Dragon Abyss’s depth exceeded imagination.

The rock walls transformed from the initial grey-black stones into dark red, blood-like crystalline forms, with the temperature rapidly rising.

Faintly visible, seams within the rock walls had scarlet lava flowing like streams, with scorching air waves felt even through the white light path.

After descending for dozens of breaths, they reached several thousand feet below ground.

Suddenly, the path opened up.

At the end of the path lay an enormous underground space.

The space was over a hundred feet high, with a circumference of no less than ten miles, with countless dark red stalactites hanging from above, emitting a faint red glow, illuminating the scene below.

At the center of the space was a vast, pitch-black chilling pool, its depths like ink, unmoving, yet emanating a bone-chilling cold, forming an eerie contrast with the surrounding fiery lava.

At the edge of the cold pond, skeletal remains were piled up like a mountain.

There were human shapes, beast shapes, and even numerous gigantic skeletons of the Demon Clan, evidently the prey that the monstrous dragon had devoured in recent times.

In the exact center of the cold pond lay the target of this journey.

It was a colossal creature.

It was over two hundred zhang in length, as thick as a palace pillar, and covered with palm-sized black scales as sharp as blades, between which dark red light faintly flowed.

A house-sized, ferocious head emerged from the water, crowned with a pair of knife-like black horns, with two bulges on its forehead, showing signs of impending transformation.

This was the omen of impending Dragon Transformation!

Its eyes were tightly shut, yet still exuded a menacing aura; with every long breath, it exhaled an impure energy mixed with a fishy wind and a sulfurous stench.

This was a monstrous dragon with nearly five thousand years of Dao!

An existence on the verge of Dragon Transformation!

At this moment, as if sensing the intrusion of outsiders, the monstrous dragon’s tightly shut enormous eyes suddenly opened.

Those were eyes filled with violent savagery.

Its vertical pupils were blood-red, with a glint of golden light at the center, and its gaze swept across like a tangible icy blade slicing the soul.

Accompanied by this was a terrifying dragon’s presence of ferocity, greed, and the desire to destroy everything, sweeping through the entire underground space with a roar.

"Roar!!!"

Then the monstrous dragon opened its mouth, and a deafening roar erupted, causing the entire underground space to shake violently, with stones falling from the ceiling.

The monstrous dragon’s massive body suddenly rose from the cold pond, causing a monstrous wave of black water.

It stared fixedly at the Martial Saint Spirit Body shrouded in a hazy white light, and at Jiang Ning and the others behind, its scarlet vertical pupils first showing rage, then revealing a hint of greed.

"I had thought the tale of the monstrous dragon was a test from the Demon Emperor, but I never expected such a foolish beast to truly exist!" The Martial Arts Spirit Body spoke calmly, with a peaceful tone.

"Intruders... die!!" As if feeling the contempt in the Martial Saint Spirit Body’s voice, the monstrous dragon suddenly flew into a rage, then opened its gigantic mouth wide.

A dark breath, solidified like a material entity, shot forth like a world-ending torrent towards the Martial Saint Spirit Body.

Wherever the breath passed, air froze and burned, and space twisted under the strain.

As the breath approached head-on, Demon King Black Feather’s pupils contracted sharply, instinctively tensing his body.

A being with no taboos in conduct, nearly five thousand years of Dao, on the verge of Dragon Transformation; that was a Demon King far beyond his strength.

A direct confrontation, in his current state of having lost a head to the Martial Saint Spirit Body, would result in death at the hands of this monstrous dragon.

At this moment, facing this terrifying breath capable of crushing mountains and cleaving peaks, the Martial Saint Spirit Body only gently lifted his right hand.

His forefinger, pointing forward.

Silently and invisibly.

No earth-shattering roar, no dazzling brilliance.

Only a pure and refined beam of white light shot forth from his fingertip.

Yet the white light was so fast it surpassed the limits of perception, as if leaping through space, appearing directly at the forefront of the dark torrent of breath.

At the moment of contact, it was as if time stood still for a moment.

The next instant, the terrifying torrent of dark breath began to disintegrate and annihilate from its forefront.

Wherever the white light passed, the breath vanished into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

Then, without stopping, in the moment the monstrous dragon hadn’t reacted, it had already reached the space between its black-scaled brows.

Puff—

With the sound, the monstrous dragon’s massive body froze suddenly.

In its savage, blood-red vertical pupils, the fierce expression instantly solidified, replaced by a blank emptiness.

At the center of its brows, a needle-sized hole quietly appeared, with no blood, no wound, as if it had just been lightly touched.