"Sizzle..."
The True Sun Fire was the most yang and fierce of flames, containing enough terrifying heat to scorch the sky and boil the sea.
Where the Fire Dragon passed, the dense poisonous miasma was incinerated in an instant. Even the plague vapors and foul air that had shrouded the marsh rapidly dissipated.
Before the two Evil Flood Dragons could react, the True Sun Fire came roaring toward them and landed on the elder brother.
BOOM!
The elder Evil Flood Dragon's body was instantly engulfed in flames.
Under the scorching True Sun Fire, its massive body turned to charcoal at a visible rate.
ROAR!!
The elder Evil Flood Dragon let out a shrill, anguished cry.
The True Sun Fire was not only burning its flesh; it was passing through its marrow and incinerating its Nascent Soul, bringing it unbearable agony.
Driven by the will to survive, it twisted its body and plunged from the sky, burrowing deep into the marsh and rolling back and forth in an attempt to extinguish the flames.
But the True Sun Fire was one of the Top Ten Exotic Fires of the Primordial Era. How could ordinary water put it out?
Though the elder Evil Flood Dragon rolled around in the marsh, the True Sun Fire clung to it like a parasite and could not be shaken off. Even the marsh itself melted under the flames, turning into streams of flowing lava.
As the True Sun Fire continued to burn, the elder Evil Flood Dragon's struggles grew weaker and weaker.
In less than half a minute, the elder Evil Flood Dragon, which had been swaggering about and treating Li Qingxu as prey, had perished. Its flesh and skin had turned to ash, leaving only a complete skeleton.
"Big brother!"
Seeing his elder brother's soul scattered, the remaining Evil Flood Dragon was both furious and horrified.
It had never imagined that this Human Race cultivator, who was only at the mid-stage Earth Immortal level, would wield such a terrifying flame.
After witnessing the power of the True Sun Fire with his own eyes, Li Qingxu's confidence soared.
Though the two Evil Flood Dragons had powerful origins as Innate Beings, they had only just taken human form and had almost no combat experience.
On top of that, the poisonous miasma they wielded was perfectly countered by the True Sun Fire.
While they were both alive, he had needed to be wary of them.
Now that he had killed one, the other posed little threat.
"Damn Human Race! I'll tear you apart!"
The Evil Flood Dragon roared, its eyes bloodshot, and lunged with its sharp claws.
It and its elder brother had been gestating beneath this marsh for millions of years. They were deeply attached, closer than brothers.
They had agreed to support each other and make a name for themselves in the Primordial World.
But before his brother could achieve anything, he had died, burned to ashes by the Human Race cultivator before them.
Now only one thought filled its mind: revenge! Avenge his brother and tear the Human Race cultivator to pieces!
"Looking for death!"
When Li Qingxu saw the Evil Flood Dragon charge, he felt no fear—only delight.
His opponent had an overwhelming advantage in cultivation. If he turned and fled immediately, he truly would have no way to deal with it.
Now, blinded by hatred and rage, the Evil Flood Dragon had given him the perfect chance to finish it off.
Though the Evil Flood Dragon was inexperienced, it had witnessed the terror of the True Sun Fire and knew not to confront it head-on.
Since its poisonous miasma was useless against Li Qingxu, it planned to use its speed and physical strength to evade the True Sun Fire, then rush up close and tear him apart with its claws.
Li Qingxu retreated, trying to put as much distance between them as possible, while activating his divine ability.
But he did not summon the True Sun Fire. Instead, he used Wood Spiritual Power.
Rise!
Li Qingxu raised both hands as if supporting something, and hundreds of thick, densely packed vines spread through the space around him.
The vines intertwined, forming a massive net that swept toward the Evil Flood Dragon.
ROAR!
The Evil Flood Dragon roared and abruptly swung the sharp claws beneath its belly.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The net of vines was torn apart, its broken branches scattering through the air.
Even as the Evil Flood Dragon tore through the net, Li Qingxu showed no alarm. He remained calm and composed.
He knew that ordinary vines could hardly restrain an Evil Flood Dragon at the Heaven Immortal level.
So his goal was not to trap his opponent, but to impede its movement.
The instant the Evil Flood Dragon tore through the net, a blazing mass of True Sun Fire rapidly grew in its eyes.
BOOM!
Bear Bear's True Sun Fire blazed up around the Evil Flood Dragon's body.
It let out an unwilling roar and thrashed violently, attempting to fight to the death.
But under the scorching True Sun Fire, all its struggles were futile. It could only feel its life force rapidly draining away amid unbearable agony.
A few dozen seconds later, the Evil Flood Dragon fell helplessly toward the ground. Its charred flesh crumbled away, and at last, only its complete skeleton remained above the marsh.
Li Qingxu released his Spiritual Sense and searched the marsh thoroughly. Only after confirming there were no other hidden dangers did he finally let out a quiet breath of relief.
When his gaze fell on the two dragon skeletons floating above the marsh, he couldn't help feeling surprised.
The larger skeleton had faint golden light flowing beneath the surface of its bones, radiating an aura of pure yang.
The smaller one shimmered with silvery-white light, carrying the Dao resonance of pure yin.
On both skeletons, naturally formed, profound and intricate Innate Dao Patterns flickered into view. Their auras faintly resonated with each other, forming a perfect balance of yin and yang.
"To have remained intact under the True Sun Fire, and to contain innate yin and yang energy... These really are treasures."
Li Qingxu murmured, surprised by this unexpected windfall.
He waved a hand and put away both dragon skeletons.
These dragon bones were incomparably sturdy and contained the power of innate yin and yang, making them extremely precious materials for crafting treasures.
Once his Daoxing advanced and he learned how to refine artifacts, he could forge them into powerful Spirit Treasures.
Just as Li Qingxu had put away the dragon bones and was preparing to leave—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four fierce divine lights of different colors, swift as lightning, suddenly shot through the sky from afar. They traced four dazzling arcs and arrived in an instant, stopping steadily in midair several dozen zhang in front of him.
Li Qingxu's heart tightened, and his pupils contracted. The divine power surging within him instantly reached its peak. He kept his aura concealed, like a bowstring pulled taut, ready to summon the True Sun Fire and unleash a devastating strike at any moment.
In the Primordial Land, the strong preyed on the weak. In the wilderness, anyone you met was either friend or foe.
Traveling alone, he had no choice but to remain on guard against any sudden arrival.
Still, attacking recklessly before knowing whether they were enemies or allies would be unwise. So he merely watched intently, ready to strike.
The divine lights faded, revealing four figures: one man and three women.
The middle-aged man at their head was tall and robust. He wore a simple black Daoist robe with wide sleeves. His black hair fell loosely over his shoulders like a waterfall, gathered slightly with a plain wooden hairpin.
His features were sharply defined, and he radiated an imposing presence without needing to show anger.
The three women behind him wore floor-length gowns in white, emerald green, and sky blue. Their graceful figures swayed like willow branches in the breeze.
All three were breathtakingly beautiful. One was as cool and distant as the moon, another as gentle as flowing water, and the last as lively as an elf. A faint Immortal Spirit aura swirled around them, making them seem like celestial maidens descended from the heavens—strikingly out of place in this foul marsh.
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