47: Join forces to suppress

Di Tianxiao was not afraid at all; instead, he grew braver as he fought. Within just ten moves, he consecutively performed five of the Seven Forms of the War God, each strike accurately hitting the Bone Dragon's vital joints. Although he couldn't land a killing blow, he had already made this Heaven-Reaching Realm Vicious Beast look miserable.

If it weren't for the boost from the Saint-Grade flames, which caused the Bone Dragon's strength to surge, Di Tianxiao would have already ground its bones to dust.

"Too strong..." Di Lingxiao watched with his blood boiling. "Is this the power of the Heaven-Reaching Realm War God Physique?"

Di Wushang's gaze was solemn: "Not entirely. Senior Tianxiao's combat experience far exceeds that of ordinary people; every move is executed perfectly, and that is the key."

Just as everyone was marveling, the Bone Dragon suddenly opened its massive maw, and a ball of pitch-black fire condensed in its throat: "Nether Dragon Breath!"

"Not good!" Di Wushang's expression changed. "This is its innate Divine Ability!"

The pitch-black dragon breath gushed out, swallowing even the light wherever it passed. Although Di Tianxiao was not afraid, he did not dare to take it head-on and retreated rapidly.

Just then—

"Heaven-Severing: Void Cleave!" A pitch-black sword light traversed the sky, splitting the dragon breath in two.

"Starfall: Suppress!" The phantom of a seven-story starfall pagoda descended from the sky, pressing down on the Bone Dragon's head.

"Asura: God-Slaying!" A blood-colored long spear shot through the air, piercing directly toward the Bone Dragon's throat.

Three ultimate moves arrived simultaneously, forcing the Bone Dragon to give up its pursuit and turn to defense. But just as it blocked these three strikes, another burst of sharp pain came from its back—Di Lingxiao's dragon fall spear had already pierced into its spinal joints!

"Roar!" The Bone Dragon twisted its body frantically, as Nether flames splashed everywhere.

Di Jintian seized the opportunity and activated his Divine Demon Transformation once again: "Divine Demon Transformation: Heaven Tearer!"

The muscles on his arms knotted as he forcefully tore off one of the Bone Dragon's ribs!

The Bone Dragon finally realized the danger and wanted to flee. But how could Di Tianxiao give it the chance?

"Seven Forms of the War God: Heaven Collapse!"

He leaped into the air, his right fist carrying heaven-destroying and earth-shattering power as it smashed heavily onto the Bone Dragon's crown!

"Crack—Boom!"

The Bone Dragon's massive body crashed to the ground, its skull shattered, and the ghostly fire in its eye sockets gradually extinguished.

"Is... is it over?" Di Qingge found it somewhat hard to believe.

Di Tianxiao landed gracefully, his aura still steady: "It's not completely dead yet; hurry up and take the fire."

Di Qingge stepped forward quickly and pressed her hands against the Bone Dragon's sternum. The Nether flames there had dimmed significantly but were still burning tenaciously.

"It really is a Nether Flame Seed of the Saint Fire grade!" Her voice trembled with excitement. "This is... the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire!"

Saint Fire is something that can be sought but not easily found. Being able to obtain the Nanming Li Fire was entirely thanks to Di Shenglong, and she hadn't expected to encounter another one so soon.

This Bone Dragon, with the boost from the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire, had strength comparable to the ninth or even tenth stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm!

Without hesitation, she activated her Myriad Fire Sacred Body, and the Nanming Li Fire surged from her palms, pouncing on the ghostly green flame like a greedy giant python.

The moment the two flames made contact, the temperature of the entire canyon plummeted! A layer of ghostly blue ice crystals formed on the ground, and a bone-chilling cold permeated the air.

"Ah!" Di Qingge groaned, her face turning pale instantly. The grade of the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire far exceeded her expectations, and the backlash caused her Meridians to begin freezing.

"Qingge!" Di Jintian wanted to step forward but was stopped by Di Wushang.

"Don't disturb her; this is a tempering process that the Myriad Fire Sacred Body must undergo."

Di Qingge gritted her teeth and persevered, fully operating the Myriad Flames Return to Origin Art as the Nanming Li Fire and Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire continuously entangled and underwent Fusion. Ghostly blue fire patterns began to emerge on the surface of her skin, intertwining with the original red-gold patterns to form a bizarre beauty.

This process lasted for a full hour.

Finally—

"Boom!"

A brand-new flame erupted from within Di Qingge's body! The outer layer of this flame was red-gold, while the inner core was ghostly blue. The two colors were perfectly fused, emitting heart-palpitating fluctuations.

"Success!" Di Qingge opened her eyes, two-colored flames dancing in her pupils. "The Nanming Li Fire and Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire have merged. Now, it should be called—the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire!"

As her voice fell, her internal aura climbed steadily, instantly breaking through the Bottleneck!

"First stage of the Purple Mansion Realm!" Di Xingyun smiled slightly. "Congratulations."

Everyone offered their congratulations. This hunt for the Bone Dragon not only allowed Di Qingge to obtain a Saint Fire and break through her Realm, but more importantly, it proved a fact—the current Di Clan team already had the ability to hunt existences at the Peak of the Heaven-Reaching Realm!

Di Tianxiao looked into the distance: "It's time to leave. The battle fluctuations just now were too great; I'm afraid they will attract other trouble."

Everyone nodded, quickly gathered their spoils, and left. They did not notice that from the Bone Dragon's shattered skull, a wisp of ghostly green flame quietly drilled into the ground and vanished... On Di Qingge's fingertips, the Nine Nether Profound Darkness Fire flickered, the red-gold and dark-blue interwoven flames illuminating the surroundings in a bizarre and kaleidoscopic way.

The group traveled across a broken wasteland, the crisp sound of shattering bones occasionally coming from beneath their feet.

"This place isn't right." Di Wushang suddenly stopped, his asura god-slaying spear trembling slightly. "This Secret Realm is looking more and more like..."

"An Ancient Battlefield." Di Qianjie took over the sentence, the blood patterns on his Thousand Tribulations Sword flashing with an eerie light.

Hearing this, everyone carefully observed their surroundings. They saw countless decaying weapon remains scattered on the ground, some of which had even fused with the rocks.

In the distance, several giant skeletons hundreds of feet high were faintly visible. Even after experiencing the erosion of time, they still emitted a heart-palpitating pressure.

Inside Di Xingyun, starlight circulated within the starfall pagoda: "The concentration of Law fragments in the air is more than ten times that of the outside world, and there are many terrifying Legacies here. This is indeed no ordinary Secret Realm."

"Could it be the ruins of an ancient battlefield?" Di Lingxiao said excitedly.

Di Wushang crouched down and lightly touched a massive chasm on the ground. The edges of the chasm were as smooth as a mirror, clearly cut instantly by some kind of ultimate power.

"These are traces left by the clash of at least Saint Realm experts," he said solemnly. "The value of this Secret Realm is likely far beyond our imagination."

After traveling about a hundred miles, the group was stopped by a bottomless abyss. The abyss was a thousand feet wide, with pitch-black mist rolling at the bottom, and occasional hair-raising roars echoing from within.

"Asura Power!" Di Wushang's pupils suddenly constricted, and his asura god-slaying spear uncontrollably erupted with blood-red light. "There is the aura of the Asura Race down in the abyss!"

Everyone was shocked to hear this. The Asura Race was a race they had never heard of before.

"What is the Asura Race?" Di Qianjie's brow furrowed.

Di Wushang did not answer but instead leaped directly into the abyss!

"Wu Shang!" Di Qianjie cried out in alarm, but it was too late.

Di Tianxiao made a prompt decision: "I'll follow him down. You all wait up here!"

The two figures vanished one after another into the pitch-black abyss.

"Uncle Tianxiao..."

Di Qianjie sighed. How could these two be so impulsive?

"There must be something useful for Wu Shang down there. He is usually very steady; he couldn't possibly be so reckless," Di Lingxiao said.

Now they could only wait above, but the process of waiting was not peaceful either.