Chapter 487 - 199: The Law of This World, the Celestial Dragon True Form Map
Chapter 487: Chapter 199: The Law of This World, the Celestial Dragon True Form Map
He had already stepped into the Spiritual Image Realm; moving a person a hundred miles would be as simple as snapping his fingers.
He had his own reasons for not doing so.
A bitter expression crossed Ye Yangfeng’s face. Unable to speak, he could only shake his head.
"The Young Master has returned on important business. Seeing you is merely a side matter, so you must seize this opportunity."
Chi Wu patted Ye Yangfeng’s shoulder and continued, "That Lin Longbai used a Secret Technique to sever your limbs and the Dragon Vein within your body. While I cannot save you, it is no trouble at all for the Young Master."
Ye Yangfeng nodded.
The first step of cultivation in this world is Refining Form.
It emphasizes using the Heaven and Earth Qi to refine a special form, with the strength of that form determining one’s own potential.
The form he cultivated was the Twelve Fire Dragon Forms. At Perfection, it granted the power of Twelve Fire Dragons.
The second step of cultivation is Casting Platform, using the Power of Transformation to condense a special Divine Platform within the body.
The third step is Spiritual Aspect, which manifests all sorts of powerful phenomena. Experts in the Spiritual Aspect realm possess the power to move mountains and fill seas.
As for experts beyond the Spiritual Aspect realm, they were far beyond what Ye Yangfeng could even comprehend.
Each step of cultivation was exceedingly difficult, and the power gap between those at the same stage could be immense.
Unfortunately, his Martial Dao had been crippled, his Dragon Vein severed by Lin Longbai’s Secret Technique. His Twelve Fire Dragon Forms had crumbled, leaving him a cripple.
Otherwise, even with a bitten-off tongue, he could have circulated his Blood Qi to grow a new one.
The City Lord’s Mansion of Chishui City had no gates or walls.
From the head of the bridge, one could already see numerous pavilions, rockeries, and palaces shrouded in mist.
Though not as grand or majestic as the City Lord’s Mansion in Dinghai City, it was still several times more impressive than the Ye Family estate of old.
Stepping inside, it seemed an invisible barrier separated the inside from the out.
The ceaseless roar of the river from the outside became barely audible.
Furthermore, ordinary riverside dwellings were often heavy with moisture. But this City Lord’s Mansion, situated right where the great river crashed against the bank, was completely free of dampness inside.
Within the mansion, people bustled about. Countless servants were busy, seemingly preparing for a banquet.
"The Young Master has returned with fellow disciples this time. They will arrive in a few days, so the Lord is preparing a banquet..."
Chi Wu offered this piece of information, then stopped before a small courtyard.
Then, he bowed slightly and said, "Young Master, I’ve brought him."
Silence from the courtyard.
Chi Wu remained bowed until a voice as gentle as flowing water sounded from within, only then did he straighten up.
"Brother Ye, please don’t take offense. On my way back, I encountered Mu Wuqing, a True Disciple of the Destruction Sect."
"I fought him for several days. Although I wounded him severely, I also expended some of my Primordial Qi and will need a few days to recuperate."
As the gentle, water-like voice sounded,
a shimmering light, like a great river flowing by, appeared outside the courtyard gate.
Ye Yangfeng felt his body enveloped by the watery ripples, and in what seemed like an instant, he was inside the courtyard.
To call it a courtyard was an understatement; it was actually a pavilion separate from the City Lord’s Mansion, standing in the very center of the Chilong River.
The great river churned, and the mist-shrouded pavilion was a hazy silhouette.
A young man was faintly visible, standing with his hands behind his back. His white robes fluttered in the wind, making him look like an Exiled Immortal descended to the mortal realm, or perhaps an Immortal riding a crane, about to depart on the wind.
He had a tall, straight posture and wore no other ornaments, save for a jade hairpin with a faint bloodstain piercing through his hair.
As Ye Yangfeng looked at him, he felt the man was utterly perfect, not like a mortal at all. He couldn’t find a single flaw, which made him feel shamefully inadequate.
No wonder he used "Immortal" in his name.
Furthermore, his aura was as ethereal as a cloud, yet it also seemed to merge with the river, naturally inspiring a sense of awe.
As Ye Yangfeng observed him, a pair of eyes as profound as the river’s waters also landed on him.
They paused for a moment on the slumbering Su Bai.
"And this is?"
Ye Yangfeng, tongueless, could not speak, nor could he cup his fist in salute. He could only bow slightly to show respect.
"This brother is... somewhat unusual."
Chiyun Immortal’s eyes flickered, a hint of inquiry in them.
He discovered this person seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, impossible to see through or comprehend.
However, he didn’t seem to have any cultivation, as if he were a mere mortal.
After a brief look, he withdrew his gaze.
Then, he flicked his finger. A wisp of watery light shot out, split in two, and struck Ye Yangfeng’s crippled leg and arm.
CRACK!
It was as if some invisible shackles were shattered by the light.
Ye Yangfeng’s body trembled as he felt an intense pain spreading through his body with his blood.
Accustomed as he was to agony, he couldn’t help but let out a grunt.
A wisp of bloody mist escaped from his nostrils.
"Lin Longxiang is certainly generous, to have even passed that Broken Form Palm down to his younger brother."
Chiyun Immortal gave Ye Yangfeng a faint glance and then spoke:
"I heard you obtained the Celestial Dragon True Form Map passed down from Ancient Qilong Mountain?"
His gaze was quite gentle. As it fell upon him, it felt like being bathed in sunlight, greatly easing Ye Yangfeng’s pain.
Ye Yangfeng nodded. "That’s right."
He had spoken subconsciously, but when the sound actually came out, he was stunned.
Back then, Lin Longbai had used the Broken Form Palm to sever the Dragon Vein in his body. In his agony, Ye Yangfeng had accidentally bitten off his own tongue, and had been unable to speak ever since.
He was just beginning to get used to it.
But just now, he had spoken.
In the next instant, he felt the crimson ripples filling his entire body and finally understood.
’These ripples... they must be Chiyun Immortal’s Spiritual Aspect.’
’But... could a Spiritual Aspect really be used like this?’