209: Chapter 209 The Mysterious Land of the Demon Dragon

The black silk threads gradually grew more intricate, weaving together and heading in Xuan Ze's direction.

"Come here, child."

An enticing voice drifted out from inside the white jade coffin.

Xuan Ze had just entered the grand hall when he witnessed this bizarre scene. His face was filled with confusion and horror, and he rapidly retreated, trying to shake off the strange black silk threads.

Right at that moment,

the speed of the black silk threads suddenly surged, rushing toward Xuan Ze like sharp spikes.

From inside the white jade coffin: "You and I share the same origin. Lend me this vessel of yours for a while. Once I break free, I will surely give you a satisfactory compensation."

Xuan Ze was suddenly jolted awake.

So the entity inside that coffin was also a Tianyi Demon Dragon, and at least an adult, perhaps even of the King Class.

That familiar feeling he had when he first entered the Golden Ancient Tree had come from this.

Xuan Ze cried out anxiously, "Ancestor, although I belong to Xuanshen's lineage, I am still young, and my strength is barely at the ninth rank. I truly cannot withstand Ancestor's divine soul. Please, show mercy."

Among the Demon Race, the law of the jungle had always prevailed; the stronger one was, the more resources they could obtain. In such a deceitful race, it was naturally impossible to easily trust anyone.

Xuan Ze was even less likely to believe the old demon's words of "compensation."

Of course, he couldn't reject him outright either, as that would easily infuriate the other party, which was why he had spoken thus.

It both revealed his identity and gave the other party a graceful way out.

A loud laugh echoed from inside the white jade coffin: "Xuanshen? You mean that thief? If not for his scheming, I might not have necessarily lost to that old fogey Xia Yuan."

Xuan Ze's eyes were filled with terror: "You are... Ancestor Xuan Xiang?!"

The first-generation Tianyi Demon Dragon created by the descent of the "Emperor" had named himself Xuan Xiang after awakening his consciousness, making him the origin of their lineage.

This Ancestor Xuan Xiang was exceptionally talented. Not only did he taint himself with the "Emperor's" most overbearing aura, transforming into the body of a Dark Demon Dragon, but he also obtained the authority of the Divine Oracle.

This gave him a supreme status within the Demon Race, making him incredibly illustrious.

Yet, for some unknown reason, three hundred years ago in a great war, he was defeated by a human—a human named Xia Yuan.

A sinister laugh came from inside the white jade coffin: "Little kid, you actually know of me?"

Xuan Ze said humbly, "Ancestor is indeed the source of our Tianyi Demon Dragon bloodline. This junior dares not forget, nor will I ever forget."

Ancestor Xuan Xiang's aura almost burst through the coffin: "Then do you know how I was defeated back then?"

Xuan Ze: "This junior does not know."

Xuan Xiang sneered, "It was that Ancestor Xuanshen of yours! He launched a sneak attack at the final moment, and while I was heavily injured by Xia Yuan, he extracted my authority!"

Cold sweat broke out on Xuan Ze's forehead.

If that was the case, Ancestor Xuan Xiang and their lineage could be said to be locked in an irreconcilable, deadly feud.

He decisively shot backward, fleeing rapidly toward the outside of the passage.

However, such speed was still far from enough.

The black silk threads had already wrapped around Xuan Ze's wrists.

Xuan Xiang's voice rang out once more: "Consider your body as part of the compensation that Xuanshen's lineage owes me."

With that,

the black silk threads bound all of Xuan Ze's limbs. His eyes instantly turned dull and hollow, like a marionette being "pulled" toward the white jade coffin.

"Stop him."

Just then, a completely different voice echoed from inside the white jade coffin.

Shen Xingchen heard it clearly. It sounded more like a human voice, carrying the weathered tone of a middle-aged man.

Xuan Xiang's sharp voice rang out again: "You thief Jiang Shuo, stop struggling! First, Xia Yuan suppressed me for two hundred and eighty years, and then you bastard suppressed me for over a dozen years. We have a lot of scores to settle! Once I finish taking over this body, it will be the moment of your death!"

Shen Xingchen's heart jolted violently.

Jiang Shuo, the name of Jiang Qingyao's father, had actually been spoken by that old demon.

Inside the white jade coffin, there was not only the old demon Xuan Xiang, but also Jiang Qingyao's father!

Shen Xingchen's eyes narrowed as he blocked the path of "Xuan Ze."

If Xuan Xiang truly succeeded in taking over the body, this world would likely no longer be able to restrain this former King Class demon.

When that time came, everyone, including himself, would die.

Xuan Xiang's voice actually came out of Xuan Ze's mouth: "Stinky brat, with your meager realm, you dare to block me?"

Shen Xingchen did not speak.

He pressed his thumbs together, pointing towards Xuan Ze's "vessel."

At his acupoints, the sword qi that had just quieted down grew restless once more.

The buzzing sword qi whipped up a fierce storm, causing the airflow in the entire grand hall to become turbulent.

Xuan Xiang continued to mock, "With your realm, you dare to come to a place like this? I really don't know what your superiors were thinking. Were you sent here just to die?"

"Silence!"

A pure white sword glow appeared at Shen Xingchen's fingertip, resembling a point of light compressed to its absolute limit.

The sword glow expanded bit by bit. It was not particularly dazzling, but it felt incredibly cold, as if it came from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds.

The sword qi suddenly erupted.

Like an extremely slender beam of light, it shot out, originating from Shen Xingchen's finger.

Under such extreme speed, even time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

"Xuan Ze," who had still been smiling mockingly, had his smile freeze on his face upon seeing this.

"How is this possible?!"

Daring not to underestimate it in the slightest, he controlled Xuan Ze's body and directly transformed into his original demon dragon form.

The Tianyi Demon Dragon was world-renowned for its strength and defense. Revealing its true form would allow it to better block that sword qi.

At the same time,

Xuan Xiang also conjured a grim, demonic formation in front of him. As the formation rotated, it exuded a terrifying and bloody aura.

Even for someone at the Xiang Realm, breaking this formation pattern would not be easy.

The sword qi arrived.

Boom—

This time, Sword Saint Cui Ping's sword qi, which had always been unstoppable in the past, did not pierce straight through the formation. Instead, it clashed violently with the pitch-black formation.

However, the pitch-black formation did not hold out for long.

Crack—

A crack appeared on the pitch-black formation, and then it spread bit by bit.

The pure white sword qi was still superior.

At a certain moment,

the pitch-black formation shattered completely.

The pure white sword qi still had residual power, continuing to pierce forward.

"Xuan Ze" was filled with disbelief. He wanted to pinch the sword light with his hand but was blasted backward instead.

His body was blasted into the side wall of the grand hall, leaving a massive crater.

Shen Xingchen stared warily in that direction.

"Xuan Ze's" body had a conspicuous sword wound that pierced straight through.

This strike had indeed heavily wounded "Xuan Ze," but it had not completely defeated him.

He stood up once more: "Little bastard, I didn't expect this, I really didn't expect you to hide such a killer move. Let me think, why does this sword qi feel so familiar... It belongs to that old fogey Sword Saint Cui Ping, doesn't it?"

"Three hundred years ago, his sword qi couldn't kill me, and it definitely won't now! I also don't believe you can unleash another identical sword qi!"