Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 927: The Truth

Boom!

A deafening blast echoed.

With just one swing of his sword, Ye Yun utterly shattered the Three Fires Qiankun Great Formation that the Three Fire God Cult had labored over for countless years to establish.

Shattered from within and without.

Puff, puff...

All the Three Fire God Cult disciples tasked with managing the formation spewed blood and collapsed unconscious.

"You... how could this be?"

The Demonic Flame Sect Master stared at Ye Yun in utter shock, a bone-chilling cold gripping him as though he had fallen into frozen Hell.

"Come here!"

Ye Yun extended his hand through the air, yanking the Demonic Flame Sect Master right in front of him.

The Demonic Flame Sect Master’s complexion turned deathly pale.

He understood his end was near.

"Anyway, I won’t last much longer, so do as you please!"

The Demonic Flame Sect Master shut his eyes and uttered despairingly.

"Kill him!"

Emperor Jiuying soared over, glaring furiously at the Demonic Flame Sect Master.

"No hurry, I’m quite curious about why he perishes right after reaching the Divine King Realm..."

Ye Yun shook his head.

At these words, the Demonic Flame Sect Master abruptly opened his eyes and declared firmly: "I won’t say a word."

Ye Yun gave a faint smile: "I know you crave life, so I’ll offer you a shot at survival..."

With that said.

Whoosh! Ye Yun snapped his fingers, sending a green gleam straight into the Demonic Flame Sect Master’s mouth.

A rush of vital energy poured into his frame.

The Demonic Flame Sect Master felt renewed vigor surge through him.

What divine elixir was this?

It wielded such astonishing powers of revival and rejuvenation.

Regrettably, only a tiny amount had been given.

"See, doesn’t this surpass the gains from your dual cultivation?"

Ye Yun stretched out his palm, revealing a tiny vial pointed at the Demonic Flame Sect Master, grinning as he remarked.

The vial brimmed with swirling green radiance, hinting at vast reserves of that divine medicine, causing the Demonic Flame Sect Master’s breaths to quicken and his eyes to blaze with desire.

Deep down, he refused to die.

That’s why he had gone to extremes to acquire Emperor Jiuying.

"I’ll reveal the truth. It’s not a big deal, but I’ll share it only with you alone—make Emperor Jiuying depart..."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master pondered briefly before proposing.

Noticing this little dragon had finally yielded, Ye Yun smirked lightly and signaled to Emperor Jiuying.

"Fine, I’ll go!"

Emperor Jiuying got the hint and swiftly turned, vanishing from sight.

In the empty void.

Just Ye Yun and the Demonic Flame Sect Master lingered.

Ye Yun waved his hand, erecting a protective barrier around them both.

"Speak now—I won’t breathe a word to others."

Ye Yun murmured gently.

"Very well!"

The Demonic Flame Sect Master nodded vigorously and began, "My original form is the Lotus Demon Dragon, and our clan bears a slave mark. Upon breaking through to the Divine King Realm, it activates, draining our vitality and dooming us to death within a year!"

"Slave mark?"

Ye Yun furrowed his brow upon hearing the Demonic Flame Sect Master.

"Correct, our Pure Lotus Demon Dragon Clan hails from the Forbidden Zone of the Hidden Dragon.

Being of the Dragon Clan, the Divine Land spirits harbored no trust in us, implanting a deeply intricate slave mark within our bodies. It lies dormant normally, but triggers fully upon reaching the Divine King Realm, annihilating us..."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master spoke with raw bitterness etched on his face.

"I understand, so why pursue Emperor Jiuying as a Dao companion?"

Ye Yun inquired.

"Emperor Jiuying descends from the ancient Di Family of the Jiu Ying Clan, boasting nine heads and boundless vitality. By binding her as a Dao companion and engaging in dual cultivation, I could draw infinite life force, extending my lifespan by over a hundred thousand years at least!"

The Demonic Flame Sect Master explained.

Ye Yun nodded thoughtfully, replying evenly: "No wonder you were so obsessed with forming a Dao bond with Emperor Jiuying..."

"I had no choice—I yearn to live as well."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master gave a wry smile.

"Are you truly the last remaining member of the Pure Lotus Demon Dragon Clan?"

Ye Yun questioned.

"You could say so."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master murmured lowly, his expression laced with loneliness.

"What do you mean by that?"

Ye Yun’s eyes sharpened.

The Demonic Flame Sect Master eyed the vial clutched in Ye Yun’s grasp, his gaze burning with intense longing.

His grave wounds still throbbed with agony.

The single drop of Water of Life from Ye Yun had merely teased him with its wondrous essence.

Yet his injuries lingered unhealed.

"Open wide!"

Ye Yun chuckled, reading the mind of the fellow before him.

A torrent of green light streamed forth like a flowing river.

Gulp, gulp...

The Demonic Flame Sect Master gaped his jaws, ravenously gulping down the verdant Water of Life.

The immense life energy integrated into him, swiftly mending his body and restoring his battered form at breakneck speed.

Ye Yun watched patiently.

After roughly twenty breaths, the Demonic Flame Sect Master stood before Ye Yun, radiant and full of vigor.

Every injury on him had vanished.

"Long Yunzi, just who are you? How do you possess such wondrous elixirs?"

Gazing at Ye Yun, the Demonic Flame Sect Master let out a profound sigh.

At this point, he was completely persuaded.

This sword cultivator might lack a lofty realm, yet his sword arts reached horrifying heights.

Healed as he was, he wouldn’t dare entertain any rebellious notions.

He realized that the instant he twitched a muscle, that dread sword gleam would pierce his heart.

In truth.

Should the other wish him dead, a single sword stroke would bisect him.

Even if given the opportunity to strike first, he couldn’t rival the sword light’s velocity, which outpaced even Heavenly Tribulation.

"I’m pleased you’ve mended..."

Ye Yun remarked with a subtle smile, sidestepping the Demonic Flame Sect Master’s query as he pocketed the vial.

"Now, talk!"

Ye Yun’s stare intensified, commanding.

He too burned with curiosity over the surviving numbers of Pure Lotus Demon Dragons.

"Currently, across the Divine Land’s surface, I’m the sole Pure Lotus Demon Dragon, while my clansmen dwell in a hidden realm..."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master sighed deeply.

"Where exactly? No riddles—speak plainly!"

Ye Yun’s tone chilled abruptly.

The Demonic Flame Sect Master trembled, casting a terrified glance at the sword, gulping before pressing on: "Truth is, my entire clan resides in the Underworld Burial Pit!"

Underworld Burial Pit?

Ye Yun rifled through his mind’s recollections yet discovered nothing.

"What sort of place is it?"

Ye Yun probed, brow creased.

"In the Ancient Era, endless battles raged between Gods and Dragon Clans, with most fallen from both sides interred in the Underworld Burial Pit. Our Pure Lotus Demon Dragon Clan toils there, purifying those corpses..."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master intoned gravely.

"When did this begin? Who commanded it?"

Ye Yun’s face hardened.

"It stemmed from some lord of the Divine Land, details faded by time, but post the Dragon Clan’s fall in Ancient Times, our Pure Lotus Demon Dragon Clan arrived on the Divine Land, basing near the Underworld Burial Pit, laboring ceaselessly to cleanse those remains for millions of years..."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master clarified.

"Why do they purify there while you roam free?"

Ye Yun demanded, frowning.

"Maybe out of rare compassion?

As the corpses dwindled in number, lately they withheld resources, so they released me to fend for myself..."

The Demonic Flame Sect Master replied with a wry grin.

"Who are ’they’?"

Ye Yun pressed icily.

"We never learned that lord’s identity. Yet over millions of years, at least half our Pure Lotus Demon Dragon Clan’s eggs were seized by that Dragon Raiser!"

The Demonic Flame Sect Master declared, fists balled tight.

His tone brimmed with profound resentment.

Dragon Raiser?

Ye Yun’s eyes iced over, keen as a razor’s edge.