Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2081 - 2081 2071 Azure Dragon

2081: Chapter 2071: Azure Dragon 2081: Chapter 2071: Azure Dragon After hearing Long Yan’s words, the silver-haired man just gave a light smile.

“There is no need for such, we should offer something in return, within our capabilities.”

Long Yan, feeling a bit embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, just about to ask, when the silver-haired man in front of him had already disappeared.

“Senior, at least leave a name.”

After hearing Long Yan’s shout, a voice came through the air.

“Azure Dragon.”

These simple words left Long Yan stunned on the spot, the actual Divine Beast Azure Dragon had always been in this Falling Dragon Cave.

“Right, up ahead is that Demon Clan’s Treasure Vault.”

Long Yan silently nodded.

His journey to the God Demon Battlefield was quite fruitful, not only had he refined a pill from the Equinox Flower, but he had also raised his Time Principle by one realm.

The ancient gate emitted a loud “creak” as Long Yan gently pushed open the door of the treasure vault, the surrounding scene making him exclaim in wonder.

“This treasure vault of the Demon Clan really is…”

Looking around, various cultivation techniques and divine weapons were neatly arranged on the redwood tables; Long Yan casually picked up a Beheading Great Saber.

The Spiritual Power contained within it was now comparable to that of a Lower Grade Artifact, a treasure difficult for common folks to reach.

Following the principle of better to kill wrongly than to miss out, a suction force appeared in Long Yan’s palm, and all good things he saw were sucked into the Azure Dragon Ring.

Since it was the Demon Clan’s treasure vault, he operated on the principle of take or waste, storing all the usable Strange Treasures and artifacts into his storage ring.

Even when the Azure Dragon Ring was full, Long Yan took several storage rings from the treasure vault.

Truly worthy of a race’s treasure vault, although the storage rings weren’t as large as the Azure Dragon Ring, their space was still considerable.

Unfortunately, Long Yan saw many Equinox Flowers that, after a thousand years, had turned into a mass of withered yellow, their Spiritual Energy already dissipated.

“150 divine weapons, countless cultivation secrets.”

Long Yan’s harvest was indeed grand; the once vast Demon Clan’s treasure vault was now completely empty, leaving him somewhat unfulfilled as he sat on the redwood table.

The haul was already massive, but Long Yan still felt something was amiss.

Since it was the Demon Clan’s treasure vault, how could there be only this much?

Was there no treasure to anchor the collection?

Long Yan calmed his mind and felt the surroundings.

The fluctuations of Spiritual Power had disappeared when he put everything into the storage ring.

“What is that?”

Behind the wall, Long Yan could still sense a weak fluctuation of Spiritual Power.

“Bang!”

Long Yan threw a fierce punch at the wall in front of him, but a Prohibition halted all the force of the punch.

“It looks like I’ve found it.”

A smile formed at the corner of his mouth as Long Yan started to feel around the wall.

With a crisp “click” sound, part of the wall sunk in, the whole wall flipping over like a transforming robot, continuously changing the surroundings.

“There’s actually a small space in here.”

Long Yan was somewhat surprised by how precious this thing must be, to have such strong beings carve out a separate space just for it.

One must understand that only beings like Azure Dragon and White Tiger were capable of creating their own spaces, yet every creation incurred considerable consumption, indicating the importance of the contents within.

As the space shifted, Long Yan stood in a great hall made of stone, with towering stone steps surrounded by four stone dragons encircling a central altar, each clutching a stone sphere in their grasp.

“What a grand setup.”

This space was formidable, enough to exhaust even the top powers.

Climbing the stone steps, time in this small world was at a standstill, seemingly paused by Azure Dragon, and the stone steps still carried a hint of novelty.

The sight of the altar surprised Long Yan, for beneath this massive altar were four bottomless voids resembling the open jaws of wild beasts.

On the stone walls around were dry traces of blood, making Long Yan involuntarily gasp.

The spiritual power here was abundant; considering these four voids might have been filled with fresh blood, the volume required was unimaginable.

What Long Yan didn’t know was that the fresh blood comprised not only human captives but also some defected members of the Demon Clan and countless Genius Earth Treasures.

In the center of the four voids shimmered a Magic Gun glowing with a bright red light, named so due to the constant aura of bloodlust emanating from it.

If a weapon touched blood, it would gain a spirit, let alone this Magic Gun, crafted from countless fresh blood and infused with countless Genius Earth Treasures.

The Magic Gun floated silently at the very center of the altar, radiating an aura brimming with murderous intent.

Long Yan gently grasped the handle of the Magic Gun, feeling an immense power transmitting from within the body of the gun; artifacts like these possessed their own weapon spirits, and within his Sea of Consciousness, a Qilin roared rampantly.

The Magic Gun had never been wielded before, so the Qilin before him would only submit to someone stronger.

Controlling the Nine Dragons Tripod, Long Yan pressed it vehemently towards the Blood Qilin, sensing the whistling of the wind despite the distance.

The Blood Qilin, sensing the extraordinary nature of the Nine Dragons Tripod, roared angrily, emitting beams of bloody light around, as if plunging Long Yan into a world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his eyes turning thoroughly red under this light’s influence.

In reality, a terrifying Evil Qi surrounded Long Yan, and the previously intact altar was wrecked by his True Qi.

Clarity gradually faded from his eyes, and now even controlling the Nine Dragons Tripod became strenuous for Long Yan.

“It’s merely a first-stage lance spirit.”

Long Yan clenched his teeth, sounds of ‘pop pop’ emerged from his body, and blood swords shot out from several points around his body.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Magic Gun, subtly influencing one’s thoughts, turning one into a slave of the weapon.

The last flicker of clarity in Long Yan’s eyes seemed about to disappear, as the bloody glow around the Blood Qilin grew more terrifying.

Losing Long Yan’s control, the Nine Dragons Tripod fell to the ground, the dense odor of blood enveloping his spirit as killing thoughts twisted his nerves from all around.

“What can a mere Magic Gun do to me!”

Long Yan let out a thunderous roar, his eyes clearing from the deep red, gradually replaced by a golden light; White Tiger was the nemesis to all mental attacks, Blood Qilin included.

“Tiger Roar in the Mountains!”

The White Tiger in the Sea of Consciousness roared, charging at the Blood Qilin and tearing it into pieces without resistance.

The shattered Blood Qilin transformed into countless blood-colored light spots, merging into Long Yan’s body.

Wrapped in the blood-colored light, Long Yan’s damaged body visibly rapidly regenerated at an incredible pace.