Chapter 1047 - Opportunity!
Chapter 1047: Opportunity!
At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, in the ancient temple.
In the cemetery at the backyard of the main hall, an old monk sat on the ground. His beard and brows were white and he was skinny. Sitting on the ground, he was chanting the Rebirth Mantra in a low voice.
In the cemetery, a burly man with scarlet, disheveled hair and ragged clothes sat inside with rusty chains wrapped around his body.
The scarlet-haired burly man leaned against a stone tablet listlessly and was dozing off to the old monk's chanting.
"Old monk, you nag here everyday. It's fine for the dead, but you're annoying the living to death!" The scarlet-haired burly man who was falling asleep grumbled.
The old monk ignored him and continued chanting.
All of a sudden!
The scarlet-haired burly man's expression changed. As though he sensed something, he stood up and the chains on his body rattled!
He glared at the void not far away with bright eyes and no signs of fatigue on his face.
The chanting suddenly stopped.
Seemingly sensing something, the old monk suddenly flicked his sleeves and created a gigantic gap in the void not far away, causing a pile of items to fall out.
There were broken lotus stems, shattered lotus leaves and a bare lotus platform.
Immediately after, a figure fell out - it was Su Zimo who tore apart the Major Transference Talisman and escaped from the Half-Martial Ancestor expert Di Fan's hands!
Bang!
Su Zimo's body slammed heavily onto the ground and he did not move at all.
It was not that he did not want to move, but his body had already lost all signs of life. Although his Essence Spirit was not destroyed, he could no longer control his body.
The scarlet-haired burly man was shocked as he looked at the mangled body.
"That serious?"
He could tell with a single glance that this body was completely crippled. His bones were shattered and his organs were crushed into mud. His flesh was lifeless without any signs of vitality.
Simply put, even if the owner of this body was a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure, he wouldn't be able to save it!
The power of a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure could regrow severed limbs.
However, given the extent of damage received by the body, there was no way about it unless Su Zimo was a Mahayana Patriarch!
Every single Mahayana Patriarch knew of a divine power, Blood Rebirth.
They could reconstruct their physical bodies with a single drop of blood!
The old monk frowned when he saw the dilapidated body.
"Even the Grade 6 Creation Green Lotus was destroyed?"
The scarlet-haired burly man's expression turned grim.
The power that could shatter a Grade 6 Creation Green Lotus was probably beyond the Conjoint Body realm!
"Could it be an Ancestor realm expert?"
The scarlet-haired burly man's eyes were filled with killing intent and he was enraged.
Although there were no rigid rules in the cultivation world, it did not make sense for an Ancestor realm expert to attack a Void Reversion fatally.
"F*ck, he's really bullying this lad for not having any backing!"
The scarlet-haired burly man cursed and his nose quivered. He sniffed the air and his expression turned even uglier.
He grit his teeth and said, "It's the bloodline of the Di Clan! It's his descendant again!"
Right then, two beams of light flew out from the broken body - it was Su Zimo's two Essence Spirits, the scarlet-haired Yin Spirit and the black-haired Essence Spirit!
Looking at Su Zimo's scarlet-haired Yin Spirit, the burly man's eyes lit up with satisfaction.
But soon, he frowned.
"Your Essence Spirit is injured as well?"
The scarlet-haired burly man's eyes flashed with rage.
"Master,"
The two Essence Spirits bowed to the old monk before turning to look at the scarlet-haired burly man with conflicted expressions.
If Su Zimo was not wrong, there was a high chance that the person he once referred to as the red-headed ghost was the culprit for the catastrophe back then - the evil dragon!
"What are you looking at?"
The red-headed ghost glared at him. "I'm that Illumination Dragon from back then, so what?! You've also drunk my blood for 20 years at the bottom of this valley!"
When he heard the red-headed ghost's words, Su Zimo no longer had any doubts.
However, he was truly in no mood to argue with the red-headed ghost.
Gazing at the lifeless body on the ground, his heart was filled with sorrow.
It was not because he had lost his physical body.
He was a Void Reversion and would not die even if he lost his body.
Furthermore, if he lost his body, he could just reconstruct it.
It was also not because of how strong this body was and how many years of cultivation were ruined.
It was because he had been cultivating the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness since he started cultivating - that body contained traces of Die Yue!
When his bloodline phenomenon was activated to its limits, a blood-colored butterfly was even born!
All of that no longer existed.
That was the reason why he could not bear to part with it.
The red-headed ghost looked at the old monk. "Old monk, let's follow my plan. That's the only way to resolve his crisis."
"That's the only way."
The old monk sighed slightly.
The red-headed ghost shouted at Su Zimo, "Hey, lad, do you want this body to recover?"
"You have a solution?"
Su Zimo was invigorated and his eyes lit up.
"Hehe!"
The red-headed ghost chuckled. "Of course there's a way. If you agree, I'll give you a great opportunity. It's way too easy for this body to recover while the true benefits are yet to come!"
"Speak!"
Su Zimo calmed down and did not agree immediately.
"This body of yours will be managed by this Essence Spirit from now on."
The red-headed ghost pointed at the scarlet-haired Yin Spirit and said, "Your Essence Spirit and this body can head to the Dragon Bone Valley. There's a divine spring inside that can heal the injuries of your body and Essence Spirit!"
"The divine spring of the primordial era has the miraculous effect of regenerating flesh and bones as well as reviving the dead. While it has long gone extinct, there's a spring in the Dragon Bone Valley!"
Su Zimo knew that the red-headed ghost would never lie to him about something like this.
Since he said that the primordial divine spring had such an effect, it must be true.
The red-headed ghost continued, "If your body recovers, you'll have to join the Dragon race and cultivate in the Dragon Bone Valley. No one will dare to bully you to this extent again in the future!"
With the backing of one of the Primordial Nine Races, the Dragon race, who would dare to provoke him?!
Not even the nine immortal sects, seven fiend sects and six Buddhist monasteries could do it!
Su Zimo pondered for a moment before asking, "What about my black-haired Essence Spirit?"
That was the key.
If his body was restored to its original state and only belonged to the scarlet-haired Yin Spirit, it would mean that his entire body, from his bloodline to his Essence Spirit, would be a complete dragon!
Su Zimo was born as a human and wanted to establish the Dao for the masses - he did not want to be reduced to an alien race completely.
However, this was indeed a tremendous opportunity for him!
Naturally, the greatest benefit was for his body to recover to its original state.
If he could cultivate in the Dragon Bone Valley, it might be of great help to his cultivation of the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness as well!
There was an Essence Spirit secret skill and a Dharmic art in the Yang Spirit section.
The Dharmic art was Barren.
Su Zimo merely had a rough understanding of Barren and could only release it simply.
He could not unleash its full power nor could he control its range perfectly.
Up till now, he still could not understand the mysteries of that Essence Spirit secret skill.
If he could enter the Dragon Bone Valley to cultivate, it would be extremely helpful for him to master Barren and comprehend the Essence Spirit secret skill!
After all, the Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit sections of the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness were adapted from the cultivation of the Dragon King Desolate Ocean.
