The Gray Horn of the Flood Dragon

There was no vegetation here, lacking any sign of life. The earth was crimson, as if soaked in blood.

Two stone mountains formed a gateway, leading into a vast region where ribbons of black mist shrouded large swathes of ruins. From time to time, treasures would fly up, emitting sharp whistling sounds as they pierced the air.

There were too many living beings here, completely crowding the area outside the mountain gate. There were all sorts of creatures: golden giant birds, creatures resembling hou, Pixiu, Suanni, as well as descendants of ancient human clans, powerhouses from Pure Lands, and royalty from ancient kingdoms.

"Wow, all kinds of ingredients. They all look so delicious." Bai Yixin licked his lips, his eyes scanning every exotic beast with burning intensity.

"That bird covered in golden feathers looks so tasty!" Little One's large eyes sparkled. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, afraid that his drool might spill out.

The two had traveled thousands of miles, spending several days on the road, breaking through over twenty zones, and traversing vast regions to finally arrive at this place where geniuses gathered.

"Let's go, we're going in to hunt!"

Bai Yixin didn't know what the crowd standing outside the gate was waiting for, so he took Little One and charged straight into the ancient ruins.

This naturally triggered a stir, as no one had dared to step inside for a long time.

A group had entered earlier, and almost all of them had died; those treasures were sentient and would slaughter anyone who approached.

"Let's go, it's time for us to move as well!"

On the other side, seeing someone take the lead, the Bifang, the golden divine bird, the Pixiu, the Chi Dragon, and others—creatures that looked terrifying and made one's heart palpitate—could no longer sit still. These formidable beings, whose depths were hard to fathom, also decided to enter the ruins.

The crowd was startled, and then the place erupted in noise as more people decided to join in, eager to storm the ruins.

The Heaven-Splitting Demon Butterfly, the Earth-Traveling Dragon, the Violent Ape, the Pumo Tree, and others had already taken action, turning into streaks of light and rushing into the ancient ruins.

These ruins were vast and boundless, wreathed in ribbons of black mist. The entire world was dim, making it impossible to see objects too far away.

On the ground, there were piles of rubble and numerous broken walls and ruined pillars; this was truly a site of ancient relics.

The ruins were incredibly vast, stretching to the very end of the earth. Beyond the rubble, there were broken mountains in the distance, and from time to time, treasure light would erupt from within the dim clouds and mist.

That treasure light came from the sentient treasures hidden beneath the rubble, which were startled into fleeing.

"These treasures have astonishing spirituality. They are truly worthy of being the relics of ancient sages. I wonder what level of powerhouses those ancient sages were."

Bai Yixin saw a Gray Horn fly past in the ruins ahead, blowing the head off a giant over ten meters tall. Blood sprayed high into the air, and the headless corpse collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

"Brother Little White, should we make a move?" Little One had already taken out his Golden Dragon Scissors, ready to strike at any moment.

"Let's test the waters first." Nine golden lights hovered around Bai Yixin's wrist before he swung them toward the Gray Horn. The rays of light flickered, the momentum extremely astonishing.

"Boom!"

All nine golden sword lights struck the grayish-brown Gray Horn, but the gray beast horn remained unscathed, glowing with an even more brilliant, swirling aura.

The nine fangs were repelled, crashing into a collapsed, magnificent giant palace in the distance and sending dust and smoke soaring into the sky.

"Shh!"

The gray beast horn glowed, becoming increasingly radiant, and actually broke through the sky, soaring into the dim firmament with incredible speed.

Even though Bai Yixin had predicted its trajectory and rushed up to clash with it, trying to forcibly seize it, he failed.

"Hiss! So strong!" Bai Yixin glanced at his right palm, which had been shaken until it cracked and bled, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"But it's still within the range of what I can handle. I can take it!"

"Little One, watch yourself. I'm going to chase after it and see!"

Leaving behind a trailing shout, a streak of cyan-gold light soared into the sky, cutting through the air as he pursued the gray beast horn.

Two streaks of light—one cyan-gold, one gray—raced toward the distance together, colliding from time to time and emitting thunderous roars.

Many people tried to give chase, only to find they couldn't keep up at all. That extreme speed caused the two to vanish into the distance as a tiny speck of light before they could even react.

"Damn it! I've been chasing for a whole day. If this keeps up, I won't be able to catch it!" Bai Yixin said through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Behind him, a pair of cyan wings flapped, wreathed in golden lightning. They moved at such a high frequency that they were impossible to see clearly, appearing like a cyan-gold ball of light that provided Bai Yixin with unparalleled propulsion, allowing him to barely maintain this extreme speed.

Bai Yixin hadn't expected this Gray Horn to be so good at running, and its speed was shockingly fast.

"Stop right there!!"

Bai Yixin knew that if this continued, he wouldn't be able to outlast this treasure with his current level of the Luan Bird Method. He had to make a decisive move to have any chance of capturing it.

"Explode!"

"Bang!"

The cyan-gold radiance in the sky burst apart. With a piercing sound, a streak of golden light caught up to the gray glow ahead and slashed down at it!

"Clang!"

Gold light splattered everywhere. Bai Yixin's golden sword radiance collided violently with the gray-black beast horn, emitting bursts of brilliant light and ringing out with a metallic clang.

Bai Yixin's back was covered in blood, but fortunately, it was only a superficial wound and hadn't reached the bone.

With the boost from exploding the wings formed by his Luan Bird Method, this final, all-out strike had finally intercepted this clearly extraordinary treasure.

This horn was definitely no ordinary item; it possessed such speed without even being actively driven, making it a rare treasure indeed.

"Roar..."

The gray beast horn stopped fleeing, for it understood that the youth before it would not let it leave easily.

A vast expanse of gray light flared, and a sound like a dragon's roar erupted from the horn. The terrifying pressure whipped up a storm across the land.

Bai Yixin's figure faltered for a brief moment, but as a divine sound resonated within his body, he quickly shook off the constraints of that force.

Standing firm as a mountain, Bai Yixin remained unmoved in the face of the storm, the sword qi erupting from his body slicing the tempest into nothingness.

The gray beast horn, or rather, a Gray Horn, unleashed a formidable power, transforming into a gray dragon shape that charged violently toward Bai Yixin.

"Come at me! Open up!!"

Bai Yixin roared, the golden sword radiance in his hand flaring brilliantly. Behind him, the faint image of a grass with nine leaves appeared, erupting with boundless sword light that pierced the heavens as it struck the gray dragon shape.

The two collided with a thunderous boom, and endless light drowned both heaven and earth; had anyone been watching, they would have been unable to even open their eyes.

Long after the light faded, a youth stood upon the shattered earth, his clothes in tatters, his body covered in blood, with more still trickling from his mouth.

Bai Yixin touched his forearm, where a wound pierced by a beam from the Gray Horn had already begun to knit together.

His physical recovery speed was immense; these were merely light injuries that could stop bleeding and close on their own in an instant.

"That was intense!"

Bai Yixin caught his breath, his injuries gradually healing under the constant infusion of spiritual energy and essence from his Heavenly Cave. The golden sword in his hand had shattered, leaving only the hilt, reverting to its original form: a broken fang.

"The cost was a bit high, but thankfully, it was a success."

Bai Yixin looked into the distance, where the Gray Horn lay embedded in a crater, having lost its former luster and appearing dull and lifeless.

"Trading one-ninth of a precious artifact for an ancient magical tool—not a bad deal," Bai Yixin mused, carefully examining the treasure he had worked so hard to obtain.

"I wonder which dragon this horn belonged to? It couldn't be a Flood Dragon Horn, could it? Judging by this power alone, the creature must have been a heavyweight while it lived."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter. At least now I finally have a treasure to hold my own. These people, day in and day out, the moment they can't win a fight, they start flaunting their family backgrounds, showing off treasures gifted by their elders. Hmph, well, now I have one too!"