Dragon God Supreme
Chapter 972 - Chapter 972 Chapter 972 Snatching the Essence Blood

Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Snatching the Essence Blood Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Snatching the Essence Blood Ninth Layer Qiankun Tower, Sacred Mountain Wuji Illusionary Realm.

“Deep in thought? That’s unlike the usual you.” Wild Panther, who was cultivating, opened his eyes and glanced at Feng Wuchen, speaking slowly.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen smiled lightly and shook his head, “Even after obtaining the Evil Dragon’s inheritance, there is still so much unknown on the Mainland.”

“One step at a time, if you can’t go against the heavens, then let nature take its course,” Wild Panther said indifferently, seeming to see through the mortal world.

“Go with the flow if you can’t go against the heavens?” Feng Wuchen paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing about?” Wild Panther asked, puzzled.

“Aren’t we cultivators all walking against the heavens in our lifetimes? Where does this ‘letting nature take its course’ fit in?” Feng Wuchen said with a smile.

Setting his gaze on Wild Panther, Feng Wuchen asked, “How do you see the matter between the Elf Clan and the Yin and Yang Clan?”

After a moment’s silence, Wild Panther said, “According to what you said, this means someone is acting against the heavens. The mysterious disappearance of the Elf Clan and the Yin and Yang Clan must be manipulated by someone. But since the Primordial Ancient era until now, apart from Ling Xuzi, I haven’t seen another at the Third Transformation, let alone at the True God Realm.”

“I think only people from the Demon Clan could do this,” Three-Eyed Demon Ape declared definitively.

Furrowing his brow, Feng Wuchen speculated, “The Dragon Clan, Rakshasa tribe, Phoenix Demon Race, and Baili Clan absolutely couldn’t; the Giant Clan has been annihilated, leaving only the Demon Clan and Evil Tribe. However, if the Yin and Yang Clan colluded with the Demon Clan, they had no reason to destroy the Yin and Yang Clan.”

“It might not necessarily be the Demon Clan. There are many hidden powerhouses across the Mainland, who knows what person it could be?” Shi Tian Hu said.

“No leads at all,” Feng Wuchen said helplessly with a bitter smile. Guessing nonstop but coming to no conclusions.

The mysterious disappearance of the Yin and Yang Clan and the Elf Clan, no clues, not knowing who did it, and even less the purpose behind it.

“Now is a critical time, I must help you break the seal as soon as possible. In a month’s time, you should be able to regain your freedom. By then, absorbing the power of the Amber Stone may help you break through to the Third Transformation,” Feng Wuchen said, casually tossing an Amber Stone to Wild Panther.

“Ten-thousand-year Amber Stone!” Three-Eyed Demon Ape and Shi Tian Hu were incredibly shocked, their eyes filled with fervor.

Wild Panther’s face displayed utter bewilderment as he looked at Feng Wuchen, such a treasure, and yet Feng Wuchen gave it away for him to cultivate without hesitation.

“You’re giving the Amber Stone to me?” Wild Panther asked in disbelief.

Seeing Wild Panther’s incredulous look, Feng Wuchen said, “At the Endless Abyss, I found quite a few, sadly Mo Tian that bastard stole one. According to protector Long Jian, it wouldn’t take a year for the Devil Monarch to break the seal and emerge. Whether we can defeat him by then depends on you and Long Tianzhan, so, giving the Amber Stone to you makes more sense, and besides, I still have two more.”

Feng Wuchen’s eyes never left Wild Panther, who seemed touched by something within.

“Don’t you have any extra?” Three-Eyed Demon Ape asked excitedly.

“No, finding the Ten-thousand-year Amber Stone itself was lucky. If you want one, you’ll have to wait until I craft the Amber Pill, though I’m still missing some ingredients,” Feng Wuchen spread his hands and continued, “Now speaking of which…

Settling down, Feng Wuchen began to sit cross-legged, starting to absorb the powers of Ling Xuzi and the seal formation for cultivation.

“Cultivating for a month with the terrifying power of Ling Xuzi and the seal formation should be enough for me to break through to the Third Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm,” Feng Wuchen thought silently, then used the technique of Divided Spirit to increase his cultivation speed.

Wild Panther’s advanced strength was fearsome, only he and Long Tianzhan possessed the strength to battle the Devil Monarch at equal standing. Together, they might not lose against the Devil Monarch.

Therefore, to be cautious, Feng Wuchen must help Wild Panther enhance his cultivation level.

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Demon Clan space.

Inside the great hall, three drops of ancient beast blood hovered above Mo Tian’s palm.

“Such violently powerful blood, my body might not withstand direct absorption,” Mo Tian murmured to himself, though images that surfaced in his mind made him itch to devour the blood immediately for cultivation.

“Feng Wuchen! The power of time!” The images that appeared in his mind instantly filled Mo Tian with rage, his face contorting ferociously.

Recalling the hardships endured at the Abyss of Endless, where all the mighty warriors of the Demon Clan were killed, a terrifying murderous aura erupted from Mo Tian.

“I will never forgive you!” Mo Tian gritted his teeth and shouted in anger.

As the young master of the Demon Clan, losing to the Dragon Emperor was one thing, but being toyed with by Feng Wuchen’s power of time and nearly perishing in the Abyss of Endless was something that Mo Tian couldn’t bear.

His blood-red eyes fixed on the three drops of blood in his palm, the furious Mo Tian was about to forcibly consume the blood for cultivation.

“Young master, hold on! It must not be done,” an old yet anxious voice called out, followed by an elder’s sudden appearance.

“Grandfather Sanhun, what is amiss?” Mo Tian asked, holding back his anger.

“Young master, do not forget that we cultivate Demon Yuan. Those three drops are from an ancient primordial beast, terribly powerful, and they counteract our Demon Yuan. With your current cultivation level, forcibly refining and absorbing it would make your body explode and kill you,” Mo Tianwang said urgently.

“Hmph! This young master cannot wait even a day!” Mo Tian exclaimed, his face twitching violently. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw images of Feng Wuchen.

“Please calm down, young master. Feng Wuchen’s strength is no match for yours; it’s just the power of time he possesses. There’s no need for haste, it won’t be long before they all die!” Mo Tianwang persuaded.

“Preposterous!” Mo Tian shouted angrily, his fierce eyes still fixed on the three drops of blood.

“Whoosh!”

At that moment, a Black Shadow abruptly appeared in the great hall and swiftly charged towards Mo Tian with terrifying speed.

“Senior Sanhun speaks wisely, you currently cannot endure the power of the primordial ancient beast; I’ll help you absorb it,” said the Black Shadow, wearing a skull mask, as he instantly appeared in front of Mo Tian.

“What terrifying speed!” Mo Tian was greatly shocked, staring at the skull mask before him.

“Who is this person?” Mo Tianwang’s face changed dramatically as he shouted angrily, charging fiercely forward.

The person wearing the skull mask vanished in a flash, and the blood in Mo Tian’s hand disappeared.

Mo Tianwang arrived in a flash but was still a half-step late; the mysterious person had already vanished.

“The blood!” Mo Tian’s face drastically changed, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at his palm from which the three drops of blood had mysteriously vanished.

“Preposterous! Who dares to be so bold as to rob the Demon Clan’s treasure, right under Sanhun’s watch, within the grand hall?” Mo Tianwang instantly rushed out of the great hall.

Mo Tian trembled with rage, hardly believing the scene that had just unfolded.

In this world, someone dared to intrude into the Demon Clan, and in the presence of Sanhun, in the hall of the Demon Clan, to steal from the young master!

Sanhun, being a first-turn powerful being, who could be so audacious to act right before him?