Chapter 124: Blood Debt, Dragon's Roar

The pillars of the crystal palace groaned like dying beasts, and the thousand-zhang Dragon bone soaking in the blood pool slowly raised its knuckles.

When the bone-white knuckles cut through the Void Realm, they actually carved black crack into space, like the Heavenly Dao opening its mocking eyelids.

"Xuanji Old Ancestor's jade token!"

Ao Lie was furious, his Dragon claw suddenly grew three inches, and the scales originally covering it were forcefully torn open, with golden blood beads seeping out from the gaps between the scales.

Facing Ao Lie's violent attack, Lu Qingyang remained exceptionally calm.

He flickered, avoiding Ao Lie's claw wind like a ghost.

At the same time, the jade token in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and faintly visible within that light were the patterns of the Big Dipper.

"Fellow Daoist Ao, I'm afraid there's more than just Dragon bones soaking in this blood pool, isn't there?"

Lu Qingyang's face was ashen, and the light from the jade token in his hand swept across the surface of the blood pool like a sharp sword.

As the jade token's light swept over it, the originally calm blood pool suddenly rippled.

Immediately after, a horrifying scene occurred—hundreds of desiccated Human Race Cultivators suddenly opened their eyes at the same time!

Their eye sockets were empty, with only two clusters of ghostly blue fire burning within them.

Seeing this, Leng Yuehan's expression became solemn.

She stepped on ice crystals, leaping to the edge of the blood pool like a Fairy descending to the mortal realm.

The Guanghan Mirror in her hand shone brightly, illuminating the ice crystal heart in the Dragon bone's chest.

"The xuanming ice soul has actually been refined into the eye of a Formation!"

Leng Yuehan's voice revealed a hint of shock.

She lightly flicked the tip of her sword, and the pool water instantly froze into a blood-red glacier as if by magic.

However, just as everyone thought the crisis had been averted, countless infant-shaped blood fiends surged beneath the ice layer!

They bared their fangs and claws, letting out bursts of shrill screams, as if to break free from the ice and see the light of day again.

"This is... the Blood Curse of Fallen Infants?"

Leng Yuehan's face became extremely grim; she clearly understood this evil Formation.

"Fairy Leng has excellent eyesight!" Su Meiniang said delicately, her silken fox tail gently coiling around a coral pillar, as if it were her plaything.

At the same time, she lightly squeezed her fingertips, and a crystal-clear Merman tear instantly shattered.

As the tear shattered, a faint mist diffused.

This mist, as if alive, slowly flowed in the air, gradually outlining a terrifying scene.

In the scene, dozens of huge Flood Dragons rolled and struggled in the surging seawater, their scales glinting with cold light, and fierce flames spewing from their mouths.

However, these powerful Flood Dragons were tightly entangled by the Human Race's sword Formation, unable to break free.

The Human Race's sword Formation, like a net cast by Heaven and Earth, trapped the Flood Dragons within it.

Every sword light contained endless power, constantly cutting the Flood Dragons' bodies.

Dragon blood splattered, dyeing the entire sea red, and finally seeped into the seabed, forming this eerie blood pool.

The scene in the mist continued to change, and suddenly, a baby's cry emanated from the blood pool.

This cry was like a demon from Hell, making one's hair stand on end.

As the crying sound rang out, a Death Qi, like a black whirlwind, surged out from the blood pool, condensing into a nine-headed demonic python.

This nine-headed demonic python had a massive body, each head was hideous and terrifying, and the flames it spewed even boiled the surrounding seawater.

It lunged at everyone, baring its fangs and claws, seemingly wanting to devour them all.

Just at this critical moment, Yin Jiuyou's burial sky coffin suddenly blocked the demonic python's path.

The coffin lid violently sprang open, revealing a dense mass of corpse maggots inside.

These corpse maggots were pitch black, emitting a foul odor, and their mouthparts were incredibly sharp, glinting with cold light.

"What pure Blood Qi!" Yin Jiuyou's voice came from the coffin, carrying a hint of greed and excitement.

He licked his lips, cackling as he said, "The Blood Fiend nurtured by Dragon blood is even more nourishing than a Nascent Soul Cultivator's spirit!"

Before his words finished, the swarm of corpse maggots, like a black torrent, rushed directly towards the Blood Fiend.

The two collided in mid-air with a harsh clang like metal striking metal.

However, unexpectedly, this collision did not result in the imagined fierce battle; instead, the swarm of corpse maggots and the Blood Fiend actually began to devour each other.

Lu Qingyang seized the opportunity, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and inverted the Burning Sky Cauldron into the pool.

The Chaos fire at the mouth of the Cauldron roared like a wild Dragon, forming a huge vortex: "Seniors, if you continue to hold back, this thousand-year blood debt will fall upon us!"

The blood pool suddenly boiled like a volcanic eruption, and eighteen coiled Dragon pillars abruptly rose from the bottom of the pool.

Each stone Dragon held a heart, pulsating like a flame, in its mouth.

Ao Lie suddenly roared like an enraged lion, revealing his half-Dragon true form, his Dragon tail sweeping down like a steel whip, breaking three stone pillars: "Human Race! When you deceived my clan into signing that blood pact, did you ever consider the evil consequences of this backlash today?"

From the broken parts of the snapped coiled Dragon pillars, a crimson blood spring suddenly gushed out, like a volcanic eruption, carrying a strong bloody smell and a scorching Aura.

The blood spring splashed in mid-air, forming a blood-red fountain, and within this blood spring, the scene from back then gradually emerged.

A green-robed Cultivator stood by the blood pool, holding a jade token that emitted a faint green light.

The green-robed Cultivator gently pressed the jade token on the forehead of a Dragon Clan youngling, whose pupils were instantly stained with Big Dipper patterns, as if enchanted by some mysterious Spell.

"Xuanji Soul-Locking Spell!" Seeing this, Leng Yuehan's heart jolted.

Her wide sleeves fluttered, and she instantly unleashed Ice Soul Sword Qi, freezing the two blood springs into ice pillars.

"Daoist Lu, is this jade token perhaps the key to controlling the Dragon Clan?" Leng Yuehan looked at Lu Qingyang with cold eyes and asked.

Lu Qingyang's lips curved slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he said, "Fairy Leng, why don't you try the power of this jade token yourself."

With that, he suddenly flicked the jade token like a pellet towards the ice crystal heart in front of Leng Yuehan.

The jade token flew rapidly through the air, touching the xuanming ice soul in the blink of an eye.

At that instant, the entire blood pool trembled violently, as if about to be torn apart.

And the thousand-zhang Dragon bone let out a deafening roar: "Return... my... son's... soul!"

The Dragon bone's knuckles fell like meteors, crashing towards everyone.

Lu Qingyang's seventy-two Bee Cloud Swords automatically formed a Formation, their sword light interwoven into a giant green net.

The shockwave from the collision between the sword net and the bone finger crushed the coral forest within a hundred miles into red dust, but from the dust came Su Meiniang's coquettish laugh: "Young Master Lu, your net's mesh is even looser than a fishing village's broken basket!"

Nine fox tails suddenly pierced through the sword net, their poisoned tips stabbing directly at Lu Qingyang's back.

At the critical moment, Yin Jiuyou's Corpse King claw grabbed three fox tails: "You vixen, your blood marrow wine needs a new recipe!"

The corpse poison on the claw corroded the fox tails with a sizzling sound.

Su Meiniang cried out in pain, retracting her Clone, but her main body appeared at the other end of the blood pool, a bronze fragment in her hand resonating with the Burning Sky Cauldron.

"So that's it..." Lu Qingyang's sword Formation suddenly changed, the Bee Cloud Sword transforming into a stream of light, stabbing towards the eighteen coiled Dragon pillars, "Xuanji Old Ancestor used the jade token to steal Dragon souls, but Fellow Daoist Ao wants to use the blood curse to refine Human souls in reverse!"

Each broken pillar spewed out an inky black liquid, which condensed into sword shapes in the air, precisely the missing "Blood Fiend Chapter" of the "Fallen Immortal Sword Art."

Just then, Ao Lie's Dragon horns suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, like a blazing sun, instantly melting all the blood swords suspended in the air.

"Hahahahaha," Ao Lie roared with laughter, his voice deafening, "This Lord only needs to sacrifice three more Nascent Souls to the Formation, and it will be complete!"

With that, he suddenly extended his enormous Dragon claw, like a mountain, and fiercely grabbed towards Leng Yuehan.

However, just as the Dragon claw was about to touch Leng Yuehan, a bright mirror light suddenly shot out from the Guanghan Mirror, like lightning, instantly freezing Ao Lie's Dragon claw.

This mirror light came so suddenly that Ao Lie had no time to react.

He only felt his Dragon claw being tightly bound by an invisible force, unable to break free no matter what.

Seizing this opportunity, Lu Qingyang unhesitatingly hurled the Burning Sky Cauldron in his hand violently towards Ao Lie's Dragon bone skull.

"Senior, your son's soul is still being nurtured in this Cauldron!" Lu Qingyang shouted loudly.

The Cauldron body sped away like a meteor, carrying a fierce Aura, crashing directly into Ao Lie's Dragon bone.

The moment the Cauldron body touched the Dragon bone, a heaven-shattering roar was heard, and the entire blood pool trembled violently.

However, unexpectedly, a huge abyss suddenly split open at the bottom of the blood pool, as if it had been forcefully torn apart by the impact.

Immediately after, countless Flood Dragon remnant souls, entwined with chains, surged out from the abyss.

These remnant souls had ferocious faces and exuded a suffocating Death Qi.

Even more surprisingly, the other end of these chains was actually tied to the Lifebound Treasures of the three great Nascent Soul Cultivators!

Yin Jiuyou's burial sky coffin was also tightly entangled by three of these chains, and the corpse maggots inside the coffin frantically gnawed at the chains, but to no avail.

"These chains... are actually refined from the spinal bones of my Disciples and grand-Disciples!" Seeing this, Yin Jiuyou's face became extremely grim, and he roared angrily.

"Only just realizing it?" Su Meiniang's lips curled into a cold smile.

Her fox tails suddenly ignited with eerie blue flames, and within the flames, the tragic scene of Yin Jiuyou's Disciples having their souls extracted by the Dragon Clan faintly appeared.

"Three hundred years ago, the Cultivators of Nine Nether Valley collectively disappeared; Elder Yin wouldn't think they just got lost, would he?" Su Meiniang's voice was cold and mocking.

Before her words finished, the flames suddenly transformed into a ferocious ghostly face, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced on Yin Jiuyou.

However, Yin Jiuyou was, after all, an old powerhouse; he swiftly wielded his Corpse King claw, tearing the ghostly face into pieces.

Leng Yuehan suddenly pressed the Guanghan Mirror onto the ice crystal heart, and extreme cold Qi spread along the blood vessel-like patterns: "Does Fellow Daoist Ao know why the Guanghan Pool has not frozen for a thousand years?"

The mirror reflected her frozen Nascent Soul, which held a frost flower in its hand: "Every generation's Guanghan Palace Master has a strand of Grand Yin True Fire sealed within their body!"

The moment the frost flower fell into the blood pool, extreme cold and intense heat formed a Yin and Yang fish in the pool.

Lu Qingyang's Burning Sky Cauldron automatically flew to the position of the fish's eye, and the Chaos fire within the Cauldron surged three feet high: "Yin and Yang clash, perfect for refining this Blood Fiend Karma!"

He bit his tongue and spat out a drop of essence blood, which condensed into a Big Dipper Formation in the air, overlapping with the jade token's light and shining on the Dragon bone's glabella.

"No—!" Ao Lie let out a heart-wrenching Dragon's roar, and the entire Dragon bone suddenly disintegrated, three hundred and sixty-five bone fragments turning into a sword rain.

Lu Qingyang's sword Formation was largely shattered, but he used the recoil to escape to the edge of the abyss: "Don't the three of you understand yet? This blood pool is both a Dragon Clan graveyard..."

He threw out a tiger talisman, shattering the last coiled Dragon pillar, "...and Xuanji Old Ancestor's Cauldron for Possession!"

A humanoid phantom rose from the crumbling pillar, the jade token in the phantom's hand perfectly fitting with Lu Qingyang's fragment.

Leng Yuehan suddenly severed her left arm, which was entwined with chains: "Seventh-generation Disciple of Guanghan Palace, Leng Yuehan, respectfully welcomes Ancestral Master Xuanji!"

Her severed arm transformed into an ice Phoenix and crashed into the phantom, but was frozen into an ice sculpture by the phantom's flick of a finger.

"What a disloyal and unfilial girl." The phantom raised its hand to seize the Burning Sky Cauldron, and the Chaos fire within the Cauldron actually turned into an eerie purple, "This Lord has been planning for a thousand years, how can I allow you juniors..."

Before its words finished, nine bronze colossal pillars suddenly pierced out from the bottom of the abyss, the taotie pattern on their bodies opening their huge mouths, tearing the phantom into pieces and devouring it.

Ao Lie's half-Dragon body was crushed under the pillars, golden blood staining the bronze patterns: "Zhenhai Great Sage's Dragon-Trapping Pillars... You awakened the Restrictions long ago?"

Lu Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the missing Flood Dragon Palace Seal of the tiger talisman appeared in his palm: "From the moment I saw the blood pool breathe..."

He suddenly coughed violently, and the blood beads he coughed up grew into Dragon-shaped coral when they hit the ground, "...I guessed that the Great Sage's Bloodline could trigger the final killing move."

The three great Nascent Soul Cultivators took the opportunity to break free from their chains, only to see the bronze fragment in Su Meiniang's hand fly towards the tiger talisman like a bolt of lightning.

The moment the fragment embedded itself with the tiger talisman, the entire sea area, like a disturbed giant beast, let out a heaven-shattering bell chime, and the bell waves, like raging tides, swept everyone a hundred miles away.

A colossal bronze gate slowly rose from the abyss, and the Qi leaking from its cracks seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, instantly freezing Leng Yuehan's Ice Soul Sword into frost: "This is... the Qi of the Upper Realm?"

"Mr. Lu will take his leave here."

The young Sword Cultivator, like a meteor, transformed into a streak of light and escaped towards the sea surface.

Behind him came Yin Jiuyou's Corpse King's roar, like a demon claiming a life, and Su Meiniang's delicate laughter, like pleasant silver bells.

The moment he broke through the seawater, a tender Dragon's roar suddenly came from the Burning Sky Cauldron in his arms—within the Chaos fire in the Cauldron, a young Dragon with Big Dipper patterns was curled up, like a sleeping deity, exuding a mysterious and majestic Aura...