Chapter 424: Chapter 424

424: Chapter 411: The Pure Land on the Apex of the Heart 424: Chapter 411: The Pure Land on the Apex of the Heart Fang Geyu, whose body had been relentlessly flowing downwards amidst the sea of flames, finally shifted her trajectory in an abnormally precise manner, meeting the serpent as it once again exhaled to take a breath.

A volcanic eruption of a fiery wave assaulted her, and Fang Geyu’s blood bones were once more obliterated into ash within the flames.

Only her heart remained, slapped by the fiery waves into even deeper recesses of the dragon’s abdomen.

The silk threads still tirelessly emitted a white luminescence, and throughout the lengthy process, Fang Geyu’s body gradually reassembled and repaired itself.

Amidst intense agony, she slowly awakened.

The air around her was refreshing and slightly cool, with no hint of fiery heat to sear the flesh.

The light, cooling breeze brought a slight relief to Fang Geyu’s scorching and stinging pain.

Grasping her sword, she slowly knelt up, her expressionless face observing the thin Barrier in front of her, slowly healing after being punctured by the Ten Directions Sword, the filthy and scorching air from outside unable to penetrate in the slightest.

Who could have thought that inside the belly of a giant serpent, there could be such a serene and tranquil small space?

The Spiritual Power here was immensely abundant, easily on par with a spiritual mountain capable of founding a sect.

The rich Spiritual Power had actually materialized into a visible Spiritual Radiance, clean and clear, permeating the heartbeat in the darkness.

The will of the Evil God within the sword had not vanished, yet it had fallen into a prolonged silence.

Fang Geyu provocatively weighed the sword in her hand, her lips curling up scornfully, “Weren’t you quite chatty just a moment ago?”

“It’s really quite difficult to understand,” the voice arose again, its tone deep and uncertain, “that under the torment of being consumed by raging flames, dying in endless cycles, you could still calmly analyze the situation and find such a path for yourself.”

Fang Geyu scoffed, slowly lifting her arm as the dense Spiritual Power, like fireflies, gently fell onto her soft pink skin, tenderly saturating her body.

The depleted spiritual veins within her body merged with the babbling stream of Spiritual Power, and her high-temperature, slightly reddened skin also gradually cooled down.

The girl’s skin returned to an enticing delicate fairness, her pitch-black pupils shining brightly, reflecting the Spiritual Radiance, like a newly blossomed flower.

“Idly waiting for a calamity to favor me is not my style, Fang Geyu.

Since I’m still alive, surely I must do something about it.”

Fang Geyu smiled subtly, looking down at the flowing crimson liquid beneath her feet, only then realizing that this small space resembled a shallow Blood Pool.

The bright red liquid was, of course, blood, barely enough to immerse the ankles of the young girl.

This blood was not viscous; instead, it was as lucid and glossy as clear water.

Fang Geyu, standing in the Blood Pool, felt no repulsion or bloodiness.

Instead, she felt an incomparable clarity and cleanliness.

The cool fresh blood slipped over her toes, giving an oddly gentle sensation.

Different from the destructive Dragon Breath outside the Barrier, the Blood Pool conveyed a sense of calm, as if silently guarded by a force.

Fang Geyu scooped up a palmful of fresh blood, took a delicate sniff, and found the scent warm and fresh, brimming with vitality and life force, hardly like the stale blood of many years.

“This is the Dragon Clan’s core blood.” The Sword Qi of the Ten Directions Sword swirled again, forming a snow-clothed figure, the Evil Goddess with golden eyes gazed at the Blood Pool, her eyes betraying a hint of amazement.

“I have never seen such gentle and clean core blood from any of the Dragon Clan.”

Dragons are naturally violent, born rulers, fond of slaughter and conquest.

She had harvested countless dragon hearts, and the core blood from those hearts was undoubtedly majestic, aloof, and proud.

The Dragon Clan is better at destruction than protection.

The Dragon Blood, as brilliant as rubies, flowed from between Fang Geyu’s fingers: “So it seems, I have fallen into the heart of the great serpent.”

The serpent, at the cost of its own heart, formed a tiny space, hiding a clean and fresh spot of core blood, filled with a sense of protection everywhere.

Then, naturally, hidden here was a secret of the serpent that no one knew about.

Fang Geyu’s gaze shifted sharply as she spotted a Dragon Bone altar in the center of the Blood Pool, upon which lay a corpse.

The altar was not high, positioned just so that the skeleton bathed in the blood.

The serpent’s core blood was so pure that despite the skeleton having soaked for many years, the bones remained like new, even emanating a jade-like luster.

Suspended above the skeleton’s brow was a heart the size of a palm.

That was the serpent’s heart, vastly different from its colossal, terrifying body, it was notably small, and after guarding for so many years, it had eroded to this state, exhausting all its purity to nourish the Divine Mansion of the corpse.

The soul extinguished, the Divine Mansion fallen.

Yet this was but an empty effort, merely dissipating its pure Divine Power.

Left alone within the bronze ocean, it wasn’t out of curiosity that the serpent had lost its wisdom here, degenerating into a calamitous beast.

Using bones as the medium, blood as the shield, heart as the guardian.

It was apparent that the serpent of the Dragon Clan had entrusted all its pride to this nameless skeleton.

The serpent, stripped of its Divinity, had still left behind a pure land.

The Blood Pool that tinged the white bones was capable of being so poignantly beautiful.

Fang Geyu was moved, a phrase involuntarily coming to mind.

All beings have spirits, lives interdependent, fated to accompany.

Fang Geyu looked again at the skeleton, which seemed to be that of an adult human male, the flesh long gone, leaving only white bones.

To her surprise, the attire on this skeleton belonged to a Mortal World cultivator.

It would not have surprised her so much if it were ordinary attire, but she recognized the origin of this particular dress.

A black and red sword robe, embroidered with mountains, rivers, the sun and moon, a nocturnal Qilin, and the white feathers tangled on the bony fingertips were none other than the ultimate symbol of stature of the Xijian Sect’s Sect Master, Gong Yu!

Could this person be the Sect Master of the Xijian Sect?

Fang Geyu naturally did not think this person was the current Sword Master Yu.

Sword Master Yu was the eighteenth Sect Master of the Xijian Sect, still in the Mortal World and not yet ascended.

The Gong Yu was also an object accompanying all previous Sect Masters; upon their death, the Gong Yu would be buried alongside them.

Fang Geyu didn’t know which generation Sect Master this person was, but the revelation that sent shocks through her was this:

The calamitous serpent of legends, it actually had such a close connection with the Tianxi Sword!

Why had she never heard any rumors of the Xijian Sect keeping the Dragon Clan?

If this news were to be released to the world, it would surely shock everyone.

Fang Geyu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tumultuous emotions inside her.

Then, the Evil God’s tempting voice once again resonated: “Dragon Clan core blood, a divine item so rare it takes ten thousand years to encounter, possessing the ability to refine the body.

If you absorb the core blood here, your body will rival that of deities, and you will no longer fear the pain of being burnt by external flames.”

Fang Geyu snorted coldly, flicking the sword body forcefully with her finger, said: “Those words really lack standards.

So what if I’m not afraid of being burnt by raging flames?

What of it if my body is akin to a deity’s?

If I cannot pierce through the scales of the serpent, I would still be eternally sealed inside the dragon’s belly.”

She had no ties with the serpent, yet she was moved by its single-minded dedication to protect one person through countless lifetimes.

Such a noble being, willing to become a monster, just to leave a clean and crimson spot for a soulless shell.

She had no need to tarnish this blood for her own selfish desires.

A deity might transform the body, but soil the heart.

Such a self-disgusting act; she couldn’t bring herself to do it.