novelTele Chapter 315 Invading the Dragon Palace, Lu Sheng: This Dragon King looks delicious!
Chapter 315 Invading the Dragon Palace, Lu Sheng: This Dragon King looks delicious!
The five-colored warships didn't apply the brakes.
Ignoring everything, they plunged into that thick, impenetrable black dead zone.
There was no impact sound.
It was more like a piece of scalding hot butter sliding into a bucket of cold asphalt.
The protective array's original five-element light barrier, upon contact with the black fire, was instantly erased on a physical level before it even had a chance to flicker. It wasn't shattered; it vanished into thin air, along with the rule runes in that area, forcibly formatted by this deathly silence that had existed for ten thousand years.
Black fire poured back in.
The temperature on the deck didn't rise but dropped; a chilling cold that could freeze one's bones ran straight up from the soles of one's feet to the top of one's head.
"The array plate is shattered!"
Li Xiaoyao twirled his broken sword, attempting to deflect the approaching black flames. But these flames were incredibly wicked; the sword energy was instantly devoured as soon as it left his body, then climbed up the pole and licked his forearm.
The sleeves and robes vanished silently.
Li Xiaoyao's thin arm instantly turned ashen, and his skin and flesh shriveled up at a visible speed, as if a hundred years of lifespan had been instantly drained away.
"Don't use your spiritual power! This stuff burns your life!"
Dao Yi reacted the fastest, grabbing Luo Tianfei who was trying to help. He frantically waved his Supreme Whisk, creating barriers to isolate their auras and protecting his group. His face was deathly pale; this level of rule-based confrontation was simply beyond their current capabilities to intervene in.
"Burn my life? I haven't lived enough yet!"
Li Xiaoyao looked at his arm, which was turning into a withered tree, and his eyes turned red. This was no moat; it was clearly the King of Hell's corpse-refining furnace.
He was about to turn around and question Lu Sheng about whether he had led the wrong way, but the swear words he was about to utter were abruptly cut off.
The bow of the ship.
The man stood at the deepest part of the sea of fire.
The black robe he had just changed into was long gone, and his muscular upper body was bare, the lines of his muscles so smooth they seemed to have been cast from dark gold divine iron. At this moment, the black flames that could instantly burn a spirit king to ashes were like a swarm of ants that hadn't eaten for eight hundred years, densely clinging to his body.
Gnawing.
Burning.
Lu Sheng's skin was turning black and cracking, peeling up like old tree bark to reveal the bright red muscle fibers beneath. Then, the muscles were burned away, revealing the bones with a metallic sheen.
The scene was so horrific that it was almost unbearable to look at.
But strangely enough, there was no sign of pain on the person's face.
Lu Sheng looked down at his hand, which was burned to the bone, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"This fire tastes a bit bitter."
He reached out his other hand, tore off a piece of charred dead skin from his shoulder, and casually tossed it into his mouth to chew.
"And this smell... why does it all smell like dead people?"
Li Xiaoyao and Dao Yi felt their scalps tingle.
Dude, this is burning you! And you even commented on it?!
Lu Sheng ignored the terror of the few weaklings behind him. His ancient divine body was undergoing an unprecedented upheaval. The True Sea Heart and the Abyss Mother Worm he had swallowed earlier were of too high an energy level, and the energy accumulating in his body was like eating a pot of undercooked rice, causing a feeling of stagnation.
But this black fire is different.
It is a rule of pure destruction, the best accelerant.
"Perfect."
Lu Sheng grinned, his face, which was burned down to just his gums, looked more ferocious than a demon.
"I ate too much earlier and have some indigestion. This fire... comes at just the right time."
boom--
Lu Sheng suddenly spread his arms wide, his chest heaving violently, and made a movement against his biological instincts as he faced the sky filled with black flames—
Take a deep breath.
It's not for breathing oxygen.
It's for eating.
"Ancient Devouring Furnace—fire it!!!"
Since it's a buffet, why should we just eat outside?
If you're going to eat it, you have to take the whole pot!
call--
Centered on Lu Sheng, the bow of the five-colored warship instantly collapsed into a gravitational singularity.
The black fire that was raging and trying to assimilate the warships into a deathly part suddenly seemed to be choked by an invisible hand.
They stopped.
Immediately afterwards, it started flowing backwards at an alarming rate.
At this moment, all 36,000 pores on Lu Sheng's body opened up, each pore transforming into a greedy little mouth, frantically plundering all the death energy around him. The black fire stream formed a huge funnel, ruthlessly pouring into his body through his mouth, nose, ears, and even eye sockets.
"Glug... Glug..."
That was the sound of swallowing as a high concentration of rules was forcibly compressed into the stomach.
"He...he's drinking fire?!"
The dragon general, who was tied to the mast, had his crotch soaked with sweat and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
That's the flames of Nirvana!
That's a forbidden rule that even the Dragon King has to avoid!
How many peerless powerhouses who wanted to storm the Dragon Palace are buried here? Their resentment and fragments of rules, if touched even slightly, would drive one into a state of demonic possession.
This human... drinks it like herbal tea?!
[Ding! High concentration of "Nirvana Silence Rule" detected!]
[The Ancient Devouring Furnace is running at overclock!]
[Currently neutralizing the accumulated divine energy within the body...]
[Impurities being removed... Physical body being reconstructed... Ancient Divine Body Strength +0.5%... +1%...]
Inside Lu Sheng's body at this moment is a nuclear fusion reactor in progress.
Dead fire clashes with divinity, abyss intertwines with desolation.
The previously superficial and undigested energy, under the tempering of this fire, finally became completely integrated into his bones and blood.
"Ugh—that feels great!"
Lu Sheng roared to the sky, spewing out a black-gold pillar of fire from his throat, which pierced directly through the sea of fire above.
Large chunks of charred, rotten flesh and dead skin began to peel off.
The newly formed skin was no longer that dazzling dark gold, but a deep black-gold that was restrained to the extreme, seemingly capable of swallowing light. Beneath every inch of skin flowed a divine power that made the space itself tremble.
"roar----!!"
Just as Lu Sheng was enjoying his meal, the desolate strait around him erupted in turmoil.
The "fire slaves" hidden deep within the flames seemed to be enraged by Lu Sheng's ransacking-style eating. This was their graveyard, not this kid's canteen!
Swish!Swish!Swish!
Hundreds of twisted black shadows, carrying the lingering pressure of the Spirit King from his previous life, rushed in from all directions.
Several skeletons dressed in tattered imperial robes exuded a suffocating aura of imperial rules, with green ghostly flames burning in their empty eye sockets. These were the half-step Spirit Emperors who had perished while trying to force their way into the Dragon Palace!
"It's the dead emperor! Be careful!!"
Luo Tianfei screamed, and the phantom of the Nether Phoenix behind her instinctively wanted to rush out to protect its master.
"Don't move."
Lu Sheng didn't even turn his head.
He looked at the vengeful spirits rushing towards him with a calm expression, as if he were looking at a group of desserts that had willingly come to his door.
"I initially thought this soup was a bit bland, just soup without any real substance."
Lu Sheng raised his newly formed, large hand, which looked like it was cast in black gold, and gently clenched it with his fingers spread, facing the withered skeleton of an emperor at the forefront.
"Since we're here, let's add some cartilage to this barbecue..."
Om-!
Inside Lu Sheng's body, the ancient emperor's finger bone, which had been dormant for a long time, trembled impatiently upon sensing the provocation from a fellow emperor.
Just for a moment.
An aura of absolute power, viewing all living beings as mere straw dogs, erupted from Lu Sheng's palm.
"Kneel properly."
This is not a discussion.
It is a divine law.
Those skeletons of emperors, who were originally menacing and whose claws were already three meters away from Lu Sheng, seemed to have their spines removed the moment that aura erupted.
Within their empty eye sockets, the green will-o'-the-wisp flickered violently, flashing with a trace of fear originating from the very source of their souls, and... submission.
That is the instinct of those in lower positions when they see the true God.
Click.
Several skeletons stopped in mid-air, their kneecaps cracking with a sharp sound, and then... they knelt upright in the void.
Facing Lu Sheng.
Or rather, towards the one inside his body.
Five-body cast.
As for the ordinary Spirit King-level fire slaves behind them, they didn't even have the right to kneel. Their souls disintegrated under this imperial might, turning into countless pure soul power points.
"This is what you call a moat?"
Lu Sheng withdrew his hand, looked at the few obedient old ghosts of the emperor in front of him who were as docile as quails, and curled his lips in boredom.
He opened his mouth and inhaled sharply at the skeletons.
"Slurp—"
It's like eating jelly.
Those skeletons containing the rules of the imperial way, along with the black flames within a radius of several thousand meters, transformed into a thick black dragon, which Lu Sheng swallowed whole.
"belch."
Lu Sheng patted his now smooth belly and let out a burp that seemed to carry a spark.
The area around the warship, spanning a kilometer, was completely clear.
Not even a spark remained.
"Let's go."
Lu Sheng turned around, took out a brand new black robe from his storage space and put it on, covering his perfect figure that would make any body cultivator ashamed to death.
He glanced at the three people and one dragon who were completely petrified, speaking casually as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
"The heat isn't quite right; the meat isn't cooked through and is still a bit undercooked."
Lu Sheng pointed to the crystal sky that was already faintly visible in front of him, a wolf-like green light flashing in his eyes.
"Hopefully the main course inside... will be a little more durable."
Li Xiaoyao looked at his withered arms, then at Lu Sheng's radiant face, and could only curse inwardly:
monster.
……
Crossing the Dead Sea Strait.
The view before me suddenly opened up.
The seawater was no longer pitch black, nor was the suffocating oppression.
Ahead, a colossal crystal canopy forcefully pushed open billions of tons of seawater, isolating it from the outside.
Beneath the sky, a sprawling, magnificent underwater palace complex stretched out before them. Coral served as walls, and pearls paved the ground, a testament to extreme luxury.
At the very center of that palace, a towering "Sea-Stabilizing Needle" pierced the earth, radiating a terrifying divine power that could suppress the four seas.
And coiled around that divine needle was a giant azure dragon that was ten thousand meters long.
With its eyes closed, each breath it exhaled from its nostrils transformed into two small tornadoes.
The Dragon Palace of the Deep Sea.
The true Dragon King, Ao Guang.
Level 50, peak Spirit King, half-step Spirit Emperor.
Seemingly sensing that the flames in the Dead Sea had been extinguished, the sleeping dragon's eyelids twitched slightly before it slowly opened them.
Those were a pair of golden, vertical pupils.
Majestic, indifferent, aloof, possessing a divine quality that regards all things as ants.
"Who... dares to extinguish my sacred flame?"
The sound pierced through the crystal sky, carrying a tangible sonic attack that shook the five-colored warship violently, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.
Lu Sheng stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the ten-thousand-meter-long dragon.
He smiled.
She smiled exceptionally brightly, and even subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth.
"Old Man Li."
Lu Sheng didn't even turn his head, but stared intently at the muscular lines on the giant dragon's body, and waved his hand.
"Stop spacing out, set the pot up."
He pointed at the dragon king, his eyes burning with the fervor of someone eyeing a top-quality ingredient.
"This thing... is really damn new."