Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams-Chapter 427 - 213: Golden Core Flood Dragon Corpse (Part 3)
He could also sense a hint of concern in Shen Wen’an’s words.
After all, they had known each other for decades, and the Shen Family, especially the old Shen Chongming, had treated it well.
Looking at the horrifying wounds on its body, Shen Wen’an shook his head and sighed, a flash of light in his hand, and directly took out a bottle of healing Rejuvenation Pills.
"Take them first."
Throwing the porcelain bottle over.
The giant centipede immediately opened its mouth to suck, swallowing even the porcelain bottle itself, quietly refining the medicinal power.
"Where are your bugs and descendants?"
Taking advantage of the moment the centipede was refining the healing elixir, Shen Wen’an casually said, "Let them out to devour these demon beasts’ corpses."
Earlier, he had slain dozens of demon beasts gathered at the edge of the poisonous miasma with a single strike.
Among them, several had already reached the Fetal Breathing Realm.
He was heading to the Western Wilderness Muhe Tribe gathering spot to seek Golden Essence Qi, so it was inconvenient to carry these demon beast corpses.
"They’re... all dead..."
Mentioning its bugs and descendants, the centipede leader’s body suddenly showed a faint trace of sadness.
Recently, it had several conflicts with the demon beasts of Great Witch Mountain, and its poisonous miasma centipedes, which had cultivated into demons, had mostly all perished in battle.
Now, apart from those ordinary centipedes by its side, it stood alone.
Shen Wen’an sighed again, turned to the demon beast corpses, and took out all the Demon Essence Pills within them, then waved to push the corpses to the centipede leader.
"Consume them, replenish some energy and blood."
The centipede leader obediently nodded, opened its mouth, and spat out a pitch-black poisonous liquid, covering all the demon beasts’ corpses.
Moments later, the pitch-black poisonous liquid was reabsorbed into its belly, leaving only chaotic white bones scattered on the ground.
"Take me to see those poisonous plants."
Shen Wen’an spoke.
The centipede leader hesitated slightly, then twisted its body to lead him into the depths of the poisonous miasma.
Returning to the mound, Shen Wen’an looked at the colorful poisonous plants on the mound, suddenly frowning.
When he first arrived here, his cultivation was only at the early stage of Fetal Breathing, and he hadn’t sensed any anomalies in the depths of the poisonous miasma.
Now, standing before the mound again, he finally noticed something amiss.
What mound?
It was clearly a giant tomb!
The treasure guarded by the centipede leader for two hundred years was actually someone’s grave mound grass!
When he closed off to comprehend the Guardian Sword Bone, he gained a realm in an unconventional way.
Standing before the giant mound now, he could clearly feel a faint power of realm beneath the mound!
This was enough to prove that whatever was buried within the mound had either comprehended its own realm ahead of achieving the Golden Core, with the same cultivation as his own, or was a genuine entity with a Golden Core!
"Did you know this is a tomb?"
Turning to the centipede leader, Shen Wen’an asked seriously.
The centipede leader shook its head in confusion.
"I... I found this place by instinct back then, but..."
As if recalling something, it uneasily twisted its body, saying, "With each absorption and refinement of this treasure’s leaves, I gain some inexplicable information in my mind..."
"The sword-bearer, do you think I’ve been possessed!?"
The centipede leader suddenly exclaimed, its voice somewhat sharp.
Shen Wen’an gave it a glance, saying, "If you were possessing, would you even know?"
As he spoke, he slowly drew the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
"Move back a bit."
"Be careful, don’t harm my treasure!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
The centipede leader quickly retreated while nervously reminding.
Shen Wen’an squinted his eyes slightly; when he swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword, several sharp sword auras stirred up!
A few sword auras expanded rapidly, in the blink of an eye slashing onto the giant mound!
Boom!
Boom!
The dull booming sound resonated, revealing something amiss to Shen Wen’an.
The mound wasn’t any Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects but composed of the most ordinary stone and soil of Hidden Dragon Mountain.
Yet, his sword aura had pierced through the surface soil and stone, clearly striking something hard!
To withstand his sword aura’s slash, it could not be ordinary stones.
In order to protect the poison grass atop the mound, he refrained from using highly powerful moves.
With a thought, a three-inch long golden little sword appeared before him.
In the next moment, the golden little sword split into two, and then into four...
In a flash, it had multiplied into over two hundred.
Following his divine thought’s change, the over two hundred golden little swords morphed into a massive drill bit, rapidly spinning towards the front of the mound.
Large amounts of soil and rock were shattered; within moments, the Dragon Soul Magical Sword apparently encountered obstruction.
Shen Wen’an beckoned, reclaiming the magical sword, his figure flickered along the drilled passage into the mound’s interior.
Before him were several large scales, black and red intertwined.
"Is this... a giant serpent?"
Shen Wen’an extended his hand, gently stroking the massive scales, faintly sensing the remnant spirituality within.
A Fetal Breathing Cultivator could already preserve their body for a hundred years post-mortem.
These scales of the suspected giant serpent still retained spirituality, suggesting it had likely surpassed Fetal Breathing in life, achieving the Golden Core Dao.
However, Shen Wen’an did not perceive any golden nature.
Clearly, what remained here was merely a corpse.
Divine sense penetrated these spiritual scales, delving within, Shen Wen’an experienced deeply, and a surge of sword qi instantly erupted from his surface!
