Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

At some point, Yang Dingtian had opened his eyes. His sharp gaze was fixed on Ye Wushuang, who was bathed in a glorious radiance, but his expression gradually darkened.

Ye Wushuang’s transformation was astonishing. Even from a distance, Yang Dingtian could faintly sense the terrifying might of the Treasure Body.

"Ye Wushuang!"

He murmured the two words, a name he had learned at the Earth Palace Gate. The insignificant figure he had once dismissed now presented him with a great challenge.

He glanced at the mountain peak again, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes.

’No, I can’t let Ye Wushuang get there first.’

Yang Dingtian muttered to himself and resumed his meditation.

Having broken through to the Treasure Body, Ye Wushuang felt his entire body brimming with power. His vitality surged, and his Physical Strength had risen by several levels.

Although there was only a one-word difference between a Pseudo-Treasure Body and a true Treasure Body, they were worlds apart. With his current body, even a Ninth-Grade Spiritual Artifact would struggle to leave a scratch. His pure Physical Strength alone was now enough to kill experts of the Fourth or Fifth Layer.

’My Treasure Body is complete, and I’ve broken through to the True Essence Fourth Layer. This trip was definitely worth it.’ Ye Wushuang was overjoyed. His greatest gain was, without a doubt, the formation of his Treasure Body.

He then looked up at the peak. ’I wonder what’s up there?’

Ye Wushuang was overcome with curiosity and wanted to go take a look.

However, the presence of the strongest disciple, watching him like a tiger eyeing its prey, weighed heavily on him.

If he reached the peak first, not only would he survive, but he might also be able to claim the mysterious object waiting there.

But if Yang Dingtian got there first, he would undoubtedly kill him the instant he secured the prize.

With his current Combat Power, he was no match for the strongest disciple. He would surely perish here.

’There are still two Holy Texts left. I’ll have to bet everything on this.’

After a moment of thought, Ye Wushuang made his decision. He would take the gamble.

The Tai Chi Pattern was profound and mysterious, and it aided in the comprehension of the Dao. With its help, his chances of reaching the peak before Yang Dingtian were much greater.

With his Treasure Body complete, Ye Wushuang focused his mind on comprehension. The Tai Chi Pattern in his Divine Court shed its Yin Yang Divine Light, its rich Yin Yang Dao Charm blending with the Dao Charm emanating from the Holy Text.

Then, Ye Wushuang began his meditation.

At the same time, Yang Dingtian stood up. He turned to look at Ye Wushuang, who was still sitting cross-legged, and let out a cold sneer.

’In the end, I’m still one step ahead!’

Having adapted to the terrifying pressure, he resumed his ascent. He wasn’t far now. Soon, he would reach the peak and claim his prize.

Not long after, Ye Wushuang also stood up. He glanced at Yang Dingtian walking ahead, his brow furrowed. He had still underestimated the ability of the strongest disciple; the pressure was immense.

If Yang Dingtian made it to the top first, he would be the one to die, even with his newly formed Treasure Body.

Ye Wushuang didn’t linger. Empowering himself with his Treasure Body, he dashed further up the mountain before sitting down cross-legged once more.

The seconds and minutes ticked by, but neither of them moved.

SHH!

A moment later, a pair of eyes snapped open, shooting out two sharp glints of light.

It was none other than Ye Wushuang!

He was one step ahead and had successfully fused with the Dao Charm of another Holy Text.

He glanced at Yang Dingtian, a smirk playing on his lips, and strode toward the peak. The immense pressure was gone, and his body felt so light it was as if he could fly.

On the Flame Mountain Peak, there was a flat clearing. In its center stood a cliff face wreathed in crimson flames!

Ye Wushuang stood before it, his gaze fixed on the crimson flames. His Ultimate Yang Technique began to circulate furiously, greedily devouring the Flame Power in the air around him.

The temperature of this Flame Power was clearly higher than that of the flames below. Ye Wushuang was grateful he had forged his Treasure Body; otherwise, even he wouldn’t have been able to withstand such heat.

Of course, that wasn’t Ye Wushuang’s main concern. His attention was fixed on an Ancient Seal script on the cliff face.

The script of this Ancient Seal was the same as the Holy Texts below; it was not a language of the Grand Emperor Domain.

Flames coiled around this Ancient Seal, making it resemble a crimson sun. It seemed to have gathered ninety percent of all the fire on the mountain. The flames at its core had turned purple, emitting the most terrifying heat of all.

’What is this flame? Could it be the Ultimate Yang True Fire?’

Ye Wushuang was horrified. Faced with such temperatures, he didn’t dare get any closer, even with his Treasure Body. A flame like that could incinerate his body to ash.

VMMMM!

Suddenly, the Ancient Seal trembled violently. The crimson flames shot into the sky like a colossal fire dragon, a king among flames, forcing all the other fires to retreat in deference.

As the flames pulsed, a spectral image appeared.

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!

The entire Flame Mountain began to shake violently, as if it were on the verge of collapse.

The disciples of the Fiery Sun Sect below were stunned. They all leaped to their feet, staring at Flame Mountain, and one exclaimed in ecstasy, "Senior Brother must have gotten it!"

"Hahaha! That treasure was discovered by an ancestor of the Fiery Sun Sect, but for generations, no one has been able to claim it. To think Senior Brother would be the one to succeed! He truly is the greatest genius of our sect."

The crowd laughed with immense pride.

Meanwhile, on Flame Mountain, Yang Dingtian’s eyes snapped open, his expression turning grim. Ye Wushuang had beaten him there.

"Ye Wushuang, if you dare touch what is mine, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth and tear you limb from limb! I will make you beg for a death that will never come!" Yang Dingtian could only resort to threats, his heart burning with the desire to charge up and kill him on the spot.

But he couldn’t.

Because he had not yet fused with the Dao Charm of the ninth Holy Text, he couldn’t ascend to the peak. All he could do was issue a few threats before quickly re-entering a meditative state, hoping to reach the peak and kill Ye Wushuang before he could claim the prize.

On the peak, Ye Wushuang’s gaze was locked on the image.

It was the stooped, ancient figure of a man, though his face was impossible to make out clearly.

But the vast power it radiated was something Ye Wushuang had never experienced before. Even as a mere image, its might was beyond his comprehension.

This was even more terrifying than the being he had encountered in the Divine Temple!

A Saint!

’Could this be one of the ethereal, legendary Saints?’

Ye Wushuang made a shocked guess. Above the True Essence Realm was the Spiritual Spring Realm, followed by the Yin Yang Realm and the Nirvana Realm. He had heard legends of Great Saint Sages before and surmised that the so-called "Saint" was likely a state within the Nirvana Realm, or perhaps a realm even higher.

However, this was only speculation. After all, the highest level of power he had ever witnessed belonged to the Yin Yang Realm. He had never even seen a Nirvana Realm expert, to say nothing of realms beyond it.

As he stared at the towering and immense figure, Ye Wushuang suddenly felt his own bloodline begin to boil. A dragon’s roar echoed as a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon burst from his body and charged into the Ancient Seal.

"Dao!"

A celestial voice, seeming to originate from a distant shore, suddenly echoed in Ye Wushuang’s mind.

Ye Wushuang’s spirit trembled, his eyes fixed intently on the stooped figure.

The figure looked up to the heavens and uttered a single word: "Perish!"

BOOM!

Before Ye Wushuang could even comprehend what had happened, the image instantly shattered.

BOOM!

The moment the image shattered, the Ancient Seal trembled again. The endless crimson-purple flames suddenly contracted and lunged toward Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang’s face fell. With nowhere to run, his only option was to connect to the Chaos Space and pull the mass of fire inside.

The ball of fire raged within the Chaos Space, slamming against the Chaos Barrier.

BOOM!

At the same time, the Chaos Dragon Tomb also underwent a bizarre change, beginning to tremble violently.

In the next moment, the one thing Ye Wushuang had always feared finally happened.

The Chaos Dragon Tomb suddenly began to frantically devour Ye Wushuang’s blood. It showed no mercy; it was an act of pure plunder.

Ye Wushuang felt the blood drain from his body at a frightening rate. His face turned pale, and even some of his life force was being devoured.

"Dammit!"

Ye Wushuang’s heart sank. He struggled and resisted with all his might, but the Chaos Dragon Tomb only grew more frenzied.

In just a few moments, sixty percent of his bloodline had been devoured.

Despair washed over Ye Wushuang. He had always known this could be the outcome, but he never expected it to happen so soon, without even giving him time to grow stronger.