Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 647 - 457: Hong Yuan, I demand a blood for blood repayment!_2
"Oh? Reclaim the various provinces of the Eastern Wilderness and ensure that all its people can live and work in peace and contentment?" A voice chuckled. "Haha, a noble ambition, truly commendable! A woman who strives to surpass men—you must indeed work hard."
"Mm, I will definitely work hard."
In a vague moment, Tang Xi seemed to see her Crown Prince, Tang Anshi, ascend to the throne, return to the Eastern Wilderness, conquer the world, and usher in a golden age where the people of the Eastern Wilderness lived in peace and contentment...
The sound of shattering intensified.
Clouds churned, petals danced, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.
From bottom to top, like a goddess from the Ninth Heaven descending to the mortal realm, Tang Xi transformed into a shower of light and petals, scattering and fragmenting, departing from the world of the living.
Daxuan Phoenix Princess Tang Xi—dead!
The fiery-red phoenix manifestation immediately disintegrated, leaving only the Divine Phoenix Zither wailing incessantly.
"Phoenix Princess..." Hong Yuan's eyes darkened slightly, a newfound respect for her stirring in his heart.
At this time, Hong Yuan himself had been severely wounded by Tang Xi, his clothes tattered, his hair matted and filthy.
Yet, merely an hour later, an azure-blue radiance flickered around his body. In the blink of an eye, he was restored to his original handsome appearance, vibrant and spirited, as if the Phoenix God King had descended upon the world.
Undeniably, Hong Yuan had truly achieved a miracle: slaying an Immortal Saint as a mere mortal Martial Artist.
Such a feat, even compared to the Ancient Emperors, was no less impressive, though it was aided by the Reverse Saint Array.
At this moment, the Divine Phoenix Zither still hovered where Tang Xi had died.
Gazing at the Divine Phoenix Zither, the corners of Hong Yuan's mouth curled up in smug satisfaction.
With a light step, Hong Yuan appeared above the Divine Phoenix Zither. He pressed his large hand down, snatching at the zither.
Perceiving the intense malice emanating from Hong Yuan, the Divine Phoenix Zither, a Holy Artifact, awakened on its own. Furious divine flames erupted, seeking to burn Hong Yuan to ashes.
"I, too, am a phoenix!" Hong Yuan declared shamelessly, his expression unchanged as he activated the Phoenix Creek Treasure Skill.
Under the suppression of the Phoenix Creek Treasure Skill, the divine flames were extinguished, and Hong Yuan forcibly seized the Divine Phoenix Zither.
BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...
The Divine Phoenix Zither still struggled fiercely against Hong Yuan, refusing his intrusion.
However, Hong Yuan's dense vital energy enveloped it, causing it immense distress.
An hour later, the Divine Phoenix Zither stiffly obeyed Hong Yuan's commands, slowly merging into his Aperture.
Although I could refine the Divine Phoenix Zither in an instant, I'll go through the motions on the surface for caution's sake.
No rush, just take it slow.
Hong Yuan's eyes shone brightly as he exhaled a breath of turbid air, rejoicing inwardly.
Phoenix Princess Tang Xi's attack was indeed terrifying, but the acquisition of the Divine Phoenix Zither offered some solace to Hong Yuan.
At worst, he would just let 'Bo Qing' condemn his actions more severely and add another great feud to their tally.
After all, 'Bo Qing' already had a life-and-death feud with the Phoenix Creek Great Saint. As the successor to the Phoenix Creek Great Saint, Hong Yuan was bound to inherit this animosity!
Besides, weren't 'Bo Qing' and Hong Yuan both himself?
Hong Yuan smiled indifferently, waving the sleeve of his dark Daoist robe.
He stood upon the Illusion Cloud Flood Dragon, Tang Tianlong in hand, and headed straight for the Green Heaven.
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「An hour later.」
An Illusion Cloud Flood Dragon let out a long cry as it soared gracefully through the sea of clouds, its form elegant.
"Hong Yuan!" Shang Yaoqin, standing on the deck of the flying boat, joyfully waved her small hands upon spotting the elegant figure atop the Illusion Cloud Flood Dragon.
Behind her, Qinglu Great Saint stood tall, the whisk in his hand radiating a dazzling divine light.
Clearly, Qinglu Great Saint was not as calm as Shang Yaoqin imagined. He was on guard, wary that some entity might recklessly launch a sneak attack here!
"Senior Qinglu, Yaoqin," Hong Yuan cupped his hands in greeting.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the three turned to serious matters.
At this moment, Tang Tianlong lay sprawled on the deck, unconscious and listless, his entire body bound by Treasure Skill chains embedded with phoenix Tao Patterns.
"So this is Tang Tianlong? Heh, he seems rather ordinary, merely bearing the title of Great Dream Seed. This man is not worthy of being my comrade!" Shang Yaoqin spoke indifferently, her hands behind her back.
She slowly took out a white Jade Flute and began to play. The flute's melody transformed into white, surging waves that engulfed Tang Tianlong.
Visibly, Tang Tianlong's body trembled unceasingly, his aura gradually weakening.
Streaks of dream-colored light emerged from Tang Tianlong's body, flowing towards the space above Shang Yaoqin. They shrouded her face in a white mist, making her features increasingly indistinct, mysterious, and profound. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
On the other side, Hong Yuan watched Tang Tianlong—who not long ago had been vigorously trading blows with him, full of life—now being carved up by Shang Yaoqin like a pig for slaughter, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
He thought to himself:
The struggle for Destiny within the Human Race is this cruel. If the Human Clan Sky Palace discovers that my Original Body is that mysterious Master of Dream Tao, and notes my various unusual actions...
Then the Human Clan Sky Palace will absolutely use the Skill of Retrieving Souls on me!
Even with my Grandmaster-level attainment in Soul Tao, I definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the Heavenly Palace's methods.
At that point, I'd be a prisoner, and my fate would likely be no better than Tang Tianlong's. No, it would undoubtedly be far more miserable.
Thinking of this, Hong Yuan couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Consequently, he became even more resolute in his guiding principle: 'Seek progress amidst stability, consolidate every step.'
As a Cultivator of Longevity Martial Arts, possessing a vast Life Span of tens of millions of years, he had no need to gamble on achieving immortality in a single lifetime.
He ought to plan for a hundred lifetimes, a thousand lifetimes, even ten thousand lifetimes!
A Great Emperor—how many tens of thousands of years do they have?
