I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2541 - 1146: Harvest

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Locked in a desperate battle within his own Law Domain, Chen Mobai forces the powerful old Flood Dragon into a corner. As the creature attempts to detonate its Sea Suppressing Bead to force an escape, Chen Mobai utilizes advanced techniques and the Primordial Clock to neutralize the threat. By weaving complex illusions and exploiting the environment, Chen Mobai systematically breaks down the dragon's defenses. The confrontation culminates in a decisive strike that leaves the ancient beast pinned, marking the final stage of their lethal encounter.

With a thunderous crash, the ancient flood dragon collapsed onto the terrain of the Law Domain.

As the agony became unbearable, the beast thrashed about, setting the Law Domain into a continuous, violent tremor. However, its struggles proved futile since its skull was firmly skewered by the Primordial Yang Sword.

Blood flowed freely, staining the earth in a deep, crimson hue.

Chen Mobai hovered before the dying flood dragon, observing as its immense and majestic vitality began to fade away.

"I warned you; today, you shall meet your end."

Upon hearing this decree, the old flood dragon attempted to raise its head, only for the effort to cause the Primordial Yang Sword to tear further through its flesh. Even so, the creature's senses began to dull, providing a fleeting numbness to its suffering.

The old flood dragon understood that these signs heralded its approaching final breath.

It tried to open its jaw to expel and detonate its inner core, yet the organ refused to respond to its command.

In fact, its entire internal system seemed to have slipped from its control during these final moments.

Vibrant streams of five-colored luminescence bled through the fissures within the dragon’s scales.

This was the Great Five Elements Extinguishing Divine Light Beam. The moment the void lock had immobilized the beast, Chen Mobai had bypassed the Primordial Yang Sword to drive this technique into every critical point of its body, effectively neutralizing any chance of a self-destructive explosion.

For Chen Mobai, the prospect of acquiring this True Spirit Body was a far greater victory than the simple act of slaying the beast.

Its essence blood was perfect for brewing a Communicating Holy Spirit Pill, the inner core would prove immense for Qing Nu, and as an Artifact Refiner, he could easily forge several Fifth Rank Artifacts from its sturdy tendon and plated armor.

Most vital of all to Chen Mobai, however, remained the dragon gall.

Throughout the ages, the beast must have nurtured it with great care.

He had previously provided two dragon gall extracts to Qing Nu. With the Five Elements Sect currently spearheading the Eastern Continent Righteous Dao in the East Barbarians, and following the support of the Three Great Sacred Lands, he had only just secured enough when visiting Mount Wudi to empower the Primordial Clock.

Given the Fifth Rank Peak quality of this dragon gall, the resulting Ascension Dragon Gall Pill would reach, at minimum, the Fifth Rank Superior Grade. This presented a monumental challenge for Qing Nu.

Although her alchemical aptitude was brilliant, she had never ventured into refining elixirs of such high caliber.

Fortunately, Chen Mobai had consulted Yuan Xu, who skillfully adapted the ancient medicinal process found in the Dao Fruit to match the Immortal Gate’s alchemy methods using the Guidance Book.

Equipped with Yuan Xu’s simplified materials and refined techniques, and aided by Chen Mobai using his Second Primeval Spirit to control the Stat Fire, they had successfully produced a batch of the Ascension Dragon Gall Pill.

Seven pills were birthed, though they contained a slightly high concentration of Dan Poison—an issue Chen Mobai was unbothered by.

Because the primary ingredient had been fragmented, the Elemental Energy was initially incomplete and required a period of ripening.

Calculating the duration, now was the perfect moment to retrieve them.

"Within the Spiritual Void Immortal Realm, my lineage counts seven ascended ancestors. If you execute me, you shall be cursed forever. Should you ascend, you will surely perish!"

Though the sword in its skull prevented it from opening its mouth, the old flood dragon poured its remaining Divine Sense into a final warning directed at Chen Mobai.

"Even better. When I ascend, I shall eradicate your entire Mysterious Flood Dragon Clan, so you may be reunited in the Netherworld."

Chen Mobai never faltered in a war of words; he met the beast's final desperate threat with cold eyes and complete indifference.

"I can offer to sever the mark. Will you spare my descendants?"

Chen Mobai had not anticipated that the dragon’s earlier outburst would pivot into a plea for mercy.

It was evident that without its protection, the younger flood dragon—while a Fifth Rank True Spirit—was no match for Chen Mobai. Even with the Sea Eye formation, the younger creature could do little more than hide within the Dragon Palace.

While only blood relatives occupied the Palace, the dragon had over a thousand descendants scattered throughout the Mysterious Sea and beyond.

These progeny, emboldened by their ancestor’s might, lived lives of lawlessness that had long incited the wrath of humanity. Should Chen Mobai remain vengeful after this kill, he would likely hunt down every last one of those scattered descendants.

The beast hoped to secure a future for them.

Never did Chen Mobai imagine the proud flood dragon would address such matters on its deathbed.

He simply shook his head as a refusal.

His battle today against the beast above the Mysterious Sea was witnessed by many; the news of its death could not be suppressed.

Furthermore, regardless of the influence of the Ascending True Dragons of the Mysterious Flood Dragon Royal Court, he held his own standing within the Upper Realm.

Besides, who said his fate was to ascend?

"Any final words?" Chen Mobai asked, touched by a rare spark of sentiment.

The old flood dragon’s golden pupils burned with a mixture of unprecedented rage and bitter reluctance.

With a roar, it defied the sword pinning its head, allowing the blade to carve deeper through its brain as it lunged forward with open jaws to snap at Chen Mobai.

With a loud thud, wisps of golden flame erupted around Chen Mobai, manifesting as a three-headed Golden Flame Manticore that encased him within a blinding sphere of light.

As the beast clamped its teeth down, it felt as though it had bitten into molten lava; its flesh began to blister and emit the acrid scent of burning meat.

The overwhelming heat immediately reminded the dragon of the magma energy it had once detected from the void rifts.