Starting From A Fisherman To Cultivate Immortality And Live Forever

Chapter 226: I, Ao Li, am loyal and devoted!

Ao Li had a dream.

Since he gained consciousness as a Flood Dragon, he rarely dreamt.

After all, for a Transcendent being like him, dreams were closely related to the soul and Divine Sense.

The stronger the Divine Sense, the fewer dreams there would be.

And if he did dream at this point, it was either a subconscious warning or a summons from some existence.

Ao Li remembered the last time he dreamt was when he became a Gold Core Spirit Beast.

But the memory of that dream was very vague.

Ao Li remembered that he entered a Sacred Land in a beautiful sea of clouds, where many true dragons soared and roamed.

He only caught a glimpse of that Sacred Land in his dream.

But suddenly, he was driven away and scolded as a wicked creature for daring to come here!

After waking up, Ao Li had a headache for a whole month.

Ao Li admitted that at that time, in order to break through to the Gold Core stage, he did use some shortcut methods.

He was also tempted by the demonic creatures taught by the Ten Directions Sect to try to incorporate divine power into his body.

But it was not Ao Li's fault that he was born as a pitiful Flood Dragon.

Born in the Ten Directions Sect, he, Ao Li, had no choice in choosing his own path.

On this night, Ao Li entered the dream again.

He remembered that he was still hovering above the master's immortal boat, escorting the cultivators on the boat.

It was obvious that he had been summoned by some existence.

Could it be those self-proclaimed extraordinary true dragon ancestors who summoned him in the dream?

Ao Li had some guesses in his heart as the shimmering golden mist gradually dissipated.

Ao Li once again saw the cloud and mist Mountain and Sea that left a deep impression on him.

And this time, he was not expelled, but was called into the depths of the sea of clouds, where he saw a magnificent golden palace.

There, he saw a green dragon enjoying various delicacies on a huge long table.

The green dragon leisurely opened its mouth and devoured dozens of dishes.

After slowly savoring and swallowing them, the green dragon looked at Ao Li, who was rolling in the palace.

Ao Li quickly lowered his head after just one glance.

The bloodline memory made him deeply understand that the figure in front of him was a true dragon among true dragons.

An existence he could never offend in his lifetime!

Not long after, Ao Li heard what he had suspected.

It was indeed related to the transformation of his bloodline after obtaining the dragon blood!

"I remember you."

"A spotted Flood Dragon who has deviated from the right path..."

The green dragon's eyes emitted green divine light, constantly scanning the black Flood Dragon in front of it.

"Tell me, what kind of adventure have you had?"

Facing the questioning of the green dragon.

Ao Li suddenly became confused.

The other party... was asking him what was going on?

Strange, shouldn't the high and mighty true dragons have absolute control over these inferior bloodlines?

The Divine Ability of the True Dragon Race, the Dream Invasion Technique, could easily bring these lower Dragon Races into a dream world where reality and illusion coexisted.

When they saw their own kind, they should have known the cause and effect related to the Dragon Race.

Could it be that the dragon blood in my body and the other party's bloodline have nothing to do with each other?

Thinking of this possibility, Ao Li's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Various miraculous methods displayed by the master also flashed through his memory.

Seeing Ao Li remain silent for a long time.

The green dragon narrowed its eyes and sneered:

"Indeed, an inferior dragon who thinks he can defy the will of the true dragons after gaining a little adventure?"

"If you don't speak, I'll have to come and see for myself!"

The green dragon let out a low roar, and its eyes began to rotate with a great Divine Ability that comprehended the laws of heaven and earth.

Although it spoke lightly, in fact, it was also full of doubts.

This was the first time it had encountered a Dragon Race that did not belong to the True Dragon Realm.

Otherwise, it would not have been interested in a Flood Dragon, let alone become wary.

"Forgive me!"

Silently apologizing in his heart, the green dragon began to trace the roots of Ao Li's bloodline.

Then, it found that it couldn't penetrate a thin film that hindered it no matter how hard it tried.

Just as the divine dragon refused to admit defeat and began to increase its strength.

It even stretched out its front claws and took out a jade green Dragon Pearl.

Under its full force, the green dragon suddenly found that the scenery in front of it had changed.

Just as it was delighted.

It saw a uniquely shaped scepter.

Immediately after, it... saw a figure that appeared in the vast universe, obscuring the stars.

Click!

Aoli heard the sound of dreams shattering.

He was stunned to see the majestic blue dragon in front of him, frozen in a state of fear with its eyes wide open.

The entire divine body of the dragon shattered inch by inch along with the dream palace.

And in the blink of an eye, it was completely shattered!

In that instant, Aoli also woke up from the dream and returned to reality.

He saw his master, Su Ping, who appeared above him, tapping his own head with the memory staff.

"Awake?"

Su Ping looked at Aoli and asked.

"Thank you, master, for saving me!"

Aoli nodded quickly, then thought of something and said,

"Master! Little dragon Aoli has always been loyal to you, and there was no leakage of information in the dream!"

Su Ping nodded slightly to indicate his understanding.

As the guardian god under the Blood God's true body, Aoli was also controlled by Su Ping's blood chain.

Therefore, when Aoli was called into the dream by the true dragon, Su Ping immediately sensed it and left two memory illusions to store the stone walls in the secret realm of the willing inheritors.

Su Ping flew back to the headquarters of the Ten Directions Sect and began to examine Aoli's condition after blessing himself with the true body of the Blood God.

Feeling a faint connection with Aoli's soul, Su Ping realized that Aoli had encountered something. He thought of the knowledge in the inheritance about dealing with these special secret arts or divine abilities.

In addition to setting up relevant special formations, another method was to use high-quality items to interfere with the opponent's spellcasting.

For example, the Lost Soul Technique that Independent Cultivators in the side paths could also use.

As long as the children of prestigious families had a Law Weapon to protect themselves, they could perfectly avoid it.

Su Ping searched for his belongings and found that he had quite a few, whether it was the Heavenly Sword Divine Armament or the Demon Slayer Spear, or several Spiritual Weapons he recently acquired from ownerless items. They all seemed usable.

However, Su Ping decided to take out the memory staff.

Judging from the reactions of the Fire Knight and the female Martial Sage, the item that was evaluated as rare was obviously more extraordinary than what he currently had.

Not to mention that the memory staff was also the rare item that he had upgraded the most times.

In terms of quality, it was the highest item in Su Ping's hands!

And the current effect seemed quite good.

He picked up the memory staff and tapped the silly dragon in front of him.

The other party immediately woke up and seemed to be overflowing with admiration for Su Ping!

After listening to Aoli's account of the dream memory, Su Ping thought of the inheritance records he had seen at the headquarters of the Ten Directions Sect.

Combining those fragments of memories from the Elders, Su Ping speculated that the place where those true dragons fled to was not the Grotto-Heaven attached to the Immortal Cultivation World.

Instead, it was a certain Great World outside of the Immortal Cultivation World, similar to the Immortal World and Demon World mentioned in the legends.

"They ran away, but they still noticed the mutation of a Flood Dragon?"

"Did they always pay attention to this Immortal Cultivation World that was about to be consumed by evil qi, or did the uniqueness of my fake dragon blood attract the attention of the big shots?"

"Or maybe both?"

Su Ping couldn't figure out what the situation was, so he simply didn't think about it.

Instead, he refocused his attention on the gains left behind at the headquarters of the Ten Directions Sect.

After the Immortal Ship Fleet stayed above the headquarters of the Ten Directions Sect for a day, the terrifying and illusory nature of the world behind them became increasingly apparent.

Su Ping also felt a sense of urgency in his heart. After obtaining all the inheritances, he moved to the Grotto-Heaven in the pot to ensure that there would be no unexpected changes.

Su Ping consciously shortened the journey that followed.

But Aoli also helped by using the communication array to transmit their route to the entire Southern Wilderness.

He informed the remaining forces in the Southern Wilderness who were planning to leave the area to gather at a certain location.

Of course, Demonic Cultivators were rejected from joining.

Changing sides halfway was also not allowed!

Aoli's diligent communication allowed most of the remaining forces in the Southern Wilderness, who still had some strength left, to receive this information.

After careful consideration, the most crucial point was that the current abnormality in the Southern Wilderness could no longer be ignored.

The sun and the moon no longer appeared in the sky.

Even Qi Refining cultivators could feel the malice from beyond the stars when they looked up at the sky, making them shudder.

Many lucky Foundation Building families who had not been invaded by evil spirits or Devil Dao made the decision to have all their cultivators board flying boats or other means of transportation and head towards the evacuation point.

And as this large-scale evacuation operation began, the speed at which darkness engulfed the Southern Wilderness accelerated.

The Southern Wilderness, which had lost its earth veins, had a concentration of evil qi that surpassed Spiritual Qi for the first time.

The thick, lifelike darkness completely eroded the outer sea of the Southern Wilderness and reached the coast.

The land on the coast turned into vast black swamps as soon as it encountered darkness.

In a large market near the coastline, inside a ancestral hall.

Only a few emaciated old cultivators were left inside, feeling a great terror. They squirmed their mouths, biting their tongues to prevent themselves from screaming.

They were the voluntarily remaining old cultivators of the local family who sought death.

They were already close to death and did not want to continue fleeing and competing for precious cultivation resources with the younger generation.

Boom!

Darkness instantly covered the market.

In the blink of an eye, everything was engulfed in darkness, decomposed, digested, and then absorbed by the countless lives within the darkness.

...

"The time has come, let's set off!"

After helping to clean up several ruins of sects, Su Ping arrived at the agreed evacuation point three days later.

Su Ping looked at his growing fleet of immortal ships and spoke slowly.

Suddenly, the black Flood Dragon roared into the sky, releasing its dragon might that enveloped the fleet.

"Blood God's command!"

"Set sail!"

"Set sail...!"

To ensure the speed of evacuation, the cultivators from the Southern Wasteland who came here were divided among the various immortal ships.

Currently, there were already thirty large immortal ships and over a hundred medium and small ones in the fleet.

More than seventy Foundation Building cultivators were responsible for the immortal ship formation and were under the command of the Blood God.

The remaining three thousand Qi Refining cultivators were also present.

As for Gold Core cultivators... there were none.

But this situation was normal.

Gold Core cultivators either followed their sects to flee to other regions or became Demonic Cultivators in place, attempting to find another way out.

Demonic Cultivators would not come to their deaths willingly.

So, in a sense, the dozens of Foundation Building cultivators and thousands of Qi Refining cultivators under Su Ping's command were the essence of the Southern Wasteland.

As for mortals...

Unless they had already migrated away from the Southern Wasteland, mortals in the Southern Wasteland were already extinct.

With the changes in the Southern Wasteland, the passages connecting to the Central Domain became increasingly dangerous and terrifying.

Fortunately, Su Ping was skilled at using force to break through cunning obstacles.

When faced with obstructing mist, he would summon his blood god form to crush through it.

When encountering evil spirits and monsters, it was even simpler. He would continue to summon the blood sea to wash away these things and turn them into snacks for the blood god within the blood mysterious realm.

During this time, Ao Li also worked exceptionally hard, showing his loyalty and devotion.

It was fortunate that the evacuation operation proceeded smoothly and safely, crossing the continuous mountain range and arriving in the Central Domain.

Su Ping opened the Abyssal Challenge Scroll and took a look.

After furrowing his brows slightly, he instructed the fleet to continue at high speed.

Although according to the map, they had already arrived in the Central Domain, according to the influence range of the earth veins, they still needed to travel a distance to truly enter the Central Domain's earth vein area.

Because of this, when they discovered scattered markets and family residences along the way, Su Ping kindly reminded them to leave as soon as possible.

But it was just a reminder, whether they listened or not... Su Ping couldn't control that.

It wasn't until they entered the influence range of the Central Domain's earth veins that they clearly felt the decrease in the concentration of evil energy.

Su Ping breathed a sigh of relief and appeared in the sky above a large immortal ship, looking towards the border between the Central Domain and the Southern Wasteland.

Not long after.

The sky in the direction of the Southern Wasteland suddenly flickered.

Then, darkness occupied that airspace.

In Su Ping's mind, a terrifying and strange scene appeared.

The Immortal Cultivation World was like a boiled egg.

At this moment, the eggshell had already cracked and fallen off, revealing only a thin membrane.

And at this moment, the tip of this cooked egg seemed to have been bitten by a greedy child.

The tip of the egg disappeared in an instant, revealing a crescent-shaped cut.

This cut appeared before Su Ping's eyes.

It also appeared before the eyes of all the intelligent beings in the Immortal Cultivation World.

However, this terrifying cut only lasted for a few seconds.

The remaining earth veins of the Immortal Cultivation World began to emit light.

The cut was covered in an instant by the light.

Immediately, the normal starry sky covered the scene of the cut.

Even from Su Ping's perspective, the Southern Wasteland and the land between the Southern Wasteland and the Central Domain that had been consumed...

Also reappeared as the light dissipated.

But Su Ping knew that all of this in front of him, just like the starry sky, was just a false disguise.

It was the Immortal Cultivation World making its final effort to protect the last remaining life in this world from being quickly influenced by the evil divine power from the outside.

"What was that just now?"

"An illusion? Such a large-scale illusion?"

"It's not an illusion! It's the Southern Wasteland, the Southern Wasteland of my generation... it's gone!"

"Wuwuwu!"

Many cultivators were overwhelmed with grief, kneeling on the deck or venting their emotions in the cabin.

One only realizes how much they care about their homeland when they lose it.

Not to mention the countless friends and relatives who have died during this difficult period.

"..."

"Hmm?"

Su Ping suddenly saw the Immortal Ship of the Qixin Sect appearing not far away.

The other party obviously noticed the abnormality here, but after seeing the scale of the Immortal Ship and the black Flood Dragon, Aoli, hovering in the sky above.

The other party kept a cautious distance and then politely transmitted a message.

After learning that they had escaped from the Southern Wasteland as a team, they were first shocked and then greatly admired.

Finally, after a friendly conversation, it was learned that this fleet had no intention of seizing the spiritual vein areas in the inland.

The Immortal Ship of the Qixin Sect showed goodwill and presented many gifts.

It seemed fine, but in fact, Su Ping was no longer too afraid of the other party's mentality.

The Blood God had already absorbed the memory fragments of the unfortunate elder from the other party.

He knew the true and false of the Qixin Sect now.

And from the process where the previous Sect Leader attempted to control the Blood God but was instead met with backlash.

The high-level combat power of the other party probably hasn't recovered yet.

If we don't consider the boost from formations and Spiritual Treasures.

Su Ping even doubted whether the entire sect combined would be enough to fight against his Aoli.

Su Ping returned with the fleet to the overseas islands.

That day.

The hundreds of thousands of mortals living and working on the large islands overseas saw for the first time the Immortal Ship of Shrouding the Heavens covering the sunlight in the sky, casting a terrifying shadow over their homes.

The knowledgeable deacons managing the islands were kneeling down in unison after seeing the black Flood Dragon leaping down from the fleet.

They didn't even wait for the release of the dragon's might.

These cultivators, at most in the early stage of Qi Refining, all kneeled down.

The Immortal Ship fleet, the Gold Core Flood Dragon!

And the mysterious figure shrouded in blood shadow, who stood high above them, looking down on them while standing on the head of the Flood Dragon.

Not to mention that the people on these overseas islands are all mortals.

Even those cultivation sects, there are probably not many that can withstand such a lineup, right?

Almost everyone, after seeing the true owner of this place, Baihe the Perfected Being, leading the crowd to submit.

No one doubted that this was just an act.

Instead, they felt that this was normal, reasonable, and logical behavior.

After all, a mere Foundation Building cultivator, even if their combat ability is slightly stronger.

Faced with such a lineup, what use could they have?

It was only natural for them to smoothly take over their own foundation.

Su Ping let the Southern Wasteland fleet temporarily rest and recuperate in this relatively safe area.

Although the Spiritual Qi here is thin.

But it is safe, and there are no evil spirits lurking around.

Cultivators can use Spirit Stones and Medicine Pills to quickly recover from the various hidden injuries they have suffered during this period.

Su Ping, on the other hand, focused on the cultivation of the Blood Mysterious Realm.

He was well aware that the Immortal Cultivation World had no pure land, so he began to try to use the portable characteristics of the Blood Mysterious Realm.

He attempted to turn it into his own portable base, making it convenient for others to enter and exit.

Su Ping gradually moved the mountain peaks into the Blood Mysterious Realm, imitating the Cloud Immortal Realm.

He created floating mountain peaks above the sea of blood.

Then, through the formations between the mountain peaks, a large-scale barrier was formed.

This ensured that when the barrier was filled with Spiritual Qi, it would not leak out quickly.

As for the divine power in the Blood Mysterious Realm, Su Ping could control the Blood God's body to actively avoid disturbing this pure land.

This was a huge project.

Fortunately, Su Ping didn't have to do it alone.

After informing the people below of his backup plan.

Those who experienced the Southern Wasteland incident all gave their strong support. The majority of Foundation Building cultivators and Qi Refining cultivators with formation experience were recruited into the Blood Mysterious Realm to carry out the tedious and massive transformation of the relocated mountain peaks.

With workers working hard for him.

Su Ping also had some free time.

So he quickly went to various fishing spots to clear the accumulated fishing opportunities.

(End of this chapter)