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Aotian looked at the Armored Scorpion, which was about the size of a chopstick, on his arm, his expression extremely grim.
The Armored Scorpion was a First-Level Beast. Its defense was not particularly strong, but its speed was lightning-fast and it contained potent venom. Once bitten by this Armored Scorpion, even an Innate Peak martial artist could face the danger of poisoning and death.
Now, Aotian had indeed been bitten on the arm by an Armored Scorpion, which explained why his face looked so terrifyingly dark.
"Damn it!"
A surge of energy erupted from Aotian's right arm, instantly striking the Armored Scorpion, which was about the size of a chopstick.
After being hit by Aotian's energy, the Armored Scorpion immediately fell off Aotian's arm and lay motionless on the desert ground, clearly lifeless.
At this moment, however, Aotian's arm displayed a strange purplish-red color, and a tingling sensation continuously spread from his arm, stimulating his nerves.
It was evident that the Armored Scorpion's potent venom was taking effect.
"Hmph! Do you think some minor poison can defeat me?!"
Aotian snorted coldly and then focused his mind.
Suddenly, the Heaven Devouring Seal in Aotian's Dantian emitted a terrifying devouring power that absorbed all the toxins from his arm. The color of Aotian's arm gradually returned from purplish-red to its normal skin tone, and the tingling sensation also began to fade away.
Although the toxin of the Armored Scorpion was troublesome, it posed no significant threat to Aotian, who possessed the Heaven Devouring Seal.
However, this incident heightened Aotian's vigilance considerably.
Armored Scorpions were extremely rare Mystic Beasts in the Mysterious Spirit Mountain Range, yet he had encountered one as soon as he appeared in this mysterious desert. Who knew what other strange Mystic Beasts lurked in this bizarre desert?
Thinking this way, Aotian's footsteps slowed down significantly, his eyes filled with intense vigilance as he scanned the surroundings.
In the boundless desert, a weakened figure walked slowly...
After an unknown amount of time, Aotian looked up at the dark red sky, his face filled with helplessness.
In this vast desert, Aotian had been walking for several days, yet during these days, he still had not managed to escape this bizarre desert, which seemed endless.
As for the attacks from Mystic Beasts, Aotian had encountered them countless times.
Hydra, Soul-Devouring Centipede, Lion-Eating Ant Swarm, and other strange and nearly extinct Mystic Beasts from the outside world were surprisingly common here.
This made Aotian wonder if he had entered the Mystic Beast Garden.
Suddenly, a series of wolf howls echoed in Aotian's ears. He was shocked to discover that pairs of blood-red eyes surrounded him.
Aotian clearly saw that these were wolf-shaped Mystic Beasts covered in strange runes, with wisps of black mist swirling above the runes, exuding an aura of evil.
"Demon Wolf?!"
A shocked voice escaped from Aotian's lips. At this moment, he truly felt like cursing.
Demon Wolf, a Mystic Beast renowned even within Fengyun Nation, with adult Demon Wolves comparable to Fourth-Level Mystic Beasts.
Although the Demon Wolves before Aotian were not adults, they were still genuine First-Level Beasts. Most importantly, it was not just one or two Demon Wolves that appeared before him but a whole pack. Conservatively estimated, there were at least hundreds...
Hundreds of First-Level Demon Wolves, it is estimated that even warriors from the Human Spirit Realm would not dare to provoke them...
"Awoo!"
At that moment, hundreds of Demon Wolves suddenly pounced towards Aotian. In Aotian's line of sight, only the countless shadows of claws remained.
Instantly, Aotian felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
The sound of the Demon Wolf's claws tearing through the air was exceptionally piercing in Aotian's ears. Looking at the dense shadows of claws, Aotian realized that with his current strength, he simply could not evade them.
If he were to be struck by those countless claws, Aotian would truly be reduced to nothing but a pile of flesh to nourish this desolate desert.
Just as despair began to take hold of Aotian, a roar filled with overwhelming dragon might suddenly echoed across the desert.
Immediately, the Demon Wolves seemed to see their nemesis and swiftly retracted their claws, fleeing into the distance in a panic.
Their retreat was filled with desperation.
Aotian stared in astonishment at the fleeing Demon Wolves. Before he could catch his breath, his gaze was tightly fixed on the dark red sky in the distance.
He was certain he had not misheard that dragon roar. The thought of encountering a dragon sent chills down Aotian's spine.
In the Dragon God World, dragons are synonymous with power and terror. Their strength is capable of destroying heaven and earth; even the weakest dragon can stir up storms within Fengyun Nation.
"Roar!"
A giant beast, entirely pitch black and towering in the sky, soared through the air. Its body was covered in scales, surrounded by strands of noble runes that created a stunning visual impact.
Suddenly, a powerful aura mixed with a dense dragon might spread across the boundless desert.
The peculiar Mystic Beasts sensed this overwhelming pressure and began to flee like lightning, seemingly afraid of being targeted by that "demon."
"Is this what a dragon is like..."
Looking at the giant beast in the sky, Aotian felt his throat dry up. The heavy pressure made Aotian feel as if he were carrying a Giant Mountain on his back, stirring an impulse to kneel.
This aura, this pressure, far exceeded that of an Innate Realm warrior!
Suddenly, the black dragon's gaze locked onto Aotian's face. In an instant, Aotian was drenched in sweat.
"Damn it! What on earth is this relic? How could it even have creatures like dragons?!" Aotian couldn't help but curse inwardly.
The black dragon's gaze remained fixed on Aotian, revealing a hint of confusion in its eyes.
Aotian understood that some higher-level Mystic Beasts possessed intelligence not inferior to that of humans, and some Mystic Beasts could even take human form.
Aotian had been paying close attention to the black dragon and keenly caught the hint of confusion in its eyes.
Aotian cupped his hands and said:
"Senior, I did not know this place is your dwelling. I meant no offense; please forgive me."
The Black Dragon did not respond to Aotian, merely staring at him as if trying to see through all his secrets.
The atmosphere in the desert fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
After a long while, the Black Dragon surprisingly spoke in human language:
"Human, what connection do you have with my dragon clan? Why do I sense a unique fluctuation of the dragon race from you?"
Aotian's face immediately showed a look of confusion as he replied, "I wonder if you might be sensing incorrectly, Senior? I am but a human, not of the dragon clan."
"My senses do not make mistakes. Although the fluctuation is extremely faint, it cannot escape my perception!"
Aotian furrowed his brows in thought for a moment. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him—could it be the Dragon God Transformation Technique?
However, since the Dragon God Transformation Technique was of great importance and Aotian could not discern the true nature of this Black Dragon, he could only feign ignorance: "I have never had contact with the dragon clan since I was young, so I do not fully understand your words, Senior."
Upon hearing Aotian's response, the confusion in the Black Dragon's eyes deepened. Ultimately, it chose not to dwell on that topic any longer and said lightly, "You came here for that old man's ruins in the Soul Abyss, didn't you?!"
Aotian's eyes sparkled with intensity as he replied:
"Senior, you know where the ruins are, right?"
"Hehe, seeing that you and I have a good rapport, I'll send you to the Soul Abyss Palace. As for what you can obtain there, it's all up to your own fortune."
Upon hearing this, Aotian's face lit up with joy. The Soul Abyss Palace must be the 'treasure trove' of the Soul Elder, right?
The black dragon slowly extended a massive claw, with terrifying energy surging continuously above it. Then, the claw directly struck the space above the desert.
Suddenly, a huge Spatial Rift appeared out of nowhere, and beyond that crack, a palace outline could be vaguely seen.
Seeing this, Aotian immediately thanked the black dragon and then calmly stepped into the Spatial Rift.
Watching Aotian disappear from his sight, the black dragon murmured softly:
"Why does that little guy have fluctuations of ancestral power? Could he be the reincarnation of an ancestor…"
"Forget it, no need to think too much about it. Damn Soul Abyss! Even in death, it still wants to drag me down. I'm really unlucky. I hope someone can obtain his legacy this time; I don't want to spend my life in this dark place…"
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