Hun Changqing, concealing his presence, looked at the Scaled Beast, whose soul was severely damaged and whose energy was nearly exhausted. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he silently approached the beast.
The Scaled Beast's soul was so weak that it couldn't detect Hun Changqing's presence. In an instant, Hun Changqing appeared
behind the beast, raised his right hand, and all his Yin True Qi frantically converged towards his hand, which had formed a blade-like blade.
Suddenly, sensing the immense aura gathering behind it, the previously chaotic eyes regained a sliver of clarity, revealing fear and horror. It felt a strong aura of death and was about to turn around to defend itself from the attack when it felt a sharp pain in its chest. Its large pupils contracted sharply, and looking down, it saw a slender, white arm, as white as jade, pierce through its body. In the hand that had passed through it, there was an irregular crystal emitting a dark green glow. Poisonous mist swirled around the crystal, radiating powerful energy. The scaled beast recognized the crystal; it was the demonic core it had cultivated within its body.
Upon seeing the magic core, the scaled beast felt a wave of dizziness and an overwhelming sense of weakness wash over it. A flicker of resentment crossed its already weakening eyes as it looked at Hun Changqing. With its last ounce of strength, it spoke weakly and mockingly,
"Gods are not to be profaned. Trespassing on the tomb of gods will inevitably lead to eternal damnation. You... won't live much longer either."
As soon as it finished speaking, the scaled beast lost all its life force. Its body stiffened, then went limp, collapsing and slowly sinking into the bottomless swamp.
"If the Saint of Dry Wood were still alive, I would avoid him like the plague. But now he's just a Battle Saint who's been dead for ten thousand years. I'd like to see what tricks a Battle Saint like him has to survive for ten thousand years and make me fall into ruin, hmph."
Hun Changqing sneered, dismissing the Scaled Beast's words with disdain. He thought the beast was just a frog in a well, stuck in this broken swamp, never seeing the light of day, and fantasizing about the Saint of Dry Wood as a god.
Then, Hun Changqing felt a sharp pain in his hand holding the Scaled Beast's core, making him grimace. He quickly put away the powerful poisonous core and shook his hand, but the pain didn't lessen. Hun Changqing quickly used the Three Lights Divine Water to wrap his right hand. After a while, the pain in his right hand finally disappeared.
"As expected of a Nine-Star Dou Zun's body, it's damn tough. I've already wrapped my hand with Taiyin True Qi, and it still hurts so much. I seem to be suffering from physical weaknesses lately. Can I stop being so lazy? I need to strengthen my body."
Hun Changqing shook his right hand, which had now fully recovered, and muttered to himself. He had made up his mind that after exploring the cave of the Dry Wood Saint, he would go back and train his body. He didn't aim to reach the level of breaking through all laws with sheer force, but he wanted to be able to avoid always suffering losses when facing these physically powerful enemies.
At this moment, Xingxiu, who had sensed the dissipation of the Nine-Star Dou Zun's demonic beast, had also concealed her presence and arrived near this area. Having recovered to the Dou Zong level, she could naturally hear Hun Changqing's barely audible mutterings, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in her eyes.
"A physical body?"
Xingxiu murmured to himself, then looked at his palm, clenched it tightly, and felt the power emanating from his own body. A strange smile appeared on his lips. He then relaxed his fist and floated towards Hun Changqing.
Hun Changqing had already healed his hand and retracted it into his sleeve. He began to sense the surrounding swamp, but after a while, he didn't detect any unusual energy fluctuations or any aura similar to that of the Dry Wood Saint's cave. This caused a hint of doubt to appear in Hun Changqing's eyes. He then turned around and looked at Xingxiu flying towards him, his gaze slightly narrowed. Looking for someone in Dortmund today "Didn't you say that the demonic beast guards the cave? Why haven't I detected any trace of the Drywood Saint's cave?"
Hun Changqing asked Xingxiu, who had now come to his side. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he stared at Xingxiu, and a faint killing intent emerged.
If Xingxiu was deceiving him, Hun Changqing would definitely not show any mercy. Although he wouldn't kill her, he would definitely teach her a lesson on how to be an honest woman. Moreover, Hun Changqing would also drag out Xingxiu's brother, who was far away in the Central Continent's Soul Palace branch, to vent his anger. At that time, Xingxiu would definitely face an even more desperate situation than before.
"Although we are currently deep in this swamp, that cave is located on the ground at the very deepest part of the swamp. Moreover, that deepest part can block all senses, so naturally you can't sense its location. I was only able to find it after obtaining specific information."
Xingxiu remained unfazed by Hun Changqing's slightly murderous question; her expression remained icy as she explained indifferently. Upon hearing Xingxiu
's explanation, Hun Changqing's right hand, which had been gathering Yin energy to suppress her, paused slightly. Although still somewhat doubtful, he dissipated the Yin energy, relaxed his hand, and let it hang down, his murderous intent vanishing.
He was confident he could control Xingxiu at this moment and wasn't afraid of any tricks she might play. He would decide everything once they reached the cave Xingxiu mentioned.
"In that case, lead the way."
Xingxiu nodded, then turned away coldly in a certain direction. However, after turning around, a strange expression appeared on Xingxiu's face. Hun Changqing, of course, did not notice and followed Xingxiu towards the cave of the Ganmu Saint, whom he longed to visit.