The Great Flame Devil that had chased over to the entrance of the deep abyss recovered, howling madly as it shot into the deep abyss, instantly arriving before Yan Zhaoge!
Yan Zhaoge completely ignored that Great Flame Devil as he just stood on the top of the pillar of the Divine Palace, next stomping downwards with both feet!
The pillar of the Divine Palace instantly flickered with seven-coloured radiance, continuing to seal the ice dragon’s body, descending towards the depths of the deep abyss of flames down below!
There, Yan Zhaoge’s Cold Abyss Domain had been trapped in place by the small red pagoda, unable to serve any effect at all.
Now, however, Yan Zhaoge stood on the pillar of the Divine Palace, pressuring the ice dragon’s body downwards, completely shooting within the area of the formation that was enveloped by the nine pillars of white light.
Amidst their glow, the dragon’s roar gradually became more and more real.
The power of extreme coldness instantly expanded, causing the depths of the deep abyss to drop drastically in temperature, no longer being blazing hot.
Yan Zhaoge kept the pillar of the Divine Palace, himself descending within the Cold Abyss Domain.
He extended his hands, the aura-qi cold on one side and hot on the other, yin and yang merging, before they slammed simultaneously downwards.
The ice dragon seemed as though it had been revived as its massive body entangled the crimson pagoda.
The true body of flesh and blood actually gradually transformed into an ice-blue light dragon at this moment.
That Flame Devil was unwilling to give up, having chased Yan Zhaoge all the way to the depths of the deep abyss as it now clawed towards Yan Zhaoge’s head.
However, enveloped by the Cold Abyss Domain, Yan Zhaoge had already descended to the top of the crimson pagoda.
He punched towards the top of the pagoda, power in which ice and fire intermingled instantly shooting upwards, blocking the claws of that Great Flame Devil!
Amidst the unresigned, enraged howl of that Great Flame Devil, Yan Zhaoge let out a long roar that resembled a dragon’s, the crimson pagoda beginning to shake intensely!
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 399: True dragon leaves sea, cultivating aura into essence
HSSB399: True dragon leaves sea, cultivating aura into essence
Yan Zhaoge stood on the top of the crimson pagoda, raising his head as he let out a long roar to the heavens.
The Cold Abyss Domain surrounding his body, within the formation, an ice-blue light dragon coiled around the crimson pagoda, bringing the pagoda in flying upwards together.
The nine white pillars of light surrounding the formation stood tall, beginning to rotate rapidly with Yan Zhaoge at their centre.
Accompanied by the rotation of the nine white pillars of light, they seemed like a vortex, stirring up the surrounding lava and blazing flames of the deep abyss.
A massive vortex in which fire and ice intermingled appeared, unceasingly expanding towards the surroundings.
Located in the middle of the vortex, Yan Zhaoge’s expression was calm and determined as he raised his head and looked upwards.
The Great Flame Devil that had been murderously pursuing him all the way now let out a howl that was mixed with shock and rage, its body having already been swept within the vortex of fire and ice.
Standing on the top of the crimson pagoda, there instead seemed to be calm seas and fortuitous winds where Yan Zhaoge was in the eye of the vortex.
The ice-blue light dragon swept the pagoda along as it flew up towards the skies, shooting out of the deep abyss.
Having lost the suppression of the crimson pagoda, this deep abyss of blazing flames was finally shaken.
Along within it, the numerous earth veins that were connected to it were also shaken. With the underground core of the fire net, the source from which its changes had originated, shaken, the entire Outer East Sea seemed to be affected by this as well.
Looking downward from infinite heights, currently, in the massive fire net enveloping the entire Outer East Sea that obscured the heavens and covered the earth, fiery light seemed to flicker as it dimmed slightly.
Amidst the rising process of the crimson pagoda, that ice-blue light dragon roared unceasingly as it coiled.
At the top of the pagoda, Yan Zhaoge made a stance with his fist, his martial fist-intent similarly circulated to the maximum possible level.
The light dragon entangling the pagoda sought out its head and neck, also beginning to coil around Yan Zhaoge.
The pagoda was stimulated by this as numerous streams of red light began extending onto Yan Zhaoge’s entire body.
All the acupoints of Yan Zhaoge’s body pulsed as red light and blue light integrated unceasingly within Yan Zhaoge’s body in an endless stream.
The great amount of pure, refined qi that obscured the heavens and covered the earth were like unstoppable tides of the sea as they virtually engulfed Yan Zhaoge.
With Yan Zhaoge’s foundation in the Peerless Heavenly Scripture, he was also temporarily unable to refine all of this massive amount of qi as he could only first store some of it within his body.
It was only Yan Zhaoge who could do so. Were it other late Spirit Vessel Martial Grandmasters, they would having directly died from their bodies imploding.
Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes, blue light and red light flickering intermittently within his pupils.
A great amount of pure, refined qi had been absorbed and stored by him, while the portion that he could refine now had been integrated into the chaotic qi mass within his body.
Feeling the profound mysteries with the true dragon’s body formed of flesh and blood transforming into a light dragon, feeling the unique concept within that crimson pagoda, spiritual light flickered within Yan Zhaoge’s heart.
He let out a long breath, his voice resembling the howls of tigers and the roars of dragons.
All the acupoints of Yan Zhaoge’s body opened together, numerous streams of aura-qi amidst blue and red lustre shooting out from within, transforming into numerous light dragons which coiled about Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge now released his fist stance.
Yan Zhaoge punched forward, the concept within that resembled chaos gradually turning from false to real.
The concept within having expanded to the maximum possible level, the spirit seed finally completely took form, transforming into a dense system of roots, deeply taking root between the heavens and the earth, truly having the possibility of breaking out from the soil!
Above Yan Zhaoge’s head seemed to appear a clump of indistinct fortuitous clouds that were chaotic, able to contain all objects, refine all objects, destroy all objects.
The profundities within this clump of chaotic clouds could only be understood by Yan Zhaoge himself.
Seen by others, it would look real whilst also not, visible at time whilst concealed at others, being an existence that was hard to detect.
This was precisely Yan Zhaoge’s true martial soul!
Today, Yan Zhaoge had successfully stepped into the Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster realm!
The chaotic qi mass was instantly obscured following its momentary appearance, all-encompassing clear qi spreading outwards, resembling the great sky.
Countless red and blue streams of aura-qi coiled about this clear space, resembling dragons within the sky.
The aura-qi matched with Yan Zhaoge’s true martial soul, gradually transforming into true essence, moving past the important bottleneck of refining aura into essence, causing Yan Zhaoge’s strength to improve greatly.
The crimson pagoda was brought along by the ice-blue dragons in flying upwards, gradually transforming into a streak of rainbow-coloured light and shooting out of the sea’s surface.
As everyone watched on, a true dragon seemed to emerge from the sea, with Yan Zhaoge atop the head of that dragon.
The Flame Devils all let out frenzied, enraged howls, shaking the
entire heavens and earth till they seemed to be trembling.
Yuan Zhengfeng laughed heartily, greatly pleased.
Everyone here gazed dazedly at the sky, within which Yan Zhaoge seemed to be soaring upwards atop a dragon.
“He actually really managed to do it?!”
The Flame Devil King Wang Jing wanted to obstruct Yan Zhaoge and that light dragon soaring up to the skies, but Yuan Zhengfeng had long been prepared as he blocked his movements.
The deep abyss of flames in the sea down below began shaking intensely, the originally comparatively calm rocks and reefs at the depths of the sea collapsing unceasingly, underground fire surging.
Meanwhile, in the neighbouring regions of sea, the originally violent, rampaging underground flames and lava began to slow and calm.
Not only did this happen in these regions of sea, it extended outwards through the entire network of the fire net.
One after another originally calm point regions of stability erupted, but the great disaster which had blazed throughout the entire Outer East Sea earlier gradually began dissipating.
And as time passed, the deep abysses of flame, after having erupted, began to gradually cool, finally regaining their calm.
The massive fire net that enveloped the vast Outer East Sea finally disappeared, the Fire Pith Veins having regained their calm as the spiritual qi flow of the earth veins was no longer restless.
The dense white fog of steam began to gradually disperse, the Outer East Sea that had earlier resembled hell on earth gradually resuming its original form.
While the Flame Devils grew even more violent and enraged, their high spirits seemed to have abruptly fallen greatly.
The environment here was no longer that of the sea of flames in which they could run rampant as they liked.
Having lost their geographical advantage, while the violent desire for battle of the Flame Devils had not lessened, against the counterattacks of the many experts of the human race, they still felt hard pressed to hold on.
While the human martial practitioners of the Eight Extremities World were currently already also like arrows at the end of their flight, amidst a great invigoration of their morale, as long as they still had power remaining, they all capitalised on this final momentum, launching a great overall attack on the Flame Devils.
Some who were more seriously injured could finally relax their highly strung nerves, no longer having to forcibly hold on amidst their depleted conditions.
They did not pursue the Flame Devils, instead remaining where they were to rest.
While they moderated their conditions, they looked at the light dragon coiling within the sky overhead as well as Yan Zhaoge atop its head.
“Just now, could that have been a complete true dragon’s corpse?”
“It can’t be wrong; the flesh, blood, feelers and scales were all there. Otherwise, it would also not possess such great power.”
“But even if it were a true dragon’s body, after all being a dead dragon and not a true, live dragon, it shouldn’t have been sufficient to achieve such a great, remarkable feat?”
“That’s right. At the end of the day, that Yan Zhaoge has not reached the Essence Talisman Martial Grandmaster realm.”
“But he succeeded-that is his personal ability.”
Everyone here were all experts of their clans, longtime Elders of the various Sacred Grounds, being at least at the seventh level of the Martial Grandmaster realm, at the early Essence Talisman stage.
However, looking at Yan Zhaoge now, they were either sighing in admiration or focusing on him, “Just now, he seemed to have cultivated aura into essence, achieving the cultivation of his true martial soul? At just such an age ah…”
Even further away, where human martial practitioners were present, while they could not see what had specifically happened, they had all been able to see the silhouette of that dragon soaring into the skies.
After that dragon had soared into the skies, the terrifying disaster of the cooking of the East Sea had gradually begun disappearing.
Not knowing the reasons for this, everyone was inevitably much more shaken.
After coiling for thirty-six cycles within the sky, the dragon gradually dissipated.
Standing atop the pagoda, looking downwards, Yan Zhaoge saw the red light on its surface gradually being retracted, a blue dragon pattern having been added onto its surface.
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 400: Yan Zhaoge’s nickname
HSSB400: Yan Zhaoge’s nickname
Having lost their geographical advantage, under the eventual counterattack of the experts of the Eight Extremities World, the Flame Devils were forced into retreat.
This great battle finally reached a final, decisive stage.
While the Flame Devils were retreating in defeat, Jing Zhong and the other Flame Devil Kings still possessed extraordinary power, while Yuan Zhengfeng and the others were also greatly depleted by their previous exertions.
However, the many human experts still grit their teeth and pursued the Flame Devils all their way, seeking to achieve as much in this battle as they could, at the same time also completely expelling the Flame Devils out of the Eight Extremities World.
Yan Zhaoge stood at the top of the crimson pagoda, not participating in the pursuit.
“The Flame Devils virtually do not forge anything. This pagoda also doesn’t seem like their handiwork,” Yan Zhaoge pondered.
After considering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge was still momentarily unable to get head or tail of it.
Still, the feeling this small crimson pagoda gave him was that it had not been forged by the Flame Devils themselves.
Instead, it rather seemed to have originated from the Eight Extremities World.
He raised his brows slightly, “Then, was it a coincidental, fortuitous encounter through which the Flame Devils gained it, or was it that someone gave it to them?”
Momentarily, many thoughts flashed through Yan Zhaoge’s mind in an endless stream before sinking down once more.
He attempted to use his thoughts to communicate with this crimson pagoda, but it resembled a stone having sunk into the great sea as it remained quiet, as though having fallen into a deep slumber, not reacting towards any contact from the outside world at all.
Yan Zhaoge infused his true essence into the pagoda, and it shook slightly, the blue dragon pattern coiling about it also lighting up.
Instantly, flows of qi that intermingled with coldness and heat were sent back to Yan Zhaoge.
With the oceanic amount of spiritual qi still remaining within his body waiting to be refined, not having much space for it, Yan Zhaoge naturally didn’t dare to continue absorbing spiritual qi.
However, along with the spiritual qi, a scene seemed to appear before Yan Zhaoge’s eyes.
A crimson world, originally supposed to be full of wild, blazing fire, instead showed an abnormal state.
The flames were quiet and also calm, resembling flowing water.
In this world of crimson flames, a mass of ice-blue clouds were scattered about, not as sturdy as the usual cold ice, yet revealing an active, restless state.
The fire and ice both appeared abnormal, yet had achieved a strange harmony.
It made one feel like this was exactly just how it should be, the contrary instead being abnormal.
The mysteries within were profound, and yet more profound.
Seeing this scene, much spiritual light seemed to surge into existence within Yan Zhaoge’s heart, seemingly about to spurt out.
“Oh, looking at the mysteries of this scene, it has benefited my martial cultivation greatly,” Yan Zhaoge attempted to keep the entire small crimson pagoda within his Shadow Shrinking Pouch.
As he had expected, it was not as restless as with the true dragon’s body earlier, requiring the pillar of the Divine Palace to be there to help suppress it. Under the precondition that there was sufficient space within the Shadow Shrinking Pouch, the small crimson pago
da was very stably kept within.
Having kept the small crimson pagoda, Yan Zhaoge scanned his surroundings.
He saw that those who still remained here currently had on complex expressions, their gazes all focused on him.
Those who were moderating their condition where they were rather than pursuing the Flame Devils had mostly done so due to being rather more seriously injured, their vitality having been depleted too greatly, already being arrows at the end of their flight.
However, as Yan Zhaoge’s gaze swept the area, he saw that there were clearly some in rather good conditions still remaining.
That was a square-faced, broad-mouthed old man, his features authoritative to the extreme and his gaze focused as he was currently looking at him.
While it was the first time they had met, Yan Zhaoge had long since seen portraits of the other party’s appearance.
The Heaven Striking Lord of the Seven Reigning Suns was the highest-ranking person the Sacred Sun Clan had stationed in the Outer East Sea, his position equivalent to Broad Creed Mountain’s East Sea First Seat Elder, Fu Enshu.
In the great battle earlier, while the Sacred Sun Clan had indeed suffered some casualties, the Heaven Striking Lord had not really depleted too much of his strength.
Normally speaking, he should be with Huang Guanglie pursuing the Flame Devils. Yet, however, he had remained here.
With the Flame Devils having been defeated on all fronts, for sweeping up the remaining ones on the Outer East Sea, it was not required for a figure like the Heaven Striking Lord to personally move.
Yan Zhaoge didn’t even have to think much to know what he was here for.
It was precisely this crimson pagoda in his possession.
For the Flame Devils to have shaken and changed the flow of the earth veins of the Eight Extremities World on such a large scale, this treasure’s role could not be underplayed.
Having been sent into chaos by the changes at the Southern Underground Palace, it was only natural for the Sacred Sun Clan to have set their eyes on this treasure.
If it was the problem of someone else, Yan Zhaoge might just help them, but with it being their hated enemy, the Sacred Sun Clan, it was not even a question.
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