Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 451: Chapter 307 Hunting the Flood Dragon

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Half a year later, as the twin suns gradually hid behind the Divine Ruins, the Mingye Realm was about to welcome over four months of the Nether Night Season.

That day, the sky was dim with dense clouds covering the sky.

In a luxurious estate of the Fire Saber Tribe, Zhao Sheng was imparting some profound True Method of Immortal Cultivation to Dao Xiaodao.

Suddenly, Zhao Sheng’s expression changed as he saw a crimson Jade Talisman shooting in from outside the cave, landing in his hand.

At the sight of the Jade Talisman, Zhao Sheng showed a touch of joy. After Divine Sense probed into it, he abruptly stood up.

“Master, what makes you so happy?” asked Dao Xiaodao with a perplexed look on her face.

“Earlier, I had tasked a few fellow Daoists with searching for the traces of the Cold Desolate Flood Dragon. I didn’t expect to receive news today. It seems I will have to take a long trip again,” Zhao Sheng replied, with an air of good spirits.

“Master, with your strength, catching the Cold Desolate Flood Dragon will surely be effortless. Your disciple congratulates you in advance on achieving your desire!” Dao Xiaodao, upon hearing this, immediately smiled with expectation.

“I hope the Dragon Serpent Pill of that Cold Desolate Flood Dragon will enable me to achieve a Yin Yang Balance, breaking the core to an infant,” Zhao Sheng also nodded with a look of anticipation.

“Master, with your great fortune, you will undoubtedly accomplish what you desire,” Dao Xiaodao hurriedly chimed in with a playful smile.

Zhao Sheng nodded but said no more.

The techniques he mainly cultivated, the Golden Crow Burning Sky Technique and the Taiqing Nine Yang Technique, both belong to the category of Supreme Fire and Ultimate Yang.

After advancing his cultivation to the state of Perfect Golden Core, Zhao Sheng realized that his Yang energy was too potent, reaching the regrettable state of “The Overzealous Dragon Regrets.

It is said that Yang alone does not thrive; all things carry Yin and embrace Yang, and vice versa.

The Dragon Serpent Pill of the Cold Desolate Flood Dragon is known to be the utmost Yin and cold in nature, making it an excellent candidate for the extreme of Yin.

Therefore, Zhao Sheng set a significant reward for any information on the whereabouts of a thousand-year-old Cold Desolate Flood Dragon.

In a short while, Zhao Sheng arrived at a small, elegant room.

The room wasn’t large, but it was tidy, and on the Jade Couch inside already sat two Golden Core Main Priests.

Leading them was a young master in a green armored robe, and beside him sat a fox-faced lady still brimming with charm.

The moment they met, Zhao Sheng immediately revealed a hint of surprise.

“Brother Shenglong, I bet you didn’t expect that the person accepting your reward would be none other than me. It seems we are fated,” the young master said with a slight startle, then rose to extend his hands in a gesture of courtesy.

The other two, as well, exchanged smiles, stood up, and gave a polite greeting.

“So it is Zhe Yan and Jin Jing, the celestial couple. Since we all know each other well, I won’t stand on ceremony. The Cold Desolate Flood Dragon is extremely important to me; I hope both of you Taoist fellows will not skimp on your guidance,” Zhao Sheng replied, returning the gesture while speaking earnestly.

“It’s quite the coincidence. Some days ago, the two of us were traveling together around the Wuya Sea. Two months prior, as we passed by a fog-enshrouded deserted island, we incidentally discovered traces of the Cold Desolate Flood Dragon within a hundred miles from the island at sea.

After patiently waiting for half a month, we finally witnessed the beast absorbing nature’s spiritual energy, confirming it was indeed a Cold Desolate Flood Dragon, with a Daoist cultivation of no less than a thousand years.

Knowing of your reward, we hurried back to inform you,” Zhe Yan said, his eyes flashing with sincerity as he recollected the experience.

“Oh? How far is that island from Candle Light Mountain?” Zhao Sheng asked, his eyebrows raising in anticipation.

“The two of us flew back all the way and it took us roughly seven to eight days. If we depart immediately, it should take no more than half a month to reach it,” Zhe Yan said after a brief pondering.

“In that case, please lead the way. Of course, as long as I lay eyes on the Cold Desolate Flood Dragon, I guarantee that the rewards mentioned will immediately be in your hands,” Zhao Sheng asserted with composure.

Upon hearing this, Zhe Yan and his companion exchanged glances and nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Moments later, three streaks of tunneling light burst into the sky from the grand estate spanning thousands of acres, shooting toward the Wuya Sea in the east.

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More than ten days later, somewhere over the boundless Wuya Sea.

The sea was calm, without a wave in sight.

Apart from the occasional sea breeze that stirred up a wave or two, there was hardly a ripple in sight. Still, the panorama was infused with a faint Yin energy. Although it didn’t impair visibility, it added a hint of eeriness to the Wuya Sea.

At that moment, a series of Breaking Void sounds approached, and three streaks of golden, red, and green tunneling light sped across the Upper Sky.

Within the lights, three figures, two men and a woman – Zhao Sheng and his party, were making their way tirelessly through the night over thousands of miles.

Despite the continuous flight over the tens of days, such an endeavor posed no problem for the three Golden Core Main Priests like Zhao Sheng.

A moment later, Zhe Yan, flying at the forefront, suddenly slowed his flight. Seeing this, Zhao Sheng also halted.

“Brother Shenglong, if my memory serves me right, the deserted island should be less than a hundred miles ahead,” Zhe Yan glanced around and then affirmed confidently.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s eyes narrowed as he peered into the distance.

Looking ahead at the sea surface, through the thick haze, a distinctly denser fog could be seen. Within this heavy mist, lay the hazy outline of a barren island less than a mile in diameter.

A few moments later, as the flying lights pierced through the fog and came to a halt, they found themselves above a barren island devoid of vegetation, with nothing but bare, dark green rocks covering it. The nearby waters were entirely blanketed with dark green seaweed, lifeless and void of spirit.