Chen Yi stared at the strange serpent before him with eyes like blazing fire. The thick crimson scales shone with a metallic luster under the magma's light.
As Chen Yi watched, the giant head of the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent immediately opened its mouth.
"Uzzra—!"
A pillar of golden flames burst from the snake's jaws, mingling with vivid poisonous mist, carrying a sweet, fishy scent.
Facing this powerful attack, a look of disdain flashed in Chen Yi's eyes. The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent was a rare ancient creature, but was its own immunity to fire really worth mentioning in front of him?
As for its poison, even Tang San could dissolve it with realgar, and Chen Yi himself possessed ultimate lightning.
With just a thought, a streak of flame ignited from Chen Yi's left wing, instantly forming an invisible barrier before him.
And the scarlet poisonous mist?
"Crackle—!"
Purple-gold lightning suddenly danced upward from Chen Yi. Ultimate lightning was the strongest, most yang force, the bane of all evil and darkness. As the toxic mist neared the lightning's range, it was completely purified by the fierce thunder, not leaving a trace.
"Whoosh!"
Chen Yi's wings flared fiercely. His figure transformed into a streak of purple-gold lightning, traversing dozens of meters in an instant to appear right beside the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's head.
"Slash—!"
Five sharp talons tore into the crimson scales. A screeching, metallic grinding echoed as sparks flew. Yet the power of the Dark Gold Terror Claw was extraordinary—after a brief deadlock, it shattered the iron-hard scales in a single blow.
A cold gleam flashed in Chen Yi's eyes. His wings vibrated again as his body followed like a shadow.
Instead of pursuing in a straight line, he changed direction three times mid-air, drawing a tight arc to cut off the serpent's retreat.
"Hiss!"
Three deep claw marks ran from the snake's neck to its lower jaw. Scales were flayed, flesh and blood blurred. If not for its quick reactions, that swipe would have decapitated it entirely.
"Kwaa—!!!"
Suddenly, nine bulges on the serpent's back swelled and glowed, like nine tiny volcanoes on the verge of eruption.
At once, the nine bulges burst, spurting jets of golden, scorching liquid at Chen Yi. The fluids condensed and compressed just before him.
"Now!"
The instant the bulges erupted, thunder gathered at Chen Yi's wings, all condensing at the tip of his right wing. The broad dragon wing transformed into an incomparably sharp blade.
"Cut!"
Chen Yi's figure flashed like lightning, sweeping past the blazing serpent! The purple-gold wing blade traced a perfect arc, slashing through the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's neck with cosmic sharpness.
In that moment, time seemed to freeze.
The next instant—
"Thud..."
The massive serpent head dropped like ripe fruit, crashing onto a stone bridge with a dull thud before bouncing into the magma.
The headless body convulsed violently, then collapsed at last, hot serpent blood streaming down into the magma below.
Meanwhile, the golden liquid from the nine burst bulges lost control, rapidly condensing in the air into fist-sized gold-red beads.
The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's neidan.
A condensation of a rare ancient beast's life cultivation and bloodline essence, the purest and strongest of heaven and earth's yang force.
Chen Yi turned and picked up the neidan. It was warm, radiating magnificent fire-element energy, with faint golden light swirling within.
"It really is something good."
A smile appeared in Chen Yi's eyes as he casually tucked the neidan into the soul guide at his waist. This neidan was an extraordinary treasure even for those around him, offering immense cultivation benefits.
"Huff—"
The continuous battles, especially the final bout with the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent, had greatly depleted Chen Yi's soul power. He took a deep breath, and with a thought, soft life energy began to flow from his Blue Silver Emperor soul bone, coursing through him like a sweet spring. His spent soul power rapidly recovered, and even the minor scratches on his body visibly healed.
Within just a few breaths, Chen Yi's state had recovered to seventy percent.
"That's enough."
Chen Yi checked himself—he was no longer delayed. His whole body flashed as a purple-gold band, dashing through the final passageway.
In the last section of the Hell Road, the temperature began to drop. The rivers of magma on either side gradually disappeared, replaced by black, icy rocks.
At the cave entrance, pure white light shone, but the scene was unclear. A completely different aura wafted from beyond the road of hell.
Behind him, the Frost-Ending Heavenly Wings unfurled with strength.
"Boom—!"
Chen Yi shot upward like a reverse meteor, ascending a thousand meters in an instant.
As he neared the cave, he withdrew his wings without hesitation and plunged into the white light.
"Buzz—!"
The moment he entered, a cold murderous aura engulfed Chen Yi like a tide.
It was not a physical chill, but a coldness that struck directly at his soul, murderous intent pouring into him, trying to engrave some mark deep within.
At first, nostalgia flashed in his eyes, then faint gratitude, and finally a deeper regret.
Gradually, his gaze withdrew, vanishing into the depths of the white light.
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Bonus chapter at 100 PS