Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams-Chapter 428 - 213: Golden Core Flood Dragon Corpse (Part 4)
The sharp sword qi danced around him, and in an instant, it completely blew up the entire hill!
"My treasure!"
In the distance, the Centipede Leader was scared and fled in a panic by this sudden change, constantly shouting.
The surrounding toxic mist was stirred by the sword qi, mingling with smoke and spreading around.
When everything dissipated, the Centipede Leader hurried over, ready to speak, but was immediately stunned by the scene before it!
It only saw that the hill it had guarded for nearly two hundred years had disappeared, replaced by a terrifying giant serpent coiled together!
The scales on the surface of the giant serpent were a mix of black and red, its flesh and blood had vanished, leaving only a python hide wrapping the skeleton within.
The Centipede Leader raised its head, its gaze sweeping along the serpent’s body a few times, yet it couldn’t find its head.
It only saw its long-desired treasure floating in the void, with long roots embedded in the serpent’s body.
Shen Wen’an hovered in mid-air, his body enveloped by a Sword Element Shield.
Gazing intently at the massive skeletal remains below, he murmured in a deep voice, "This is a Poisonous Flood Dragon of the Golden Core Realm."
"It seems that its head was cut off by someone, its divine spirit obliterated..."
"Not sure if its golden nature reincarnated or was taken by someone from the Underworld."
With a slight mental movement, Shen Wen’an extended his palm and grasped at the void.
The condensed Sword Element Power instantly pulled out the roots of the poisonous grass along with a colorful glowing orb!
The colorful glow on the surface of the orb was clearly dim, but profound auras were emanating from it.
At this moment, Shen Wen’an understood.
The treasure guarded by the Centipede Leader for nearly two hundred years was in fact the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Object grown from the broken Golden Core inside the Poisonous Flood Dragon.
As for every time it refined and devoured the leaves of the poisonous grass, some mysterious information appeared in its mind.
Most likely, these were the remnants of the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s memories before its death.
A Golden Core Realm Poisonous Flood Dragon was decapitated and its body was hastily buried here...
Shen Wen’an vaguely felt that this Poisonous Flood Dragon should be related to the Dragon Taming Clan back in the day.
After a short thought, he released a Sword Element Power, enveloping the roots of the poisonous grass along with the last bit of the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Golden Core Power.
"You don’t need to guard this treasure anymore."
"Just refine and absorb all of these later, it will be a decent inheritance."
This Poisonous Flood Dragon must have experienced a fierce battle before its death, and its Golden Core was shattered.
The organic matter that gave rise to this poisonous grass didn’t stem from its complete Golden Core, otherwise, after nearly refining the whole poisonous grass, the Centipede Leader wouldn’t still have merely the cultivation of Early Stage Fetal Breathing.
The Golden Core was incomplete, and the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s lifetime inheritance is evidently not complete either; it depends on how much the Centipede Leader can comprehend.
Hearing this, the Centipede Leader eagerly moved closer, opening its mouth to swallow the poisonous grass and the remaining Golden Core power.
"Don’t rush."
With a slight motion in his mind, Shen Wen’an manipulated the glowing orb to dodge aside.
"I have other matters to attend to this time and cannot stay here to guard you."
"Take this to Yunshui City later, and let Chongming guard you while you refine it."
He could feel that once the Centipede Leader finished refining these, it could at least break through to the Middle Stage Fetal Breathing, possibly even reaching the Late Stage Fetal Breathing.
This is bound to be a long process, and he didn’t have time to stay here.
The Centipede Leader nodded rapidly, immediately spitting out a ball of toxic liquid, wrapping the glowing orb and swallowing it into its stomach.
Seeing this, Shen Wen’an took another glance at the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s skeleton and hide on the ground.
This was a Golden Core Realm demon beast, its entire body a treasure.
Though its flesh had decayed, the bones and scale hide were valuable items that shouldn’t be wasted.
He patted the storage bag at his waist, directly storing the headless Poisonous Flood Dragon’s skeletal remains into it.
The Centipede Leader wriggled its way to the pit’s bottom, intending to see if there were any other valuable items left.
After searching for a while, its sharp forelimbs seemed to touch something, prompting it to dig its massive head into the soil in front of it.
"Hey sword-bearer, look at what I’ve found...ugh!"
"What kind of rubbish bronze is this?"
The head emerged from the soil with the Centipede Leader clutching something in its jaws, ready to show off, only to realize that what it painstakingly found seemed to be a broken bronze fragment. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
It looked like the bottom of a bronze bottle.
Shen Wen’an cast a sidelong glance, his figure instantly appearing beside the Centipede Leader, picking up the bronze fragment it spat out onto the ground.
"Is it a treasure?"
The Centipede Leader curiously asked upon seeing him do so.
It felt a faint spiritual power fluctuation from the bronze fragment.
But over the years, its offspring had found countless broken artifact fragments from the mountain to offer up.
It had long lost interest in such things.
Shen Wen’an carefully examined the bronze fragment, gently wiping away the dirt on it, indeed, discovering familiar inscription marks.
It’s from the same magical artifact!
Over the decades, he had seen three bronze fragments with the same pattern.
The first was taken from a Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer disciple of the Hundred Beasts Mountain back then.
The second was obtained while slaying a Fetal Breathing Stage Pig Demon in the Black Pine Forest’s Spirit Crystal vein.
The last time was when three people from the Suihuo Sect intercepted Shen Chongming, only to be counter-killed by him.
On that occasion, an elder of the Late Stage Fetal Breathing from Suihuo Sect had wielded a pair of copper rings.
Now, he had found the bottle bottom of this magical artifact.
Recalling the shapes of the previous bronze fragments he had acquired, the general appearance of this artifact already formed in his mind.
