Chapter 244 The Terrifying Dragon Corpse

Chen Mo stared at the direction where the corpse disappeared for a few moments before letting out a long breath.

The power of his water control ability in the water far exceeded his expectations.

Both the water tornado and the pressure were far superior to his other techniques.

If we had encountered that monster on land, it would have taken us quite a bit of trouble.

But in the water, it only takes a few breaths.

Chen Mo licked his lips, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. If he added a spell like the Mystic Ice Spike to the water tornado, he wondered if the destructive power could be doubled.

.....

Keep going.

The river ahead widens further, and the underground river forms a huge underground lake here.

Finally, an open space appeared by the lake.

The water temperature here has dropped a few degrees.

The chill that seeped in was even more intense, and even with his true energy protecting him, Chen Mo couldn't help but shiver.

He controlled the water flow, pushing himself onto the open space on the lake shore.

The open space wasn't very big, but it wasn't small either; it could barely accommodate seven or eight people standing.

Several stalactites hang from the rock face at the top, and water droplets slowly condense on the tips of the stones, taking a long time to fall.

Tick, tick...

The sound of water was exceptionally clear in this quiet space.

Chen Mo squatted down, his fingers lightly touching the ground.

Amidst the grayish-white rock fragments, several stones were arranged to form the outline of a circular fire pit.

On one side of the fire pit, several pebbles were piled together, half-buried in the rock debris.

He brushed aside the surface sediment and found a dark, lumpy object under the rubble, which looked like a piece of wood.

Clearly, someone had been here before and even lit a fire.

He looked around and compared the details the old hag had mentioned earlier; this should be the entrance to the underworld.

I took out my pocket watch and glanced at it; it was exactly 4:30.

There's still some time before dawn.

"Let's recover our mana first."

Chen Mo sat cross-legged in the center of the open space, summoned four shadow puppets to keep watch, and then closed his eyes to begin recovering his mana.

Although the water control technique wasn't heavily depleted during that ordeal, it did take a toll on my mental energy.

The situation in the underworld was unknown. Although the witch had said there was no danger inside, he still planned to be in peak condition before going in.

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The power of Yin flowed slowly through the meridians, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of dripping water could be heard. Occasionally, a tiny ripple would appear on the lake surface, splashing against the shore with a soft pattering sound.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Chen Mo opened his eyes, his magical power and spirit having been fully restored.

It was almost dawn, and without further delay, he walked to the innermost rock wall in the clearing.

The rock face looked ordinary, uneven, and covered with a thin layer of grayish-white sediment.

He held the Tianxi Tongbao coin between his thumb and forefinger, channeled his magic power, and drew a line down the rock face.

"open."

The rock wall began to melt, and the scratch, like a wound, slowly split open to both sides, revealing an entrance to the underworld.

Yin energy surged out from the crack, like the door of a cold storage room being opened, with countless thick fogs billowing out from within.

Chen Mo placed his left hand on the copper coin, continuously channeling his magical power to maintain the entrance.

With his right hand, he took out a small paper figure from his storage space.

"go."

He held the paper figure in his palm, took a deep breath, and blew it into the crack.

The paper figure, like a fallen leaf, drifted into the thick darkness.

Chen Mo separated a wisp of his consciousness, attached it to the paper figure, and surveyed the environment of this underworld.

After the red moon descended a hundred years ago, the underworld was split into countless spaces of varying sizes, isolated from each other.

Each fragment retains its own unique laws and dangers; some are barren and lifeless, while others give rise to bizarre creatures never before seen in the outside world.

The moment the paper figure passed through the crack, the consciousness attached to it felt a bone-chilling cold.

Before they even took a step, an immense pressure rolled down on them like a mountain collapsing.

Chen Mo only had time to sense the grayish-white void and the incomplete blood moon in the sky before the paper figure fell to the ground with a thud, unable to move at all.

He tried to manipulate the paper figure to struggle, but it was to no avail.

That dragon's might was not just an overwhelming force, but also an absolute suppression in terms of bloodline and rank.

Paper figures, being low-level spiritual objects, are not even ants in the face of dragon might. It is already lucky that their spiritual consciousness is not shattered on the spot.

Chen Mo decisively gave up the manipulation and withdrew that wisp of consciousness.

The paper figure lay motionless on the ground, only able to transmit a fixed image.

The sky was gray, the moon was a dark red blood moon, and the ground was pitch black, leaving no room to even look up.

He opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

"Dragon's might is stronger than expected."

Although we didn't get much useful information, we at least confirmed one thing: the old hag's information was accurate.

This fragment of the underworld does indeed contain a black dragon; otherwise, it would be impossible for such a terrifying pressure to permeate the entire space.

However, this also brings up a new problem.

Chen Mo originally planned to have the paper figure first find out the location of the black dragon's corpse, and then plan a safe route.

Now, the paper figures are crushed as soon as they enter, so this path is blocked.

You can only go in yourself.

But the risks of going in personally are much greater than expected.

The paper figures were all crushed like that, so while his real body wouldn't be completely immobilized inside, his movements would certainly be greatly affected.

Fortunately, the old hag mentioned something else.

Because of the dragon's immense power, no evil spirits or ghosts can survive in this fragment of the underworld.

The black dragon's aura has a natural restraint on all evil and malevolent things, so although that space is called the underworld, it is actually very clean.

The only thing we need to deal with is Dragon's Might itself.

And find the most suitable location to suppress evil spirits.

Chen Mo stood up, took the Tianxi Tongbao in his hand, and stepped into the rift.

Within the rift, thick, yin energy, carrying with it a suffocating dragon's might, rushed towards us.

The moment his feet touched the ground, his knees nearly buckled.

The oppressive force was ten times more terrifying than what the paper figure had sensed.

It wasn't just the simple pressure, but also a tremor that rose from the depths of my soul.

Rank!

"Damn, they've been dead for only a few years, yet they're still this terrifying?"

He stood ramrod straight, managing to withstand the first wave of impact.

A grayish-white sky stretched overhead, with a crescent-shaped blood moon hanging on the horizon, staining the entire land a murky dark red.

The black gravel on the ground crunched underfoot, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

The dragon's might is omnipresent, permeating every breath of air.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and circulated the Yin energy within his body.

True Qi surges through the meridians, resisting external pressure.

However, the dragon's might was too domineering, and the rate at which true energy was consumed was several times faster than usual, requiring a huge price to pay for every step taken.

This is just the beginning.

He took a step forward, and the gravel beneath his feet sank in, leaving fine cracks around his footprint.

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It wasn't that the ground was too soft, but that the burden on his body was too heavy. The pressure exerted by the dragon's might had increased his weight several times over, making each step feel like carrying a small mountain on his back.

Step two...

Step three...

With each step he took, Long Wei grew stronger.

Chen Mo's breathing became heavy, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, freezing into ice crystals by the yin energy before they even hit the ground.

far away.

The valley was in sight, the place where the black dragon's corpse was buried.

The black dragon's spine lay like a mountain ridge in the center of the valley, at least several hundred steps away.

At the current speed, it would take at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to walk this distance.

However, the internal energy within him probably won't last that long.

Chen Mo stopped in his tracks, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Eight thick bone spears burst forth from his back, tearing flesh with a dull thud, gleaming coldly against the greyish-white sky.

The bone spear bent, its end piercing the ground, lifting Chen Mo's body off the gravel.

The dragon's might was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on the bone spear, causing it to creak and groan as if it might break at any moment.

The baleful patterns on the surface of the bones faintly appeared, and they withstood the crushing force.

"Fortunately, the Fiend Bone withstood the attack. All my efforts in cultivating it to perfection were worthwhile."

Chen Mo secretly rejoiced, like a spider, with all four limbs on the ground, his eight bone spears protruding in turn, dragging his body forward.

It was a bit faster than walking, but far from easy.

Each time the bone spear is driven into the ground, it leaves a deep hole in the gravel.

The dragon's might was so heavy that it pressed the earth in this space so firmly that ordinary soil became as hard as iron, and each piercing of the bone spear required considerable effort.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the black dragon's spine that resembled a mountain ridge in the distance.

Under the gray-white sky, the spine stood out conspicuously.

Each vertebra was as large as a millstone, its surface covered with a dark obsidian luster, and even after countless years of death, it still exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

The source of the dragon's might lies there.

The closer you get, the greater the pressure.

When Chen Mo was still three hundred paces away from the valley, the bone spear had penetrated the ground to twice the depth it had initially reached.

It wasn't that he deliberately inserted it deeper, but rather that the ground had become harder under the dragon's might, and the bone spear needed greater force to penetrate deep enough to support his body.

"This can't go on."

Chen Mo estimated in his mind that at the current rate of consumption, even if all the Yin energy was used up, it wouldn't last until the center of the valley.

He slowed down, carefully sensing the omnipresent pressure.

The dragon's might is not evenly distributed.

Like the tide, it rises and falls, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Chen Mo keenly grasped this pattern and began to adjust his pace.

When the dragon's might weakened, he thrust out all eight spears and crawled forward at lightning speed.

Once the rhythm was found, the speed was actually faster than before.

As they got closer to the valley, the dragon's might became increasingly terrifying.

Even during the brief moments when the pressure was lessening, it was already approaching the limit of what Chen Mo could withstand.

Blood began to seep from his seven orifices.

Dark red blood streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the black gravel.

The Yin energy contained in the blood reacted slightly with the Yin energy on the ground, producing tiny wisps of white smoke.

Thirty steps.

.....

Twenty steps.

.....

Ten steps.

.....

Arrived.

The bone spear finally pierced the earth at the edge of the valley.

Chen Mo's body hung precariously on the edge of the valley, supported by eight bone spears, like a giant spider clinging to the edge of a cliff.

The valley unfolded beneath his feet, and on that dark red plain lay a skeleton of unimaginable size.

Chen Mo's pupils shrank sharply, and he froze on the spot.

That was a mountain range.

The black dragon's spine stretches from the eastern end of the valley to the western end, winding and undulating for hundreds of feet.

Each vertebra is the size of a carriage, with its spinous processes towering like spears, pointing straight to the gray-white sky.

Broken ribs were scattered along both sides of the spine, some intact, some shattered, stuck haphazardly in the dark red soil.

Even though the head was hundreds of feet away, Chen Mo could still clearly see its hideous outline.

The dragon's head was half-buried in the soil, and its two horns, like withered trees, pointed obliquely to the sky, each several feet long.

The entire dragon corpse had been completely petrified, its surface covered with a layer of dark black mineral crystals that gleamed eerily under the blood moon.

The crystals resembled a continuation of dragon scales, or a stone coffin that the earth had forged for this giant dragon.

The air around the dragon corpse was distorted.

Even though it has been dead for countless years, the lingering power of this black dragon is still enough to crush any living being that dares to approach.

Chen Mo stood at the top of the slope, the eight bone spikes behind him trembling slightly, not from fear, but from shock.

He had assumed that the black dragon's corpse was just a rather large skeleton, at most a dozen feet long.

But the dragon corpse in front of us is at least three hundred feet tall.

A colossal creature, three hundred feet tall, lay sprawled across the earth.

In its presence, Chen Mo felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and his gaze swept from the dragon corpse's head to its tail, finally landing on a spot in the middle of its spine.

There is a clear break there.

The spine was broken, and the bone at the fracture point was almost pure black, with a faint purple glow on its surface.

The purplish-black mist slowly seeped out from the break, condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air, and then quietly dissipated.

That is the source of the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha.

Over the long years, the dragon corpse continuously released residual dragon energy, which merged with the malevolent energy of the underworld, forming the purplish-black mist at the fracture point.

That mist was not ordinary miasma, but a superior form of malevolent energy that cultivators at the Condensation Realm dreamed of: the Black Dragon Profound Netherworld Malevolent Energy.

Chen Mo licked his chapped lips, his gaze becoming intense.

We must find the location of the dragon's heart.

That was the place where the dragon corpse's malevolent energy was most concentrated, yet also the gentlest.

Like the eye of a storm.

The outer periphery of the storm was raging with strong winds, but the eye of the storm was surprisingly calm.

The same principle applies to the Dragon's Heart position; it is the source of malevolent energy, from which it surges out and spreads outward.

The concentration is highest at the source, but the flow is the most stable, making it the most suitable for condensing evil spirits.

Chen Mo retracted the bone spear and slowly lowered his body from the edge of the valley.

The moment his feet touched the ground at the bottom of the valley, a dragon's might several times stronger than that above the valley crashed down, causing his knees to buckle and him to almost kneel on the ground.

The bone spear plunged into the ground, supporting his body.

He frowned and frantically circulated the power of Yin.

The air at the bottom of the valley is completely different from that at the top.

The black dragon Xuanming Sha spread from the dragon corpse, filling the entire valley space.

With each breath, I could feel fine particles of malevolent energy entering my mouth and nose, then traveling down my trachea into my lungs.

Those particles carried a chilling coldness and were even highly corrosive...

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