Chapter 237 Someone is coming back
Lan Tuobai’s eyes fell on the shiny bone stick. After a careful inspection, he found that its surface was engraved with the marks of exotic birds and beasts. These patterns were lifelike, as if each one contained an ancient and powerful law. He couldn’t help but take a breath: Could it be that these runes were refined and imprinted with the essence of the divine bone like before?
If this is true, the value of this bone stick is simply inestimable! It is not only a weapon, but also a treasure house containing endless mysteries. Every inch of it condenses the purest power between heaven and earth.

Everyone watched eagerly as the old saint handled the remains of the crocodile ancestor with swift movements, leaving not even a bone residue, completely cutting off the thoughts of those who wanted to pick up the missing crew members. The old man seemed to sense their gazes, turned his head and glanced, then stretched out a big hand and directly split the remaining meat mountain into two halves, and a piece of divine meat weighing more than 100,000 kilograms was sent over.

The crew retreated in a hurry. To people of their level, a saint is like a god standing high in the clouds, and a drop of blood or a bone can easily kill a powerful person. The terrifying law contained in such a large piece of divine flesh is definitely a terrifying killing weapon.

The old saint seemed to have noticed this, and after a moment of contemplation, he once again offered up the Dao fire and began to roast the huge piece of divine meat. He divided it into hundreds and thousands of pieces, which rolled in the flames, emitting an alluring fragrance. At the same time, his palms slashed through the void like a knife, and with his supreme magic power, he extracted strands of red blood from the meat, which gathered into a blazing river of light, steaming up bursts of mist.

This is refining medicine! Zixia had seen this primitive and domineering method in Laozi’s “Alchemy Classic” – directly extracting the essence from the blood of the demon saint, whether it is the blood in the flesh or the blood that had been spilled on the earth earlier, all were guided to flow into the palm of the old saint like a river. This is the method of “putting Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed”!

The blood floated in the air like a small lake, and finally fell into the old saint’s palm. He flew his hands, hammering and tempering, and slashed away all the murderous aura and chaotic laws one by one, leaving only the purest divine brilliance. The whole process was accompanied by a roar, and the air on Mars seemed to be ignited, and the light reflected in all directions.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a large amount of dirty blood poured down from the old saint’s palm like a waterfall, and was thrown away on the desolate surface of Mars. In his palm, however, there were red clouds rising into the sky, surrounded by a strong auspicious aura. Hundreds of pills were circling in his palm, and four red pills the size of longan were particularly eye-catching. They were crystal clear, as if carved from red agate, and exuded a refreshing fragrance.

The old saint waved his hand and handed the four largest red pills to Zixia, Ye Fan, Ji Ziyue and Longma. A warm current instantly rushed over, making people’s pores relax, as if bathed in fairy light, as if their souls were sublimated. The rest of the small pills were distributed to Zixia’s crew members, a few each, and everyone had a share.

The crew members who got the elixir were ecstatic. This kind of precious elixir is hard to find in the world. Even if you just smell the fragrance, you can feel the leap of spiritual energy in your body. Only this terrifying existence in front of you can refine such a treasure against the will of heaven.

Zixia took the red pill and looked at it carefully. She found that there were faint runes flowing inside it, as if a complete miniature world was sealed. She sniffed it gently and suddenly felt her whole body transparent, and even her foundation of Taoism was stabilized a little. Ye Fan couldn’t wait to swallow one, and immediately felt a great vitality rushing into his limbs and bones. His body, which was on the verge of limit due to swallowing too much holy meat, quickly recovered its balance.

Ji Ziyue held the pill in her hands with a look of surprise on her face, and whispered: “Is this the Demon Saint Pill? It is indeed extraordinary.” Longma swallowed it without hesitation and burped with satisfaction: “It feels so good! I should have eaten a few more pieces of meat if I had known earlier!”

At this moment, the old saint Dongfang Taiyi was in a good mood, with a long-lost sense of ease between his brows. Back then, he embarked on the path of cultivation for the future of the weak human race. After practicing the true art of the sun to the extreme, he resolutely turned to the way of the moon, trying to create an unprecedented method of fusion of yin and yang. However, this road is destined to be full of thorns. At first, his realm advanced by leaps and bounds, but when the power of the moon also reached the realm of perfection, two completely opposite forces clashed fiercely in his body. Even an existence like him who had touched the threshold of the quasi-emperor could not completely dissolve the violent energy of the conflict between yin and yang. In order to survive, his body gradually generated another consciousness to cope with the destructive crisis brought about by the imbalance of yin and yang. From then on, he turned into a noble existence like a god during the day, and fell into a bloodthirsty and crazy demon at night. “God in the daytime and demon at night” is not a simple state switch, but an extreme confrontation between divinity and demonism. The two are incompatible like water and fire, but they depend on each other and barely maintain a fragile balance.

Until today, a ray of the power of creation from the origin of chaos from Zixia was injected into his body. Although it was only a tiny trace, it was enough to change everything. The power of chaos has the characteristic of reconciling all things. It is like a bridge, slightly merging his originally conflicting yin and yang forces. The old saint felt that his demonic nature no longer had any need to exist – the gentle power from chaos had completely suppressed the part that had once been out of control.

However, he also clearly realized that this kind of external help is a double-edged sword. Although it solved the current dilemma, it also locked his upper limit in the way of Yin and Yang. Even if he can continue to break through in the future, he may not be able to truly achieve the Great Dao in his lifetime. But for Dongfang Taiyi, who has experienced countless painful struggles, such a result is enough to make people happy. After all, compared with the endless tearing and torture, this peace now is a blessing from God.

Until this moment, Ye Fan still felt that everything was like a dream. The ancient divine crocodile, once a mighty and rampant existence, has now become a delicacy on the plate, being thoroughly “enjoyed” without any waste. Recalling the past experiences, Ye Fan’s heart was filled with mixed feelings. Many of the misfortunes and pains buried deep in his memory were closely related to this crocodile ancestor – the tragic death of his classmates, the separation of his best friends, and the crises that almost killed him. He had sworn countless times with gritted teeth that if he could kill this beast with his own hands one day, he would eat its flesh and drink its blood to relieve the hatred in his heart.

However, he never expected that this day would actually come, and in such an absurd and shocking way.

At this moment, in an ancient tomb in the Big Dipper Star Region, Li Xiaoman and Hua Yunfei were shuttling between mottled stone walls and broken coffins. They seemed to be “archaeologically” doing this in pairs, but in fact, every step was full of mysteries. Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the depths of Li Xiaoman’s eyes, like the scorching sun penetrating the haze. She felt that the confrontation with the crocodile ancestor’s divine fetus in her body had tilted for the first time – although it was still a stalemate of you in me and me in you, she clearly realized that she had the upper hand.

“What’s wrong? Junior Sister Xiaoman.” Hua Yunfei keenly noticed her change and asked in a low voice. He was playing with an ancient jade pendant in his hand, but his eyes were always on her.

Li Xiaoman came back to her senses, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: “Nothing, I just feel that… someone is coming back”

(End of this chapter)