Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

Creatures like the Spiritual Snake Demon Python all aim to transform into a True Dragon through their cultivation, so they possess an innate reverence for dragons.

The True Dragon's Might emanating from Ling Fei would naturally make the Demon Python fearful.

To Ling Fei's surprise, the Demon Python even shifted its body, actually moving away from the area near the Flood Dragon.

It looked as if it were making way for Ling Fei.

'I never would have thought a True Dragon holds such status in a Demon Python's heart.' Amid his surprise, Ling Fei also breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he resumed his inspection of the fallen Flood Dragon.

Although the Flood Dragon was dead, its body had yet to decay, and a dense Dragon Qi still emanated from it.

Ling Fei even guessed that the Silver Python had likely reached its current level of cultivation by absorbing the Flood Dragon's Qi from the corpse.

'In that case, I won't be shy.' Ling Fei's gaze sharpened. After confirming that the Demon Python was truly awed by his Dragon's Might, he strode toward the Flood Dragon ahead. If he could absorb the creature's residual Dragon Qi, the Dragon Qi within his Dragon Bone would most likely be restored to its original state.

Ling Fei walked toward the Flood Dragon's corpse.

The Cold Qi there was extremely dense. As he drew near, he felt as if he were stepping into a world of ice and snow.

The Cold Qi affected his very Heart Spirit, making him feel as if he were being pulled into another world.

This left Ling Fei utterly shocked.

'How can this Cold Qi possess such a Divine Technique?' He found it incredible.

The Cold Qi was bone-chilling. Even though the Qi Vortex that formed along his spine was absorbing the Cold Qi, some still managed to invade his body.

The Cold Qi seemed all-pervasive, capable of penetrating a person's muscles, meridians, bones, and even their mind.

'Cold Qi can penetrate any substance?' Ling Fei was taken aback, a flicker of understanding dawning on him.

In that moment, he seemed to gain a new understanding of Cold Qi.

And so, Ling Fei allowed a small amount of Cold Qi to invade his body, the better to comprehend its Mystical.

Meanwhile, he continued to draw closer to the Flood Dragon.

The Cold Qi ahead grew increasingly dense. Approaching it felt like entering a world of bitter cold. As the Cold Qi invaded Ling Fei's body, he felt the sensation in his own body continuously fade. An illusion even materialized before his eyes, showing an incomparably frigid, glacial world.

He was walking through this world, but with every step, he felt his body stiffen a bit more, his movements becoming sluggish.

The feeling that he was about to be sealed in ice washed over him.

Ling Fei even felt his very thoughts beginning to freeze solid.

At this moment, inside the cavern, the Demon Python's eyes flickered as it, too, watched Ling Fei.

Its eyes held a mix of reverence and burgeoning curiosity.

It could clearly sense that this youth's strength was not particularly great, yet he possessed the True Dragon's Might.

In its eyes, the youth must possess the True Dragon Bloodline; his cultivation was simply insufficient due to his young age.

Therefore, it still regarded Ling Fei with the utmost respect.

Now, it was mostly curious, wanting to see how far from the Flood Dragon this noble-blooded scion of the Dragon Race would be forced to stop.

After all, it had deeply experienced the terror of the Cold Qi that the Flood Dragon emitted!

The Cold Qi seemed to contain some of the Divine Technique Mystical Techniques it possessed in life.

Anyone who approached rashly would likely fall directly into that Divine Illussion, to be frozen solid on the spot without even realizing it.

Back when it first discovered this place, it had only approached the Flood Dragon's body slowly and cautiously.

Only after becoming a Primordial Pill Realm Great Demon did it dare venture within ten zhang of the corpse.

Now, it could even get within ten meters of it.

Even so, it still didn't dare linger within three meters of the Flood Dragon.

So it was very curious to see how far Ling Fei could push himself.

And by this time, Ling Fei was only thirty meters away from the Flood Dragon.

The Cold Qi grew ever denser, containing within it a Mystical that could freeze everything solid.

Although this Flood Dragon was dead, a lingering Dao rhythm remained on its body, still possessing an overwhelming might.

Now, Ling Fei felt his senses about to fade away. His eyelids grew heavy, as if he were about to fall into a deep sleep.

And that sleep meant death.

'The basic Mystical of Cold Qi is to invade the body, making a person feel a biting Cold Intent. A step further is to seal their meridians, and after that, their Spiritual Sense and perception.' Ling Fei now had a clear understanding of the Mystical of Cold Qi.

Cold Essence did not seem wild or overbearing, but if you underestimated it, you would surely die filled with regret.

'Dragon Bone, devour!'

With a command from his Heart Spirit, Ling Fei hurriedly urged his Dragon Bone to frantically devour the Cold Qi. If he hesitated any longer, he would be frozen solid by the Cold Qi and die filled with regret.

HUMMM!

The Dragon Bone Light Pattern flared, forming what looked like the mouth of a True Dragon, and it began to frantically devour the Cold Qi before it, which was imbued with infinite Mystical.

HSSS!

As the draconic Qi Vortex took shape, the pupils of the Demon Python secretly watching from the side contracted sharply, its eyes filling with deep apprehension.

At the same time, a hint of reverence was also visible.

This was because it sensed a dense surge of True Dragon's Might.

At this point, the Demon Python was utterly convinced that Ling Fei was a scion of the Dragon Race.

To be able to so frantically devour the Cold Qi at his level of cultivation filled it with boundless envy.

After all, it had possessed no such ability back in its early days!

'Perhaps only the Dragon Race could be so wantonly domineering?'

As the Demon Python mulled this over, its body unconsciously retreated another few meters.

But its anticipation regarding Ling Fei had grown even stronger, so it did not leave.

"The Mystical of Cold Qi is truly profound." At that moment, Ling Fei's eyes opened; he had clearly awakened from the Illusion Realm.

Cold Qi could invade the body and cause injury.

That was merely the Basic Level Mystical.

Invading a person's mind to create illusions—that was a truly grand Mystical.

And to create an Illusion Realm that felt completely real required an even greater level of mastery.

"My previous grasp of the Cold Dao Mystical was indeed too superficial," Ling Fei murmured to himself.

In the past, he only knew how to use Cold Qi to invade others' bodies.

He couldn't even effectively invade their minds or seal their Spiritual Sense.

It could be said that previously, Ling Fei had only scratched the surface of Cold Qi; it couldn't even be considered a true comprehension of the Cold Dao Mystical.

But now, after comprehending the Mystical of Cold Qi, his perspective shifted as he gained a new realization. Unconsciously, his understanding of the Cold Dao took a qualitative leap. His cultivation at the Late Stage of Innate was also continuously nearing Perfection. With a little more accumulation, he could stabilize his cultivation at the Innate Perfect Realm.

'This Flood Dragon was incredibly strong when it was alive. I'll gain immense benefits by cultivating next to it.' Filled with a sense of anticipation, Ling Fei continued to press forward.

Soon, Ling Fei was within ten zhang of the Flood Dragon's corpse, his steps continuing forward with no intention of stopping.

At this, the Demon Python couldn't help but hold its breath.

However, Ling Fei's pace didn't falter, and soon he was seven zhang, then five zhang away from the Flood Dragon.

Instantly, the Demon Python's eyes flew wide open, its face a mask of utter disbelief.

'It's so cold. I can't even withstand this little bit of Cold Qi.' Arriving five zhang from the Flood Dragon, Ling Fei felt immense pressure.

Even though he activated the Dragon Bone, a bit of Cold Qi still tried to invade his body, making him feel as if he were on the verge of being frozen solid.

'Can I go no further?' Ling Fei gritted his teeth. He circulated his Soul Essence and pushed his Dragon Bone to its limits in an attempt to press forward.

HUMMM!

Just then, the Dragon Bone Light Pattern flared, and a great power was unleashed, making the devouring Qi Vortex even more terrifying. The Light Pattern condensed, truly taking the form of a dragon's head.