I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 1127 418: The Daoist Venerable’s Secret Feast! Empress and Empress Meet! (Part 2)

"Roar!"

The Sword Intent Flood Dragon let out a low growl, sensing the crisis, hesitated for a moment, then turned and fled.

However, it was too late. A claw covered in green scales reached out from the dark clouds, grabbing it and pulling it back directly!

Soon after, a chilling gnawing sound arose, accompanied by a piercing wail, and the Sword Intent Flood Dragon soon fell completely silent.

[Absorbing the Ultimate Sword Intent...]

[The Daoist Charm "Dragon Devouring Star" has transformed into the Divine Skill "Reverse Scale Slash Dao," with proficiency inherited.]

A notification message flashed before Chen Mo's eyes.

At the same time, a spherical structure composed of interlocking rings emerged from his Dantian.

Buzz—

Inside, the blood core radiated brilliantly. As the nine concentric rings rotated, a tremendous suction force arose, continuously drawing in the evil qi accumulated over hundreds of years.

On the outermost ring representing the "Sword and Soldier Tribulation," the inscribed characters lit up one after another.

Then the second layer, the third layer...

Chen Mo's energy also surged accordingly.

Along with the absorption of the evil qi, the associated intentions were absorbed as well.

Countless blood-soaked scenes flooded his mind, as if he were physically there. Under this intense impact, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Chai Haochuan, who was accompanying him, realized something was wrong and hurriedly flew towards Lingxiao Peak.

When Huo Wuya and the others arrived, they were dumbfounded at the scene before them—

The water in the pool had completely evaporated, and a blood mist filled the air above. A pair of strange vertical pupils hung in the sky, resembling the sun and moon shining together. The massive shadow of the body was hidden within the dark clouds, vaguely visible, stretching for thousands of miles.

With the rhythm of breathing, the crimson mist surged endlessly.

A black flood dragon was clamped within the snarling mouth of a ferocious crocodile, appearing insignificantly small in comparison.

No matter how it struggled, it was to no avail. Its body gradually became thin, ultimately torn apart by sharp teeth, completely absorbed into the dragon's body.

"The sword intent left by the ancestor..."

"Was it devoured?"

Huo Wuya looked somewhat bewildered.

Given his vision, he could naturally see that the "dragon" before them wasn't a living creature, but rather a phenomenon condensing from the Great Dao Law.

But this phenomenon was just too realistic!

Sharp features, aquamarine eyes, intricate scales... every detail appeared vividly lifelike, almost indistinguishable from a true dragon!

Especially that gaze of disregard towards all beings, carrying a cold contempt, it surprisingly exuded the aura of the Tao Origin, and not just one kind!

When the last bit of sword intent was devoured, the enormous body slowly withdrew, fading from sight.

The dark clouds dissipated accordingly, sunlight streamed down again, and the weather returned to clarity, as if everything that just happened was only an illusion.

Chen Mo's figure emerged, his head drooping, akin to a kite with a broken string, falling downwards.

Ji Hongxiu dashed forward, reaching out to catch him, seeing he had already fallen unconscious, sharply glaring at Huo Wuya, gritting her teeth as she said:

"Is this what you meant by nothing would go wrong?!"

"We haven't even settled the account from yesterday, and now this happens again. Huo Wuya, you'd better pray he's okay, because if anything happens, the entire Martial Saint Mountain will have to accompany him to the grave!"

With that, her figure flashed, vanishing abruptly.

"Master!"

Ling Ningzhi wanted to follow, but the Daoist Venerable was too fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Shen Zhixia, even losing interest in nibbling on her pork trotter, ran to Huo Wuya with a worried look, "Master, nothing bad will really happen to Brother Chen Mo, right?"

Huo Wuya looked at the now dry pool before him, twitching the corner of his mouth, "You ask me, who am I supposed to ask? Zhiyun, what exactly happened here?"

Jiang Zhiyun came to her senses and recounted the events that had just unfolded.

"I was merely following your instructions, letting Chen Mo experience the effects of the Sword Washing Pool, yet he not only refined the sword intent left by the ancestor but also absorbed all the evil qi accumulated over nearly a thousand years..."

"..."

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

Zi Wenzhong and Tan Han exchanged glances, feeling a chill down their spines.

As Martial Arts First-Grade Grandmasters, they naturally knew what that ultimate sword intent represented.

Even after a millennium, while its might was greatly reduced, the contained Law still existed.

Even at their realm, comprehending it could be immensely beneficial, yet within just half a quarter-hour, it was forcibly refined by Chen Mo?!

Moreover, judging from that terrifying phenomenon, the Dao Laws Chen Mo comprehended were not of a lower tier than the ultimate sword intent!

"It indeed seems to be the power of the Tao Origin, but he's only at the Third Grade, it doesn't make sense at all! And why isn't he attracting the Heavenly Dao's malice?" Huo Wuya was completely puzzled.

At this point, Jiang Zhiyun spoke up, "Sect Master, what should we do now?"

Huo Wuya turned to look, only to see the outside bustling and noisy, a crowd of disciples gathering, evidently drawn by the commotion just now.

If they discovered the Sword Washing Pool had been drained, who knows what kind of trouble might erupt!

"Seal this place immediately. No one is allowed to enter, and no word of what happened earlier is to leak out," Huo Wuya said sternly.

"Understood," Jiang Zhiyun nodded in response.

Initially, Huo Wuya intended to flex a bit, showcasing the Sect's foundation as a precursor to recruiting new disciples.

Unexpectedly, it backfired and caused a huge loss, a millennium of accumulation vanished into thin air, and should anything further happen to Chen Mo, he might even face accountability from the Daoist Venerable and the court.

"This whole situation..."

"Let's hope he's alright."

Huo Wuya rubbed his temples, sighing helplessly.

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Tianlan Mountain.

In the courtyard, two figures appeared out of thin air.