Chapter 547 - 509: Hundred Poison Green Scale Bone (Part 2)

Chapter 547: Chapter 509: Hundred Poison Green Scale Bone (Part 2)

A handful of Great Demons simply wasn’t enough to sustain the burgeoning development of an entire art.

"Dragon Monarch, as you ordered, I have mobilized my clan and our vassal groups, more than five hundred thousand in total. We’ve seized a good deal of human territory as well. What’s the plan from here? It’s time you gave us a clear explanation. You can’t just keep telling us ’Ancestor Ao commands it’ forever."

A burly, bald man with a towering frame spoke, his voice low and rumbling like distant thunder.

"It’s good enough that Lankao Mountain can hold back the Jinyue Sect for us. If their Red-Eared Ancestor hadn’t consumed an Immortal Peach in his youth, he would have died of old age long ago. Now, he’s barely hanging on. The moment he leaves his Grotto Heaven, he’ll perish. He can’t possibly make a real move. The Celestial Fox ancestor of the Qingqiu Death Sea is in better shape, but the Moral Sect beat all the confidence out of them. Do they really dare to face the Celestial Punishment Peak Master?"

"I have intelligence sources saying there was a disturbance at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain last month. A heavenly punishment split the mountain, and it’s suspected that the Celestial Punishment Peak Master was responsible... If the Moral Sect sends just two Great True Monarchs with a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure, and they gather cultivators from other sects, it will be difficult for us to even retreat!"

The Moral Sect’s Five Peaks each have a Great True Monarch presiding over them.

A major peak like Celestial Punishment Peak, which carries out the Sect’s laws and punishments, even has more than one Great True Monarch.

On the surface, the Moral Sect alone could match the High-Tier Combat Power of the Outer Sea Demon Clan.

"The Moral Sect making a move is exactly what we want. We reside far away in the Outer Sea, while Lankao Mountain and the Qingqiu Death Sea cling to their Holy Mountains. Our race’s voice has not been heard in the mainland for a long time... To crush the Human Race’s will to resist in one fell swoop, the best method is to break their spine!"

The speaker had sharp, handsome features, as if perfectly carved by knife and axe. His expression was wild and untamable, and even when speaking to someone at eye level, he exuded an air of superiority.

His forehead was high and full, his irises were a vibrant cyan, and a faint golden thread was hidden within them.

This was none other than the Dragon Monarch, the current master of the Star Constellation Sea and the unspoken leader of the Outer Sea Demon Clan.

"Don’t be fooled by how many sects challenge the Moral Sect; deep down, they all acknowledge its status... When they see this paragon of the Righteous Dao suffer a crushing defeat at our hands, their fighting spirit will vanish. After that, we can steamroll the entire Eastern Domain!"

"But can we even win...?"

The bald, burly man hesitated. The more he dealt with Human Race Cultivators, the more he understood the power of the Central Domain’s Super Sects.

"Take the Eastern Domain within a hundred years. If you encounter a human Divinity Transformation cultivator, invoke my name."

The Dragon Monarch took out a Memory Crystal. No person could be seen, only a swirling black shadow, but the voice that emerged was filled with authority.

"This is a Law Decree from Ancestor Ao. Brother Tie, you wouldn’t dare to disobey, would you?"

"I will obey the Ancestor’s Law Decree. The Profound Turtle Race will fight to the death at the front lines."

The bald, burly man jumped in fright and hurriedly bowed toward the Memory Crystal.

"The Ancestor has achieved Great Success with his Divine Skill and does not fear Divinity Transformation Cultivators, but the Human Race has so many Great True Monarchs. Even if the three of us were made of iron, we wouldn’t last long."

"No matter. The Ancestor has bestowed an Exotic Treasure upon me. If those Great True Monarchs don’t show up, fine. But if they do, we’ll see to it they are buried in this sea."

The Dragon Monarch patted the bulging sash at his waist, overflowing with confidence.

The bald, burly man was happy to see that someone else would handle the most troublesome enemy.

In terms of strength, he wouldn’t dare boast that he was stronger than the Dragon Monarch.

’But when it comes to self-preservation, no demon below the Divinity Transformation realm is better than me.’

’Even if something unexpected happened, I’m confident I can lead my kin back to our nest.’

After discussing their next objectives, the bald, burly man leaped into the sea and departed, treading upon the waves.

"Brother Whale, be patient a little longer. Once I obtain the Holy Beast Essence Blood, I will surely give you a share. Then you can break free from your bloodline’s shackles and truly be yourself... Once the entire continent becomes the Demon Race’s backyard, we’ll see how long he can hide!"

The Dragon Monarch gently patted a pitch-black reef beside him, his expression grim as he gazed at the distant continent.

The reef actually shifted and began to move. The island beneath it let out a whale’s cry that lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. The entire island shuddered twice, shaking a few sea turtles into the ocean.

Moving closer, one would discover that the long, narrow island was actually an incomparably gigantic Demon Whale, its body covered in green mud, moss, and shellfish.

Some Low-Tier Demon Beasts had even carved out nests on the Demon Whale’s body, treating it as their home.

It was astonishing that the Demon Whale, a Great Demon who ranked among the top three in the Outer Sea besides the Divinity Transformation Elder Dragon, was incapable of even achieving Transformation.

This was because the Demon Whale had inherited the bloodline of an Ancient Wild Beast, which was powerful but difficult to control.

The Desolate Beast Bloodline was incomparably powerful. These beasts were the darlings of the Creation of Heaven and Earth, surrounded by Great Dao True Intent from the moment they were born.

However, for a Demon Beast, possessing a Desolate Beast Bloodline was not entirely a good thing.

The vast majority of Demon Beasts with this bloodline became dull-witted. They grew to enormous sizes and possessed great strength, but their Spiritual Wisdom was inferior even to that of a Tier Three Demon Beast.

The Demon Whale was an exception. Having inherited the bloodline of the ancient Kunpeng, its body seemed to grow without limit.

It had also retained its sharp Spiritual Wisdom. However, despite having grown to Tier Four Peak, it could not even hope to speak, let alone achieve Transformation.

There was another way to completely achieve Refinement of a Desolate Beast Bloodline: to possess an even more powerful bloodline.

In this world, nothing fit that requirement better than the Essence Blood of a Holy Beast.

The Dragon Monarch shared this information with the Demon Whale precisely to prey on its desire for Transformation.

Although this Tier Four Peak Great Demon was incapable of Transformation and unskilled in Magic and Divine Techniques, its physique alone possessed such physical strength that one would wonder if they were truly seeing an Ancient Wild Beast. It was a huge asset.

"Just a little longer. It’s almost time, it really is..."

...

On Two Realms Mountain, heads bobbed and weaved through the crowd.

Judging by the styles of their Daoist Robes, they were not all disciples of the Five Elements Sect. There were also many cultivators from the Hundred Skills Sect, the Celestial Heart Sect, and the Red Flame Sect.

These people all shared a common feature: several Spirit Insect Bags hung from their waists.

Although the Southern Domain was famous for its Insect Gu, the proportion of cultivators who truly practiced the Insect Gu Technique was not very high.

This art was primarily mastered by the native cultivators of the Dian Country. It was only after cultivators from the Central Domain migrated over in increasing numbers that some began to take an interest in it.

It could only be said that the Southern Domain offered significant innate advantages for practicing the Insect Gu Technique.

Sourcing materials locally was convenient for cultivation, and the probability of producing High-Tier Spirit Insects was also greater.

But for every cultivator to be carrying a considerable number of Spirit Insect Bags was certainly not normal; there had to be another reason.

"True Monarch, we have collected another thirteen types of poisons from your list today."

Master Qingmu bowed respectfully. Behind him, a disciple held up a tray bearing exactly thirteen containers of various shapes and sizes.

"Good. Transcribe the conditions they require and submit them to me. I will fulfill them as soon as possible."

Bai Zichen set down his fragrant tea, took the tray with a hint of delight, and stored all the containers away.

"The established rewards will remain in effect. I have other important matters to attend to, so I must trouble your esteemed sect with this."

Ever since deciding to come to the Hundred Thousand Evil and cultivate his next Immortal Bone, the Hundred Poison Green Scale Bone, Bai Zichen had been researching how to gather nine hundred and ninety-nine different types of poisons.

For him to traverse the Hundred Thousand Evil alone, it could take decades or even centuries.

Sometimes, such matters had nothing to do with one’s Cultivation. When luck was against you, you could dig three feet deep and still find nothing.

So, he quickly decided to borrow the strength of the Dian Country’s cultivators to help him collect the poisons.

He remained hidden, using the Five Elements Sect’s name to invite the three Nascent Soul Major Sects of the Dian Country to a ceremony.

When the banquet was in full swing, Bai Zichen made a quiet appearance and, along with the upper echelons of the three sects, established a list for the acquisition of poisons.

Previously, such an action would have been rather high-profile.

Hiding in the background was not a particularly clever tactic; anyone with an interest could uncover the true instigator with little effort.

However, everyone’s attention was currently captivated by the war between the two races in the Central Domain, and the distant Cultivation Realm of the Dian Country was no exception.

Furthermore, the Qingqiu Death Sea was certainly being watched by cultivators from the Moral Sect.

For a time, the Dian Country became the most stable rear area, giving him enough room to make his moves.

Using the excuse that he needed to refine a Magical Treasure, Bai Zichen requested the collection of nine hundred and ninety-nine poisonous substances. Within ten days of his request, over two hundred types of poisonous insects had been delivered.

These were mainly common poisonous insects or items from the various sects’ collections. The task would inevitably become more difficult later on, and the rate of acquisition would slow down.

He offered Spirit Stones, Magical Treasures, and various Spiritual Materials as rewards... As long as you had poisonous insects, everything was negotiable.

The reason the disciples of the various sects were so enthusiastic was mainly because the three major sects had made collecting poisonous substances a top priority and were pushing it forward.

Of course, this was all because of Bai Zichen’s influence.

Word of Bai Zichen’s actions in the Central Domain’s Great Li had already spread back to the Southern Domain, causing the three sects to secretly rejoice that True Monarch Bai had been merciful that day and had not gotten serious with them.

Otherwise, the Dian Country today would not even be able to scrape together a single Nascent Soul Sect.