Leaping Through the Dragon Gate

At the center of the blood-red bead was a distinctly visible, ancient-looking character: "Zen." Faint dragon shadows coiled around it. It was none other than the Yin Extremity Bead he had thrown.

The Yin Extremity Bead had originally been black, but now it had turned blood-red. Still, with that "Zen" character as proof, and recalling that he had thrown the bead in this direction, he was certain that the bead stirring up the entire lake was the Yin Extremity Bead.

"Heavens, the Yin Extremity Bead!"

Someone had actually called out the bead's origin.

"Look closely. It's clearly Yin Dragon Marrow."

Xu Yi turned his gaze. The one shouting was the old Daoist in hemp clothes, ten zhang away. As soon as the old Daoist's cry rang out, he shot toward the lake and let out a long howl. "I understand now! The Yin Extremity Bead was formed from Yin Dragon Marrow. No wonder it can search souls and seize ghosts! What a heaven-sent opportunity. It was meant for me. Old Shanshan, don't even think of competing!"

Xu Yi also recognized the man beside the old Daoist in hemp clothes: it was Shanshan Buddha, who was missing an arm.

No sooner had the old Daoist in hemp clothes finished speaking than Shanshan Buddha's bulky body soared into the air. The crowd watching erupted. Regardless of their cultivation, every martial artist lunged toward the middle of the lake. Some who had only reached Body Tempering Peak even ran across the water—or rather, across the backs of fish—to snatch the prize.

"Yin Dragon Marrow."

Xu Yi silently rolled the words around in his mind. He seemed to have seen them somewhere before. His thoughts sifted through his memories, and in an instant, he had his answer.

Legend had it that Yin Dragon Marrow