What Is in Yunmeng Marsh

Boluo's clone turned into a puddle of white mud-like substance and collapsed limply on the ground.

The Tianyan Sect had already studied this thing. The material was not particularly special; only the manufacturing method was slightly different. It was not considered a rare technique.

Several streaks of rainbow light flew to Bai Xuanling's side, revealing three Mahayana Realm cultivators and two Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivators.

Their divine senses swept over the area, spiritual power fluctuating around them, and their eyes naturally locked onto the clone that had turned into white mud below.

Bai Xuanling nodded slightly to indicate that everything was fine. Then, a longsword at his waist left its sheath, its blade pressing down with oppressive might, piercing straight into the pool water below.

Although the sword intent was extremely sharp, its control was flawless.

Pushing the pool water aside, it revealed a blood-red array ritual at the very bottom, flowing quietly without any spiritual power fluctuations.

Sanskrit runes were densely scattered across the array like stars, most of which were in structural forms that Bai Xuanling had never seen before.

After observing for a moment, Bai Xuanling memorized all the array rituals below.

Driven by blood qi? Bai Xuanling muttered in a low voice. Then, he looked at the cultivators who had come to his aid and said, Everyone, please make your own rubbings of the array below. Thank you all for making this trip.

I won't say any more polite words for now; I still have matters to attend to.

You may arrange the remaining matters yourselves.

Having spoken, Bai Xuanling slightly cupped his hands and bowed formally.

Seeing Bai Xuanling—a living Yama famous for his fiery temper and chopping people up without a word—taking such a proper stance, no matter what anyone said, they all felt that the Bai Xuanling before them was indeed extremely polite.

Returning the greeting, the crowd collectively replied that they understood.

Bai Xuanling did not hesitate either, his figure transforming into a streak of rainbow light as he soared away.

Northern Luzhou, Yunmeng Marsh.

Inside the Yunze Grotto-Heaven, the God of Yunze looked extremely humble, sitting in a side seat with tense and stiff movements.

The main seat, which he had not even yielded when Zheng Zhaoling came, was securely occupied today by a handsome young man.

Last time my disciple came here, it seems he caused quite a stir. I heard he greatly disturbed the God of Yunze, and I apologize for that. Chu Xingchen raised the wine cup on the table with a gentle smile on his face. I will penalize myself with a cup.

Hearing this, Yunze's scalp instantly went numb.

Although he also understood at this moment that the previous turmoil in the divine path of incense was probably caused by Chu Xingchen's disciple.

Back then, the God of Yunze was truly so angry that he wanted to storm up to the Yunmeng Pavilion to demand answers, and secretly wanted to skin the mastermind alive and tear their bones apart.

But now that the clouds had been cleared to reveal the light, let alone skinning and dismantling bones.

Yunze now only hoped that the other party wouldn't actually hold a grudge. After all, the only reason he dared to act arrogantly towards Yunmeng Pavilion was purely because Yunmeng Pavilion owed a debt of gratitude to Yunmeng Marsh in the past, coupled with his own extraordinary status, so Yunmeng Pavilion naturally flattered him when there were no issues.

But Chu Xingchen, with his gentle smile in front of him, was a completely different matter.

This person could truly ignore Yunmeng Pavilion and crush the entire Yunmeng Marsh with a single large hand.

The reason was simple. When Yunze looked at the Nascent Soul Realm youth beside Chu Xingchen, who was just keeping his head down and eating, occasionally releasing a wisp of true dragon aura that seemed both real and illusory, he felt the vigilance of meeting a natural enemy and a subconscious sense of submission.

Who knew what this creature's background was, or if its true identity was really something out of legends.

Moreover, Yunmeng Pavilion was too unreliable; a big shot like Chu Xingchen coming to Yunmeng Marsh without even giving a notice.

Furthermore, Chu Xingchen's simple statement that he had something to discuss privately with Yunze actually managed to persuade the elders of Yunmeng Pavilion to withdraw their surveillance. Such authority and prestige were simply too hard to accept.

Yunze hurriedly stood up and also picked up his wine cup:

Senior jests. With my status, how could I let Senior penalize himself with a cup? Moreover, how could I bear the title of God in front of Senior? Please take it back, Senior.

Yunze also drank all the wine in his cup in one gulp, and then said in a gentle tone:

I wonder what guidance Senior has for me by coming here this time.

It's not guidance, Chu Xingchen sighed softly. I came in a hurry this time and didn't notify Yunmeng Pavilion. I'll probably have to go up to Yunmeng Pavilion to apologize later. I came this time because I have a matter I hope you can help with.

Yunmeng pursed his lips slightly and said calmly, If Senior has a matter, Yunmeng will naturally do my utmost to help. It's just that Yunmeng Marsh is weak and our strength is limited. If there are things I cannot agree to, please forgive me, Senior.

Chu Xingchen smiled and nodded, then raised his hand and patted the head of Yunli, who was still eating spirit fruits.

Yunli, having had his head patted, obediently put down the spirit fruit in his hand and cast a calm gaze at Yunmeng, as if he had seen through the true form of Yunmeng, whose cultivation far exceeded his own, with just a single glance.

This is my disciple. I don't know what breed he is, but his true form is probably a snake, Chu Xingchen said. He then reached out his hand, pinching a tiny gap between his fingers, and continued, However, he probably has a tiny trace of true origin flowing in his body.

Yunmeng stared at Yunli's face, which was still carefully chewing.

His true body was a Soaring Serpent, a genuine and well-documented branch of the true dragon bloodline.

Now, Yunmeng felt a natural sense of closeness to Yunli. The true origin Chu Xingchen mentioned was probably the true origin of a true dragon. However, the reaction was enough to make Yunmeng feel uncomfortable... This was probably not something that could be explained by just a tiny trace of true origin.

Yunli's body must be coursing with an even purer true dragon true origin than his own.

Chu Xingchen's eyes flickered slightly as he continued, You also know that slightly higher-tier beings like my disciple more or less have some Divine Sea inheritance. The reason you don't leave Yunmeng Marsh is probably not entirely because of Yunmeng Pavilion's courteous treatment. After all, the world is vast, and with your status, there are plenty of sects that could offer a higher price than Yunmeng Pavilion.

All ancient texts record that the divine dragon perished in Southern Buzhou, its body dismantled by heavenly demons, with only its divine charm, blessings, and true origin flowing out.

But according to my disciple's Divine Sea inheritance, Yunmeng Marsh is the ultimate incarnation of the blessings left by the true dragon's remains.

The divine dragon perished in Southern Buzhou, but its body eventually ended up in Northern Luzhou, separated by an unknown distance. If it weren't for the Divine Sea inheritance, no one would dare to imagine this, nor would they think this way.

Yunmeng's eyes widened, and his expression finally revealed a hint of disbelief.

After all, with the information being this accurate, any further concealment was meaningless. A Divine Sea inheritance was essentially a complete replica of the memories from back then.

Chu Xingchen looked at Yunmeng's expression, then cast a brief glance at Yunli, who was still causing trouble for him at the last moment.

Yunli naturally understood what his master meant. He looked at Yunmeng and said:

Looking at your current situation, I suppose you are borrowing the true dragon here to maintain the Soaring Serpent bloodline that has been degrading over generations, but it seems the effects are becoming increasingly poor.

After all, the thinner the bloodline, the less feedback you can receive.

I am not here to take by force. The same bloodline flows within both of us, and I am willing to share my Divine Sea inheritance with you.

Yunmeng took two deep breaths, trying his best to suppress the palpitations in his heart.