Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 554 - 417: Dawn Has Arrived!

What is a Desolate Beast?

A Desolate Beast is a transcendent and extraordinary being, a Demon Saint that has not awakened its Spiritual Wisdom, a great Ferocious Beast capable of destroying an entire region!

A Desolate Beast without awakened Spiritual Wisdom is indeed terrifying, but the danger it poses isn’t too severe. Ordinary Martial Artists can still devise ways to counter it to some degree.

However, if a Desolate Beast awakens its Spiritual Wisdom, gaining the ability to think like a "human," then it is effectively a Demon Saint.

Because humans are the spirit of all things!

At this moment, this was precisely the case for Prince Tang Anmin, who had sacrificed himself through a secret method to forcibly seize the wild consciousness of the West Dream Tiger Desolate Beast. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

This newly transformed Dream Tao Desolate Beast, the West Dream Tiger, had metamorphosed, as if a Demon Saint had revealed its True Body and descended!

"Hong Yuan, hold on! This battle is all up to you now. No matter what, you must defend," Baixiang Xuanjiang’s expression changed slightly, the purple-gold gourd hovering above his head occasionally emitting a faint golden mist, betraying the gravity of his mood.

"The Human-Beast Burial Method? No, it doesn’t look like it." Mou Liang Great Saint squinted, carefully observing the transformed West Dream Tiger, his pristine white feather fan swaying gently. "With the suppression of the Reverse Saint Array, the situation is still under our control; the Great Dream Seed competition can continue. But this Hong Yuan, I’m afraid he will have to withdraw from the field!"

"Prince... Hong Yuan, I want you dead!!!" A sharp glint flashed in the Northern Guard King’s eyes as he ground his teeth. The talents of the Daxuan Dynasty’s royal family were already scarce. Losing two promising individuals who had the potential to become Saints in one fell swoop made him want to devour Hong Yuan alive.

Under the sky, endless gray thunder cascaded like an inverted Milky Way.

On the ground, souls of Ferocious Beasts surged and sprinted as far as the eye could see.

With every breath taken by West Dream Tiger Tang Anyang, the very fabric of the world seemed to shift, and hurricanes raged.

Humans and beasts on the battlefield were thrown into a panic. They unleashed all their power, desperately fleeing this part of the battlefield without a second thought for their lives.

Even renowned Martial Arts Heavenly Talents like Li Qiyuan, the Qinglu Army Chief, and Chen Hao, the Dragon Flame Army Chief, were forced from the battlefield by West Dream Tiger Tang Anyang’s suddenly surging, overwhelming aura, unable even to look directly at him.

The more advanced a martial world, the more pronounced the Great Power of an individual becomes.

Fifth rank is mortal; sixth rank is sacred.

Between ordinary Martial Artists and immortal Martial Saints, the disparity was truly as vast as that between mortals and immortals.

Since ancient times, those capable of fighting sixth-rank Saints while at the peak of the fifth rank were either legendary Martial Cultivators possessing one of the Ten Extreme Bodies or the trailblazers of their respective eras.

Hong Yuan, I hope you live up to the title of the foremost ordinary person and take up the responsibility... Chen Hao, Li Qiyuan, and the rest of the Army Chiefs from various factions gazed at Hong Yuan, their hopes pinned on him.

Experience the last moments of your life, Hong Yuan! The Great General and others of the Daxuan Dynasty watched with deep gazes, confident that West Dream Tiger Tang Anyang would effortlessly destroy Hong Yuan. This confidence stemmed from their experiences on numerous battlefields.

Fierce winds howled, causing Hong Yuan’s robes to billow and rustle. His black hair danced wildly, cascading over his shoulders.

Because West Dream Tiger Tang Anyang had locked onto him, Hong Yuan endured pressure unimaginable to others—a burden a hundred, even a thousand times greater!

Yet Hong Yuan remained calm, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a tranquil pool.

Hong Yuan exuded an aura of profound composure, as though he would remain steadfast and unmoved even if the heavens and earth were overturned, the seas dried up, and the mountains crumbled.

Inexplicably, the members of the Sect Alliance felt their spirits settle, their previous agitation vanishing.

"Hong Yuan, come to your death!"

A sound like a child’s wail, yet also like a woman’s weeping, roared from West Dream Tiger Tang Anyang’s mouth.

West Dream Tiger Tang Anyang summoned thousands of gray thunderbolts, which cascaded down like a torrential gray river from the heavens, pouring towards Hong Yuan.

The continuous peals of thunder completely drowned out all other sounds on the battlefield.

Woven within these thousands of gray thunderbolts were nearly a thousand Dream Tao Marks, their power so immense it caused the vast battlefield to sink, a truly terrifying sight.

Facing this heavenly trial of thunder, Hong Yuan’s expression remained serene, without the slightest flicker of change.

"Power Tao Divine Power—Xuanwu Illusion!"

From Hong Yuan’s right shoulder, a Xuanwu Illusion—possessing the head of a tortoise and the tail of a snake—suddenly erupted, enveloping and shielding him.

This lifelike Xuanwu Illusion had dense, intricate runes engraved on its shell, resembling an ancient scripture.

At Hong Yuan’s command, the Xuanwu Illusion remained silent and motionless, allowing the thousands of gray thunderbolts to crash down and the nearly thousand Dream Tao Marks to entwine around it, yet it stood unyielding, not budging an inch!

RUMBLE!

Where the two forces clashed, the light was brilliant, blindingly intense.

This region of space trembled violently, resonant booms echoing outwards ceaselessly.

The ordinary Martial Artists watching from the sidelines didn’t know whether to shut their eyes tightly or cover their ears, which were already bleeding.

They collapsed to their knees, wailing in agony. Even the Martial Arts Heavenly Talents had to exert their full power just to withstand the aftershocks.

This was power at the Saint Level—far beyond what ordinary mortals could hope to witness or comprehend!

"No, there’s a significant change!"

The Saints observing from the Green Heaven were astonished. They narrowed their eyes, focusing intently on Hong Yuan, who remained sheltered by the Xuanwu Illusion.

Power Tao Divine Power—Vermilion Bird Shadow!

Hong Yuan exhaled softly, and his breath transformed into a Vermilion Bird Shadow.

The Vermilion Bird Shadow glowed with fiery light, containing the Vermilion Bird Leaving Fire and the Nine Nether Underworld Fire. There were a staggering eighty-one types of Strange Fire in total, potent enough to burn mountains and seas, setting the world ablaze!

With each flap of its wings, the Vermilion Bird Shadow left indelible black scorch marks in midair and even tore open rifts in the fabric of space.