Chapter 493 434: They Just Crave My Body

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—

The Purgatory Grand Universe was filled with the endless smoke of war!

The Bullfighting Drum thundered like colossal lightning.

Its continuous, rolling tremors resounded in all directions, echoing across the battlefield.

It amplified the Essence, Qi, Spirit, and morale of the soldiers in the Dragon-slaying Battlefield as they fought and killed Golden Divine Dragons larger than the structure of a universe.

The moment the battle began, it instantly reached a fever pitch.

King against king, general against general.

The two Peak Quasi-Emperors wielded their Emperor's Weapons, clashing head-on in the center of the grand universe. They repeatedly tore the Purgatory Grand Universe apart, only for it to be restored by the endless bloody miasma of the Mire of Flesh and Mud.

The battlefield was brutal and dangerous to the extreme!

Saints were nothing but cannon fodder.

A single clash between the two sides would kill them in droves!

Even Great Saints, who could annihilate a hundred-billion-light-year Star Sea with a flick of their fingers in the outside world, fell in waves. Saint Masters barely escaped with their lives, and only Venerables were strong enough to act as generals and move freely across the battlefield!

BUZZZZ—

In a corner of the battlefield, space-time shattered!

Three Quasi-Emperor Weapons, like three Little Cosmoses, pressed down on the dimensions of space-time, carving out this section of the battlefield and plunging it into endless darkness.

The boundless, endless pressure climbed exponentially.

It nearly shattered the field of Wu Dao's Primordial Magnetic Armor, as if he were shouldering the mass of countless Star Seas piled together. Even his physical body was trembling!

'Three female dragons?'

Wu Dao's gaze was domineering and cold. His spine was as straight as a Heaven-Supporting Divine Pillar, refusing to bend. Through the information carried by the magnetic particles, he observed the three Great Venerables of the Candle Dragon Race who were suppressing the domain.

Compared to the Golden Dragon Clan, whose members had wild and majestic physiques with the heads of dragons and bodies of men, each one looking like a Super Saiyan, these three female Candle Dragons maintained their human forms. They were graceful and slender, dressed in Feathered Robes, each a peerless beauty for the ages, so stunning they defied description and conformed to the aesthetic standards of any intelligent life form.

More importantly, these three female dragons possessed an innate, lofty, and noble temperament, like Dragon Emperors looking down upon all ages. Those with inferior bloodlines wouldn't even dare to harbor a single blasphemous thought about them.

The powerful, on the other hand, would be filled with an endless desire to conquer them.

But this was very difficult.

Because these three female dragons came from the strongest Di Race, the Candle Dragon Race. Each one's strength had reached the level of Great Venerable Twenty Heavens!

Not only had they advanced on three paths simultaneously, but they had also cultivated various top-tier Great Divine Techniques from the Candle Dragon Race and the Mountain and Sea Realm. They were virtually unrivaled within their realm and could easily kill enemies of a higher cultivation level!

"Kneel!!"

BZZT!

Seemingly sensing Wu Dao's stubborn resistance, one of the three female Candle Dragons—the tallest and most curvaceous one, with a snow-white palace dress, her silver hair in a high bun, a jade-like neck, and a cold, domineering expression—parted her crimson lips.

She gave Wu Dao a look of extreme dissatisfaction, like she was scolding a disobedient pet, and increased the suppressive power of her Quasi-Emperor Weapon.

'Kneel? Heh.'

A wild, arrogant smile spread across Wu Dao's face. He could tell that these three vixens weren't trying to kill him, but rather to suppress and capture him.

Otherwise, they would have fully activated the Quasi-Emperor Weapons by now.

'To slice me up for research?'

'Or perhaps...'

"Why don't you let me die with an answer?"

Wu Dao asked curiously while withstanding the suppressive force of the Quasi-Emperor Weapons. He was continuously falling into a deeper, darker space, leaving the clamorous, chaotic battlefield far behind.

Unexpectedly, one of the female dragons actually answered him.

"Hee hee hee~ Of course."

Beside the mature female dragon in the snow-white palace dress, a fiery female dragon with wavy, flowing blond hair was more unrestrained. Dressed only in golden underclothes, she coquettishly twirled a lock of hair with her slender fingers. Her cherry-red lips parted to spit out two cold words:

"For breeding."

"..."

Wu Dao's expression stiffened. He narrowed his eyes and said, "What did you say?"

'Breeding?'

'I understand what that means.'

'Or is it some kind of slang from the Mountain and Sea Realm?'

"That's right. It's exactly what you think it is. Mating, procreating, continuing a bloodline."

The third and most petite female dragon had pink, ankle-length hair and delicate, bare feet. She stretched lazily and yawned, her chest rising and falling like waves. Then, she licked her lips, cupped her face, and said excitedly,

"I can't believe it's true. My entire bloodline is screaming with hunger. This is perfect! My compatibility period is almost here.

If I give birth to a baby,

its bloodline purity will definitely be the greatest in the Great Wilderness, surpassing even that of the Primordial Races."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, little one. The Qiongqi Primordial Race of West Mountain is determined to have him. Besides, it's not even certain this will work out," the golden-haired female dragon chided with a smile.

The mature female dragon in the snow-white palace dress frowned, seeming somewhat resistant, but the hunger in her blood quickly won out.

The three female dragons' unrestrained discussion and their naked, greedy gazes made the smile on Wu Dao's face grow increasingly... amiable.

'Three sluts?'

'No.'

'This is just the basic nature of a Mountain and Sea Desolate Divine Seed.'

Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, the nobler a race's bloodline, the harder it is for them to produce offspring. Yet, the nobler their bloodline, the more powerful they are by nature. It's a vicious cycle.

The result is that the higher up the bloodline hierarchy of the Mountain and Sea Realm one goes, the fewer members a race has.

It often takes millions or even tens of millions of years to produce a single heir, making their bloodlines extremely precious and difficult to continue.

This was also why, back then, the Taotie Race, a Primordial Race from North Mountain, was willing to go to war over Yaya.

Wu Dao didn't know how his Primordial Magnetic Great Body had been exposed while he was wearing the Bitter Dust Robe, but he suspected it had something to do with a Dao Artifact from the Mountain and Sea Realm.

He only knew that if measured in terms of bloodline, the bloodline from his Essence of the Great Dao was leagues ahead of the Four Great Primordial Races. Any child he fathered could be considered an Innate Dao Body.

A bloodline of this caliber was naturally a fatal temptation to the Mountain and Sea Desolate Divine Seeds, which placed extreme importance on bloodline inheritance.

This point was evident from Yaya's pathological devotion during their second meeting—a desire so strong it was as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

The "breeding" the two female dragons spoke of was naturally not some primitive, low-level method. Once Extraordinary beings reached a certain level, their very life forms were completely different.

Spiritual union, meridian union, source union, Dao union...

They emulated the resonance of the Great Dao to conceive new life.