Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

Chapter 1275 - 622: Senile Dementia

Chen Xuantian finished his last meal, ate to his satisfaction, then slung on his sword bag, mounted the child, wielded the axe, covered his eyes, and held onto the limping Jiliang, letting the old horse find its way, leading the path by the water.

Yes, he was serious, this group dungeon wouldn’t include the Holy Daughter anymore, and the debate wouldn’t wait; he’d go solo.

The silver axe was left for the Holy Daughter as protection, letting Gugu Gaga stay with her in the temple, as a final insurance. Ensuring that even if he failed and met with disaster, the Holy Daughter could control Xuan Du, letting Gugu Gaga deliver a final Gang Fist blow.

Indeed, he understood it all now, no need to be so hesitant or cowardly anymore. Because the chances of winning today were not fifty-fifty, but a hundred percent. Because this Heavenly Demon couldn’t possibly descend, and Xuan Du, today, would surely die.

Yes, Chen Xuantian truly understood it, the aquarium was all set, not only was his plan clear, but also Netherworld Spring, Holy Daughter, Xuan Du, and Lingxu were all well arranged.

This Holy Daughter, not coming earlier or later, appearing here at this very moment, was aiming for the old life of Xuan Du. Using the Primordial Spirit Method to attack the heart, alongside a domineering sword slash, Soul Splitting Beheading, they might even claim first blood of the five-thousand-year-old Old Gods. Their arrangement was to ensure that even if Chen Xuantian’s first sword against the demon failed, if he died in defeat, there were others to follow up.

And even if Matra failed, there were still Gugu Gaga, Cang Bi Lingxu, Beichen Sword Master, and the second sword, third sword, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth sword, emphasizing a saturation-style world-saving approach, using endless brave men to bury the descending Heavenly Demon, beating them until even their mother couldn’t recognize them.

Anyone who seeks to destroy the world must die; this is the new rule now.

So Chen Xuantian thought it over and decided, why involve others, his own karma is something he should bear himself.

"It’s here, doctor."

Chen Xuantian leaned down, touched the icy lake water, tasted it; indeed, it was sweet.

"Thank you, you know the way, then you should go back."

"Okay, doctor, take care."

Once he heard the distant sound of Jiliang’s limping hooves fade away, Chen Xuantian was silent for a moment and then asked,

"Is it here?"

The child didn’t cry, so yes, it was.

Hence, he took off the black gauze covering his face, opened his eyes and looked around, and what met his gaze was not a glittering pond, nor the cave dwelling of ancient Immortals, but a sea of blood.

A sea of blood, real blood, not the concoction made by the Divine Sect’s Divinity Transformation with Essence Qi and spirit mixed together, but actual biological blood.

A massive chunk of flesh mashed and strewn upon the earth, seemingly dead, between the mountain-like body of flesh and blood lumps, abscesses grew horizontally, as if it had been chopped into seventy or eighty pieces with an axe, bones ruptured from tendons, spewing a spring-like Blood River, the crimson waters pooling to irrigate a wide expanse of marshland.

And from this blood marsh, a scorchingly visible, almost Pill Breath-pure True Qi continually steamed up, transforming into multicolored mists, like layers of gauze, layer upon layer of canopies, enveloping the blood lake in dreamy fog clouds, projecting illusions of green mountains, lakes, forests, and earth, tightly obscured from the view of the heavens.

Then Chen Xuantian understood, no wonder this round was so advanced, it was obscured by an ungodly amount of Eye Covering Technique.

Array, Barrier, Seal, Illusion Realm, Void, and Mirage.

Yes, beside the sea, the vapor forms towers, and in the vast fields, air becomes palatial. It’s the refraction of light through layers of air with different densities, forming images.

Taixu Palace, Land God Temple, lakes, forests, seeming real yet doubtful, like dreams that are true, all formed by the True Qi mirage. The foundation supporting this grand dream is that mountain-like thing, an entity whose identity is indiscernible, presumably Xuan Du.

That’s right, you think this is a dream, but what came before are dreams.

Before his eyes, this thing seemed like a shrimp with its shell peeled and shards scattered, internal organs and flesh turning inside out, appearing dead for a long time, but also seemingly not quite dead yet, is what truly exists.

Hundreds of zhang long, like bare ridges oozing blood flesh along each vertebra’s edge, sprouting many crisscrossing limb branches. As if hundreds of people, demons, monsters, beasts, were glued together, sharing one backbone, desperately competing for sustenance, sprouting like fresh buds, writhing eerily, trembling, swelling with tumorous sacs akin to cancer cells.

It is a dragon.

Yes, this is a real dragon, not those claiming holiness when they’re mere scenic animals, nor cloned eggs produced by technology, nor simulacrum crafted from Daoist Skill’s Divinity Transformation and Divine Skills.

It’s discernible from this True Qi, this real blood.

It’s a real dragon, evolved from ’human,’ evolved from ’beast,’ raised from a petri dish.

Devouring all beings, evolving step by step to this level, yet still capable of further evolution, continuing to devour.

A beast of endless potential,

A dragon devouring all things,

Chimera

Xuan Du

In this moment, at this place, awakening from his dream, with the descending Demon Fetus, is the one who will destroy the world.

"Are you going in?"

Chen Xuantian looked at the child.

The child was expressionless; in fact, the child had lost even their eye color, leaving only a pale bun in the swaddle, at the spot where the face used to be, there was only an unfathomably deep black hole.