1370 Primordial Dragon Crocodile, Three Flowers Gathered (2)
This battle had completely surpassed the calamity.
This was a battle even more terrifying than the calamity, perhaps even the origin of the calamity.
Many divine beasts were subdued, some turned into mounts, some were slain, and others were suppressed.
On the back of the Baxia Divine Beast, a golden Divine Monument pressed down.
He heard a sorrowful cry.
On the ground, a million-foot-tall beast rushed out.
It had four legs, golden scales, a long tail, and sharp twin horns on its head.
Primordial Dragon Crocodile.
Its feet trampled the earth, and its head touched the sky.
The Dragon Crocodile crushed the battle puppets with a single blow and then sent many humans flying after the battle puppets.
Nothing could stop the dragon crocodile.
This was the pinnacle of physical strength.
The heavens and earth trembled, and countless immortals fell.
The battle puppet shattered.
In the void, pavilions appeared one after another.
Heaven Changing Pavilion!
Han Muye saw the powerful human cultivators in the Heaven Changing Pavilion, each with the aura above their heads.
The power of laws intertwined and transformed into Dao shackles.
The dragon crocodile roared but was suppressed by the chains.
This was the power of laws set in motion by numerous Immortal Venerables simultaneously.
This power even exceeded the carrying limit of the Primordial world.
The heavens and earth collapsed, and the Primordial world shattered.
In the end, the shackles wrapped around the entire dragon crocodile and turned into three blood-colored mountains.
Countless calamities rotated, and these three mountains were all there.
This was a power that surpassed the calamity and would not be destroyed by it at all.
Unknowingly, Han Muye saw three blood-colored mountains.
In this calamity, a mountain peak quietly landed in the depths of the shattered Primordial World.
One was in the Divine Realm.
The other one was Dripping Blood Cliff!
The blood droplets on all the altars were not there to provide power to the great formation but to pacify the suppressed Dragon Crocodile.
Using the power of various divine beast blood, they created illusions to ensure that the suppressed Dragon Crocodile didn’t become unruly.
No wonder the Dragon Crocodile didn’t appear in various quantity tribulations in later times and wasn’t mentioned in many legends.
It turned out that it had been suppressed at the beginning of the Primordial world.
In the Primordial world’s legacy, there was only one blood-red peak.
This peak required the fresh blood of various Primordial tribes to appease it.
Otherwise, the blood-red peak would resonate and emanate a power that would drive all beasts insane.
So, this peak appeared in Golden Fire’s memories.
As Han Muye watched these scenes, he didn’t know whether to feel sorrow or relief.
Inside the blood-red peak in the Primordial world were stored the bloodlines of countless beasts, allowing many tribes on the verge of extinction to find their legacy here.
It was a sacred place in the Primordial world.
The mountain that was suppressed in the God Clan needed the blood of the Primordial Divine Beasts to water it. Therefore, every calamity, there would be experts hunting the various Divine Beasts.
That was the calamity of the Primordial Divine Beast.
As for the Dripping Blood Cliff, countless cultivators needed to stimulate the power within those blood droplets.
This formation’s origin was unknown, as was its age, and no one knew how many people had exhausted their blood and energy here.
The power of the Primordial Dragon Crocodile protected the Primordial world but also harmed it.
The blood pearl in front of him vibrated, and the scene in front of Han Muye changed. An old man in a white robe appeared.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal?”
The old man whispered softly, then smiled and said, “Please come and see me.”
With that, his figure dissipated.
Han Muye nodded.
Immortal Lord Cengyuan was one of the Immortal Lords who presided over Dripping Blood Cliff Array.
If others would betray them, the two Immortal Lords who presided over the array would definitely not.
Because they would die the moment the array collapsed.
Han Muye left the cave and stepped straight onto the peak behind Dripping Blood Cliff.
Above the peak, under a blood-colored dome, there was a golden pillar of light.
These pillars of light flickered with light, and one could feel the fusion of bloodline power.
There were also layers of murderous aura interweaving and spreading around the pillar of light.
“Buzz!”
Golden light flickered, and the pillars of light began to intertwine.
A small path appeared between the pillars of light. Han Muye stepped into it and saw two Daoists in white robes sitting cross-legged in front of him.
One of them had a thin face and was Immortal Lord Cengyuan, who had just transmitted his voice. The other was said to be a Demon King from the Bitter Immortal Realm.
At this moment, Han Muye saw this figure and finally saw the bloodline behind him.
Qiong Qi.
Han Muye had seen this bloodline of ancient ferocious beasts before.
However, the Qiong Qi bloodline in front of him had already been purified. A violent aura surged from its body, as if it was about to devour someone at any moment.
When Han Muye stepped into a space less than 30 feet wide, the two Daoists opened their eyes at the same time.
Immortal Lord Cengyuan was fine. He had a smile on his face.
A fierce light flashed in the Qiong Qi’s eyes, carrying a brutality that crushed the soul.
However, to Han Muye, his soul power was not inferior to these Immortal Lords.
After condensing three primordial spirit swords, his soul and primordial spirit condensation even surpassed that of an Immortal Lord.
The longsword in his divine treasures vibrated, and in an instant, it offset all the pressure.
“Eh, you’re quite capable, kid.” The Qiong Qi grinned, and the pressure on its body dissipated.
Immortal Lord Strand Abyss shook his head and sighed softly. “Fellow Daoist Qiong Qi is still so open-minded. You can still joke at a time like this.”
He looked at Han Muye with a solemn expression. “Yunlan Sword Immortal, I think you’ve also discovered the danger of the array.”
“We’re already bound to this array. Once the array shatters, we’ll die.”
Han Muye nodded.
This was what he had detected just now.
Immortal Lord Cengyuan looked at Han Muye, then at the top of his head.
There was an extremely vigorous luck above Han Muye’s head.
“Yunlan Sword Immortal, perhaps the only one who can save everyone is you.”
