335: Chapter 335

It was a pair of eyes.

A pair of enormous eyes filled with tyranny and greed.

The surrounding water began to boil and churn violently.

A terrifying demonic aura, one that surpassed the cognitive limits of Fairy Qingyun and was sufficient to crush a cultivator of the Mahayana Realm into meat paste, erupted with a boom.

"Rumble..."

The underwater world trembled violently.

Fairy Qingyun widened her eyes in sheer terror.

Through the boiling water, she finally saw the behemoth that was charging crazily towards her.

Was this the so-called Spirit River God attracted by the ointment on her body?

It was not at all the solemn deity imagined by humans.

Instead, it was a black dragon of immense size, its body stretching for who knows how many tens of thousands of feet.

Each scale of that black dragon was as huge as a mountain.

Its dragon whiskers danced wildly in the water.

Its blood-red maw was filled with interlocking, chilling fangs.

Above its head, there was a gleaming single horn.

Having been meticulously nurtured by the Qingxuan Sect, Fairy Qingyun naturally knew that was the mark of a True Dragon.

Fairy Qingyun's brain completely shut down.

So, that "River God" whom her father revered as a deity and prayed to for blessings was nothing more than a thoroughbred demonic creature.

Moreover, it was the only one in this Fantasy World to have survived the Nine Heavens Tribulation and transformed into a True Dragon.

Its strength was comparable to the late stage of the Mahayana Realm; it was the terrifying Black Dragon Demon Venerable, lurking in the deepest part of the Spirit River and wreaking havoc.

Facing such a terrifying creature that only existed in ancient myths, the fragile psychological defenses of Fairy Qingyun, who only possessed the cultivation of the Spirit Transformation Realm, completely collapsed.

Under that overwhelming pressure of the True Dragon and the impact of despair, she rolled her eyes back and completely passed out in the cold water.

...

Dripping sounds.

Darkness.

When Fairy Qingyun regained consciousness, she realized that she was not dead.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids.

What came into view was a vast dragon palace at the bottom of the river.

She tried to move, only to find her hands and feet tightly bound in a spread-eagled position to a huge bed by four thick iron chains.

The thin, plain white dress she had been wearing was already tattered from the impact of the water.

Large patches of her snow-white, delicate skin were exposed to the air, revealing a glimpse of her charms.

And in front of her stood a terrifying, hulking man, three zhang tall, covered in black dragon scales with a face that was half-human and half-dragon.

This must have been the terrifying black dragon demon she had seen earlier.

His eyes were still scarlet, and a ferocious single horn protruded from his forehead.

His upper body was bare, with knotted muscles, looking like a demon god from the primordial era.

"Awake?"

"Not bad physical quality."

"You are actually qualified to become my dragon wife."

The hulking man, transformed from the black dragon, looked down at Fairy Qingyun on the bed from a high vantage point.

He reached out with his large hand, which had sharp claws, and pinched Fairy Qingyun's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"Tsk tsk... I have to say, those ants up above actually offered a top-tier tribute this time."

"The scent on your body is so fragrant."

The black dragon greedily sniffed the lingering scent of the "Dragon Attracting Ointment" on Fairy Qingyun's body, an uncontrollable, evil fire igniting in his scarlet eyes.

"You... you demonic creature!"

"Let me go! I am the Saintess of the Qingxuan Sect!"

"If you dare to touch me, my father will surely lead the Qingxuan Sect disciples to trample your dragon palace to the ground!"

Fairy Qingyun struggled desperately, roaring in a mix of shame and indignation.

However, her threat sounded like a huge joke to the black dragon.

"Hahahaha!"

The black dragon threw his head back and laughed wildly, causing the entire dragon palace to tremble.

"I have to admit, the strength of your Qingxuan Sect is indeed ranked highly within this Linghe Realm."

"Anyone else might have been scared by your words."

"But unfortunately... you met me!"

"To me, let alone you, even your father is just a tiny ant stuck in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm."

"If it weren't for me being restricted by the laws of heaven and earth and unable to leave the depths of this Spirit River, I could swallow your shitty Qingxuan Sect in one gulp."

"Besides... even if your father had the ability, he wouldn't have the heart to save you!"

"How do you think you came down here?"

"It was your good father who begged for mercy from me, personally coated you with an aphrodisiac, and threw you down like a brood sow to be enjoyed by me!"

The black dragon's words were like the sharpest blade, ruthlessly piercing the last shred of fantasy in Fairy Qingyun's heart.

She closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down like a broken dam.

"Since you are a tribute, then obediently fulfill your duties as a tribute."

"It's been hundreds of years since anyone sent down such a top-tier specimen."

"I've been pent up at the bottom of this river for hundreds of years, and today, I will use you to vent my fire!"

Accompanied by a brutal dragon roar, the black dragon lunged forward, tearing apart the last remaining thin garment covering Fairy Qingyun's body.

That night, deep within the Spirit River, inside the dragon palace, the most miserable scene in the world played out.

Like a lonely boat in a storm, Fairy Qingyun endured inhuman pain and humiliation under the tyrannical ravaging of the black dragon.

Her screams, cries, and pleas echoed in the empty dragon palace, unable to elicit a shred of pity from this ancient great demon.

Blood stained the white jade bed red.

The peerless, talented woman of heaven, in this dark, sunless underwater cage, had all her dignity and pride completely torn to shreds.

...

Day after day, day after day, day after day...

In this isolated depth of the Spirit River, time seemed to have stood still.

Fairy Qingyun did not know how long she had been imprisoned here.

Her daily life, apart from enduring the endless tyrannical venting of the black dragon, consisted of lying on the white jade bed like a walking corpse, staring blankly at the dim night-luminescent pearl above her head.

She had countless times wanted to bite her tongue to end her life, or sever her own meridians, to end this hellish life that was worse than death.

However, the black dragon had placed a tyrannical dragon clan restriction within her body; whenever she harbored the thought of seeking death, the restriction would take effect, leaving her unable to live and unable to die.

She was even completely deprived of the right to die.

The only good news was that this black dragon demon living at the bottom of the Spirit River seemed to truly possess some kind of spiritual essence.

After day after day of dual cultivation, although the black dragon demon did not deliberately boost her cultivation, and despite her cultivation being sealed, Fairy Qingyun's sealed cultivation had still progressed from the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, crossed the entire Integration Realm, and had already touched the edge of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

Of course, it should probably stop there.

Any higher, and the black dragon probably wouldn't let her continue to advance.

Until one day.

Fairy Qingyun was lying on the bed when she suddenly felt a sensation in her lower abdomen, similar to the beating of a blood vessel.

It was a heartbeat filled with vitality, a connection of bloodlines.