Chapter 1683 - 1559: Dragon Annihilation
Forcing himself to endure the pain, Ye Qingfeng moved his Divine Sense, once again taking out several bottles of Healing Pills. Without the slightest stinginess, he directly swallowed seven or eight Healing Pills.
These were all Spirit Pills, incomparably precious. In the Martial Artist World, they could stir up a storm of blood, yet in Ye Qingfeng’s hands, they were swallowed as if they cost nothing.
Finally, the surging medicinal power, in an instant, crashed into Ye Qingfeng’s meridians and began to repair them.
So many Elixirs at once, the medicinal force was incomparably powerful, rushing toward Ye Qingfeng’s left arm, beginning to struggle against the Red Blood Flame—destroying on one side, rapidly repairing on the other.
Ye Qingfeng’s left arm, in the midst of this, began one transformation after another.
Ye Qingfeng pinched out Magic Formulas and began Cultivation of Dragon Annihilation!
The process was extremely painful, but Ye Qingfeng’s soul was incomparably strong; his capacity to endure required no further words. It was no problem for him—he only needed to push the power to its limit.
This was an extremely long process.
One hour, five hours, ten hours, a day... The time Ye Qingfeng spent Cultivating was far longer than imagined; in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
Ye Qingfeng’s arm had already gone through countless rounds of disassembly and reassembly, reaching a realm difficult to describe in words. For the current Ye Qingfeng, the Red Blood Flame was truly a rare Supreme Treasure, actually allowing him to Cultivate Dragon Annihilation.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were still tightly shut, immersed in Cultivation, fingers continuously forming Magic Formulas, striving to Cultivate Dragon Annihilation to its strongest level.
Ten days later.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes finally slowly opened, suddenly shooting out a beam of brilliant light, sharp and overbearing.
His sleeve had long since turned to dust, revealing a bare, smooth arm.
This arm did not possess extremely bulging muscles; it could only be said that the lines were clearly defined—but the power contained within was absolutely explosive.
On the left arm, a faint luster rippled, white and pure like jade, resembling a woman’s arm—no, even a woman’s arm was far from this level of smoothness.
Having been tempered by the Red Blood Flame, Ye Qingfeng’s left arm carried a faint divine charm, incomparably peculiar, the energy contained within beyond imagination.
"Excellent, with Dragon Annihilation completed, the design in my heart will be much easier to realize!"
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was deep, a flash of brilliance passing through his eyes.
Without further hesitation, Ye Qingfeng’s figure shot out, speeding toward one direction. There were simply too many good things here, like an immortal’s Treasure Vault, all rare Treasure!
"Compared to the Red Blood Flame, that second Stele is even more extraordinary. It’s a Supreme Treasure I cannot see through. I just don’t know how many pieces this Stele has. I’ve already obtained two. If I can gather them all, it will definitely trigger earth-shaking changes!"
Ye Qingfeng thought, his heart trembling.
Although he didn’t know where the Stele had gone, he could be sure that it was within his own body.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s chest suddenly felt scorching hot. He couldn’t help but touch the Yin Yang Dragon Fish imprint on his chest, his mind shaken—everything seemed to be related to this Yin Yang Dragon Fish Jade Pendant.
And this Jade Pendant had directly merged into Ye Qingfeng’s body; with his current Cultivation insufficient and his Divine Sense not strong enough, he could neither inspect nor control this Jade Pendant.
Ye Qingfeng sped forward at full tilt, his speed pushed to the extreme. The lake that had originally surged to engulf him had already vanished, revealing a vast riverbed, pitted and uneven, extremely difficult to traverse.
Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng discovered that within the misty fog, a broad path was vaguely revealed. He rushed over and stood at the beginning of the path, unable to see its end, as though everything was hidden within the fog.
Here, anything might be a Supreme Treasure that could enhance his strength, or it might be a lethal crisis.
But Ye Qingfeng did not hesitate at all and directly stepped onto the path. He had absolute confidence in his ability to preserve his life and was unwilling to miss any treasure.
Only by rapidly enhancing his strength could he go to the Ancient Martial World to take revenge!
Ye Qingfeng advanced along the way. This path was an uphill slope, with no end in sight—the higher he went, the narrower it became. The road ahead was hazy, appearing fraught with danger.
Ye Qingfeng looked back and found that the way behind seemed to have been sealed, completely buried in the fog.
This path seemed to have become a dead end.
Yet Ye Qingfeng’s expression was incomparably calm as he continued forward. With his experience and trump cards, no matter what happened, he could keep it under control. Following the path upward, with no end in sight, this seemed like a road to tread upon the heavens!
The path ahead could not be clearly seen, but Ye Qingfeng did not stop. He sensed a strange Dao Rhythm, extremely mysterious—there was definitely something astonishing up ahead.
Only the gray fog grew ever heavier; even with Ye Qingfeng’s eyesight, it was hard to pierce through it, and as for his Divine Sense, it couldn’t penetrate at all.
The road was extremely narrow; if it were an ordinary person, they would have long been unable to continue forward, but Ye Qingfeng still advanced, as if walking on a tightrope.
This path was a slope; after walking for so long, he no longer knew how many zhang high he had climbed. If one could not fly, falling from here—even a War Emperor Warrior would be smashed to pieces.
There was no sense of time here; Ye Qingfeng could only calculate it himself—about three days had already passed.
Again, truly strange ripples swept over, like waves in the sea, surging in one wave after another, silent and soundless, yet Ye Qingfeng could still sense the killing intent within.
Fortunately, the Yin Yang Dragon Fish Jade Pendant within his body once again emitted a soft glow, shielding Ye Qingfeng’s flesh, leaving him completely unharmed.
This week, another five days passed.
At last, Ye Qingfeng stopped. Ahead of him was a door—a Bronze Giant Gate.
The gate was cast of bronze, green rust spreading across its surface. Ancient and imposing, it spanned across the sky, shaking the soul!
"This is...?"
Ye Qingfeng’s brows suddenly knit together in slight confusion. This Bronze Giant Gate was simply too shocking, like a gate leading to the heavens, bearing supreme Dao Rhythm.
The Bronze Giant Gate was mottled with rust, yet it did not look broken at all; instead, it was filled with a primordial aura, ancient and profound, its origin impossible to discern.
"Could it be that Cultivators once appeared on Earth? Or perhaps, before me, there were Cultivators who came to Earth?" Ye Qingfeng wondered in his heart.
However, this Bronze Giant Gate absolutely could not be something left behind by an ordinary Cultivator.
This vast and majestic aura swept across the sky, as if between heaven and earth there existed only this Bronze Giant Gate, and behind the gate was a supreme great Dao.
Ye Qingfeng saw a man, his Heavenly Eye already opened, golden light shooting from his forehead, brimming with divine charm, crushing all resistance. Mountains and rivers, grasses and trees all turned to dust beneath the golden light.
Over a dozen powerhouses were directly slain under the golden light, blood spilling across the battlefield, their lives extinguished.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes flickered slightly. That technique was indeed incomparably powerful. He watched as the man wielded a Great Halberd, slaughtering without mercy. Countless experts fell to his hands.
That figure was like an incarnation of invincibility.
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze remained calm. If that figure were still alive, he would absolutely be a super powerhouse.