Eternal Holy Emperor

Chapter 1103 - 1008: Fishing for the Defiant Lifeform

The elder remained silent, yet in that very moment, he shed all traces of his usual simplicity and unremarkable presence, appearing deeply focused.

Although he did not exude a formidable Dao power, Ye Chen’s keen perception picked up on a heavy air as he looked at the elder—this elder was undoubtedly a terrifying entity of world-shocking magnitude.

Moreover, Ye Chen was curious about what the elder was fishing for in the lake, that warranted such intense concentration.

He opened the Heavenly Eye, deep and filled with Dao runes, yet it couldn’t penetrate the lake. All he could see was a vague mist within the lake, containing wisps of Chaos ancient energy, shrouded in unfathomable heavenly mechanisms, concealing everything, even the Heavenly Eye couldn’t pierce through the illusions.

This lake was indeed peculiar.

The elder spoke voluntarily: "This is the Primitive Lake, a lake that has existed since the Heaven and Earth Creation of the Ancient Emperor Realm, accompanied by Chaos Qi Mechanism, able to obscure any scrutiny unless one ventures into the depths of the Primitive Lake."

Ye Chen understood and asked: "Elder, may I dare ask what you are fishing for?"

"A heaven-defying creature," the elder said, his eyes filled with wisdom, observing the Primitive Lake.

"Heaven-defying creature?" Ye Chen’s face showed shock. Since the elder said so, he shouldn’t be deceiving him. But what kind of heaven-defying creature required such seriousness from the elder?

Chen’er blinked her jet-black eyes, while holding Yi Yi in her arms, playfully touching the face of the little white beast, and one could see Yi Yi squinting in enjoyment, making Ye Chen reach out to give a gentle pinch.

The elder remained silent, focused on his fishing. The fishing line on the rod trembled constantly; something was biting below, struggling, pulling the line taut and straight.

Even the entire surface of the Primitive Lake began to shake. Suddenly, it became a tumultuous sea with massive waves almost surging up to the Ninth Layer Heaven, threatening to destroy this peaceful land.

But the elder simply extended his palm, with a peaceful yet vast wave flashing, calming all the tumultuous waves.

After waiting for a moment, the elder confirmed that the creature in the Primitive Lake was fully hooked, then suddenly yanked, causing the lake’s surface to explode, waves reaching a thousand feet high. A massive Jiao Dragon, a thousand feet long, was hooked out, soaring into the Heavenly Dome, roaring angrily, filled with overwhelming pressure; it was a Saint Master Level Demon Flood Dragon.

Ye Chen and the Three Immortals were slightly shocked; the Primitive Lake was too mysterious, capable of being fished out a Saint Master Level Demon Flood Dragon by the elder.

"What a pity," the elder sighed lightly, shaking his head in regret.

With a gentle pull, the thousand-foot-long Demon Flood Dragon was dragged down. The elder easily fixed the void with a single finger and removed the fishhook, placing a Ten-thousand-year-old Medicine Treasure, radiating five-color light and possessing abundant life Qi mechanism, back into the Primitive Lake to fish again.

Such extravagance.

Even Ye Chen was silent for a moment; using a Ten-thousand-year-old Medicine Treasure as bait was not something an ordinary person could do.

The elder tossed the Demon Flood Dragon aside, looking at the Golden Little Divine Dragon with a smile, and said, "Little Dragon, question your kin, ask what’s truly beneath the Primitive Lake? Once you get an answer, the old man will reward you with a Divine Fruit of your choice."

"Old man, you better keep your word!" With a whoosh, the Golden Little Divine Dragon darted over.

The Saint Master Level Demon Flood Dragon, thousand-foot-long, roared, "Human, how dare you insult me, do you seek death? Hmm? This little beast also seems to have Dragon Blood, and judging by its appearance, it should be of a higher purity, but too weak, still in its infancy. If I swallow it, I could take a further step on the Dragon Transformation path."

The Demon Flood Dragon fixed its gaze on the Golden Little Divine Dragon, unleashing immense Saint Master level pressure, looking down from above at the tiny ant-like little dragon, and said, "Considering we’re both of the Dragon Clan, surrender your Dragon Blood, and I shall spare your life."

Boom—

The Golden Little Divine Dragon waved its chubby, seemingly powerless Dragon Fist, tearing through the void and blasted the Demon Flood Dragon away with raw force.

Rumbling—

A mountain range toppled over, several Floating Divine Islands were sunk, the Demon Flood Dragon’s scales shattered extensively, bleeding heavily, staring in horror at the Golden Little Dragon in utter disbelief of its strength.

It was a respectable Saint Master Level Demon Flood Dragon, yet it couldn’t understand its defeat.

"What do you mean by both of the Dragon Clan? You’re just a Jiao." The Golden Little Divine Dragon’s voice was equally tender, sounding adorable and cute, yet the sheer force behind it was overwhelming. It picked up the thousand-foot-long Demon Flood Dragon with its tiny, chubby claws and tossed it into the distance, demolishing several mountains and causing more islands to collapse, the earth-shattering sound echoing.

Swoosh—

The Golden Little Divine Dragon transformed into a streak of golden light, flashing in front of the Saint Master Demon Flood Dragon, unleashing pure True Dragon power, causing the Demon Flood Dragon to tremble from the depths of its heart, its impure Dragon Blood resonating in subservience.

In the presence of a genuine Dragon Clan, all creatures with Dragon Blood felt a profound, innate submission and reverence.

This was the domineering nature of the Dragon Clan Bloodline, granting strength to those who weren’t pure True Dragons but also forcing them to submit before True Dragons. Even if the creature with Dragon Blood was stronger than this True Dragon, the Dragon Blood’s pressure would demand submission.

With a burst of earth-shattering sound, the Golden Little Divine Dragon returned, followed by the now small Jiao Dragon, which had just been the thousand-foot Devil Flood Dragon, but under the Little Divine Dragon’s majesty, was forced to shrink to merely a one-zhang size, appearing utterly devoid of dignity.

The Little Divine Dragon brought the Demon Flood Dragon over to the elder, saying, "Old man, I don’t know what to ask, brought it here, you can ask. And remember your promise of the Divine Fruit, no cheating the dragon."

"Hey, when the old man asks you something, you better answer," it then told the Demon Flood Dragon, though its voice was soft and cuddly as it was caught by Yii Wu in a hug, reflecting great cuteness. Yet, the Demon Flood Dragon dared not defy because it clearly understood the overwhelming power this little creature held, despite its appearance breaking the Dragon Clan’s dignified image.

Before it, it could only submit.

"You’ll get it," said the elder.

"What about mine? I want one too," Yiyi was also clamoring.

The Golden Little Divine Dragon looked at it and said, "You didn’t help. Why should you get one too?"

Yiyi glanced at the elder, "Old man, if you don’t agree, I’ll rush down and tell that person."

A blatant threat!

The elder was speechless, and Ye Chen looked at Yiyi in astonishment, unsure when this little guy learned extortion. Although he didn’t understand who "that person" was, seeing the elder’s wry smile, he realized it was indeed someone worth extorting.

"Alright, you’re included," sighed the elder, shaking his head in resignation.

He then turned to the Demon Flood Dragon, with a kind and gentle smile, "Don’t worry, I just need you to answer a few questions."

"Alright," replied the Demon Flood Dragon.

The elder hesitated briefly before softly asking, "Down below, how is the old lady doing?"