Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 120 - 117 In the Yang Yuan Pond

Chapter 120: Chapter 117 In the Yang Yuan Pond

Buzz, buzz!

Atop Jade Sun Peak, nature’s spiritual energy was chaotically turbulent. The violent eruption of Yang Gang chi had stirred the sky above into total disarray. Only after several minutes did this eruption gradually weaken.

Once the erupting Yang Gang chi in the pool had completely subsided, Murong Yun’s eyes suddenly gleamed, and his gaze fell upon Ye Xuan.

"Now’s the time!"

At Murong Yun’s shouted command, Ye Xuan turned serious and then, without any hesitation, leaped up and dove headfirst into the tumultuous Yang Yuan Pond!

No splash as one might expect, as soon as Ye Xuan entered the Yang Yuan Pond, his form disappeared. On the surface of the pond, one could only see the surging spiritual energy, with the extremely fierce Yang Gang chi mixed within it, creating wave after wave of astonishing swells, rolling endlessly.

After Ye Xuan had entered the Yang Yuan Pond, Murong Yun and his four companions descended from mid-air, looking gravely at the roiling Yang Yuan Pond in front of them, without a word.

Inside the Yang Yuan Pond, the outermost layer was filled with an extremely dense concentration of nature’s spiritual energy. In the deeper parts lay the exceptionally pure Yang Gang chi. These two types of energy, especially the latter, had excellent effectiveness for a martial artist’s cultivation.

However, this Yang Gang chi was not endless and was very rare in the outside world. Even within this Yang Yuan Pond, the amount that could be produced each year was minimal. Otherwise, the opportunity to enter the Yang Yuan Pond wouldn’t be so precious.

"I wonder how long that kid can stay in the Yang Yuan Pond."

After a while, Feng Yuan looked at Murong Yun and spoke up.

"It’s hard to say. The Yang Gang chi is too domineering, and it’s difficult for most people to withstand it. However, the longer one stays inside, the more Yang Gang chi they absorb, which is more beneficial for their cultivation. I, on the other hand, hope he can cultivate in there for ten days, or even half a month."

Murong Yun smiled slightly.

"Ten days to half a month? You really dare to say it... I remember that among the disciples of this Yang Hall’s cohort, the longest record was just eight days," Feng Yuan said, shaking his head.

"Records exist for people to break them. Besides, you should know that when I was in this Yang Yuan Pond, I stayed for a full twelve days."

Murong Yun replied nonchalantly.

"Oh? Are you suggesting that he might surpass you then?" Feng Yuan’s eyes brightened, and his expression showed some surprise.

"I never said he was inferior to me."

Murong Yun smiled faintly, "Don’t underestimate this kid. His potential might far exceed our expectations. We just need to wait and see."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan paused, then continued softly, "If he can truly achieve what you say, then that would be ideal. The Yang Hall has declined too much in recent years, struggling to compete with the other three halls. It seems like it’s time for a standout newcomer to emerge..."

As the conversation ended, everyone fell silent again, and the atmosphere on the peak returned to calm.

At this moment, inside the misty Yang Yuan Pond, a shadow moved like a fish towards the bottom.

The figure was none other than Ye Xuan who had just entered. The vast nature’s spiritual energy around him parted to create a passage with his movement. However, as he delved deeper, the pressure surrounding him also steadily increased. After more than ten minutes, even the skin on the surface of his body began to tauten under this immense pressure.

"This Yang Yuan Pond is deeper than I imagined."

Ye Xuan stopped, channeling his True Qi into the Secret Silver Armor. Instantly, a glint of silver brilliance spread over his body, forming a protective shield. Simultaneously, the oppressive pressure looming around him lessened significantly.

With the protection of the Secret Silver Armor, Ye Xuan dived deeper by hundreds of meters. In his vision, the hazy darkness gradually dispersed, replaced by areas that emitted a red glow. The red energy emanating from those areas was in stark contrast to the other energies, not mixing with them at all.

"These must be the Yang Gang chi at the bottom of the Yang Yuan Pond."

Ye Xuan reached out to grasp a strand of the red energy in his hand, feeling a seething heat upon touch. The violent fluctuations caused a tingling pain on his palm.

"The yang energy’s dominance is indeed not to be trifled with."

With a slight look of surprise, Ye Xuan then became much more cautious. After a brief moment of consideration, he found a suitable spot and sat down cross-legged.

His gaze sharpened, Ye Xuan circulated his True Qi, and from within his Dantian, he began to emit a suction force. The surrounding yang energy, under such absorption, quickly surged over and swept toward his body fiercely.

Hiss hiss hiss...

As the overbearing yang energy came into contact with Ye Xuan’s skin, a wisp of light smoke emerged from the surface of his body. At the same time, his skin became scorchingly hot in an instant...

Whoosh whoosh...

At that moment, Ye Xuan quickly activated the Hidden Dragon Skill, circulating his True Qi to suppress the yang energy. The cultivation technique of the Hidden Dragon Skill contained the Water Attribute, naturally restraining the scorching and overbearing yang energy, which also helped Ye Xuan more easily refine this dominant power.

However, just relying on this was still not enough to sustain the refining process. Before long, Ye Xuan felt that his True Qi was being depleted too rapidly. Going on like this, if he wanted to maintain the current speed of refining, he feared he could not last more than a few days in the Yang Yuan Pond without giving out.

"To endure longer, the only option is to use the bloodline power of the Demon Clan."

Ye Xuan pondered with a serious expression. He was now at the bottom of the Yang Yuan Pond, and the likes of Murong Yun outside should be completely unable to sense his presence. Even if they could, it would be quite vague and difficult to discern. Immediately, he made a decisive move. With a thought, an indescribable fluctuation began to spread from within his body. This wave of energy diffused into every part of his body, and wherever it spread, his meridians and flesh began to show a layer of faint silver light. Beneath that coverage of silver light, there seemed to be an extremely ancient essence beginning to ascend from within Ye Xuan.

Silver hair, silver pupils, pointed ears, Ye Xuan’s appearance underwent significant changes, appearing somewhat unnatural. Once he stimulated the Demon Clan bloodline, he would inevitably exhibit some traits of the Demon Clan. However, this condition would greatly improve after breaking through to the Martial Sect Master Realm.

With the Demon Clan bloodline activated, Ye Xuan’s physical strength also rapidly climbed a notch. Compared to humans, the Demon Clan’s greatest advantage lay in their powerful bodies. The higher the innate bloodline grade of the Demon Clan, the stronger their body, an edge that humans couldn’t match even with extensive and intense training.

The grade of one’s bloodline is defined by the ancestors of their clan’s lineage. Below the level of a Demon Venerable, there isn’t much in the way of bloodline inheritance. Only at the tier of a Demon Venerable does the concept of bloodline come into play.

Ye Xuan now had no idea which race his Demon Clan bloodline belonged to, but he could confirm that the grade of this bloodline was quite high, at least at the high-rank Demon Venerable level, and quite possibly even at the level of a Demon Saint. Moreover, his bloodline was very pure, indicating that his mother, Su Ying, must be a core member of a high-rank Demon Beast clan.

At the moment, Ye Xuan wasn’t dwelling on such thoughts. Relying on his body, which had greatly strengthened in an instant, absorbing the ferocious yang energy seemed not as challenging as ordinary people might imagine.

Hiss!

When the crimson mist continuously impacted the flesh entwined with silver light within Ye Xuan’s body, the agonizing pain it brought was significantly lessened in an instant. Streams of crimson energy gradually fused with his flesh, and in that moment, Ye Xuan could clearly feel a violent power growing within his bones and muscles.

As the yang energy tempered the meridians and flesh within Ye Xuan’s body, a considerable amount of energy began to integrate into his True Qi. In an instant, the Hidden Dragon True Qi flowing through his meridians quietly became even more condensed.

Noticing the situation within his body, the corners of Ye Xuan’s mouth curved up into a slight smile. The Yang Yuan Pond was indeed a treasure trove for cultivation. This yang energy born of nature not only could strengthen the body but could even make True Qi more robust. This rate of enhancement was many times faster compared to ordinary cultivation.

No wonder the opportunity to open the Yang Yuan Pond this time was so hard to come by. Indeed, this place deserved the high regard it received from Yang Hall.

The robust True Qi circulated through his limbs and bones and eventually converged within his Dantian. Even the True Qi Seed suspended in the center of the Dantian became unstable due to this.

With this change, Ye Xuan’s eyes brightened, and his mind secretly stirred, "Such an opportunity does not come often; using this good chance, I should be able to make a push towards the Seventh Grade Martial Master level."

With this thought in mind, Ye Xuan prepared himself. His clothes billowed, and his True Qi flowed even more rapidly, as if forming little whirlwinds around his body, devouring all the overbearing yang energy nearby into his body!

Hmph!

The dominant assault on his flesh made Ye Xuan utter a muffled grunt. However, his gaze quickly sharpened again. If he could not even endure this level of pain, he wouldn’t have become a Martial God in his previous life.

In this way, under the majestic infusion of the yang energy, Ye Xuan’s body was gradually enveloped in a scorching red glow. From a distance, he looked like a flame fiercely burning at the bottom of the pond.

And his aura was steadily climbing under this infusion!