I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2542 - 1146: Harvest (Part 2)

Using the amplified output of his Superior Grade Rank-5 Fire Spirit Robe, Chen Mobai projected a Void Illusion, successfully tricking the Old Jiaolong into believing that a relentless deluge of magma was surging directly toward it.

Yet, the Old Jiaolong possessed teeth of terrifying sharpness—the most formidable weapon on its monstrous frame—which had already claimed the lives of several Fifth Rank True Spirits and even a Deity Transformation True Monarch.

Even as its hide suffered melting burns from the searing Innate Sun True Fire, the beast’s lethal fangs tore through the spectral image of the Three-headed Golden Flame Manticore, pulverizing the golden fireball within.

Chen Mobai watched with unfaltering composure as those jagged fangs descended toward his skull. With a casual flick of his finger, he unleashed his sword intent.

Clang!

A resplendent blade, crackling with violet radiance, erupted from his sleeve and wedged itself firmly between the rows of ivory, dagger-like teeth.

It was the Purple Lightning Sword.

Having been tempered with Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Metal over many cycles, its presence had grown profound and lethal, reaching the peak of the Fifth Rank.

Aside from the Primordial Bell and the Primordial Yang Sword, this was Chen Mobai’s elite Magic Artifact.

Though it had remained sidelined during the clash against the Sea Suppressing Pearl, it served as the perfect tool to conclude this hunt.

With its maw pried open by the wedged sword, the Old Jiaolong was rendered unable to snap its jaws shut. Chen Mobai flicked his finger once more, causing the Primordial Yang Sword anchored in the beast’s skull to flare with golden brilliance, cleaving the creature cleanly from head to tail.

Blood rained down as the carcass tumbled into two pieces, lying motionless like severed timber.

A massive surge of Water Element Energy rippled outward, causing the surrounding Law Domain to shudder.

Chen Mobai gazed into the lifeless, glazed eyes of the Old Jiaolong and reached out to seize a dragon gallbladder the size of a human head, pulsing with a five-colored luminescence.

To most cultivators of the East Continent, this organ held far less significance than the inner core or essence blood. But for Chen Mobai, it was his most desired prize.

He had even toyed with the notion of keeping the creature alive to harvest its gall repeatedly, had its immense power not made it too dangerous to leave breathing.

After harvesting the gallbladder, inner core, and choice materials, Chen Mobai channeled his Divine Sense. The dark red blood pooling below began to rise like a rushing tide, condensing into a orb of liquid crimson within his palm.

Utilizing the authority of his Law Domain to refine the fluid, he swiftly distilled the mixture until every drop of dragon blood fused into a single, dark red crystal.

Since the essence blood and common blood were intermingled, he saw no reason to waste effort separating them further.

Just as he prepared to stow the crystal away, a thought occurred to him. With a flick of his palm, he unsheathed his Blade of the Void, the silver light splitting the crystal into two distinct portions.

Felling the Old Jiaolong had been a collaborative effort; the Dustless True Monarch and various East Continent Deity Transformations had kept the beast tethered, granting Chen Mobai the breathing room to bolster the Primordial Bell and manifest his Law Domain. It was only right to share the spoils.

The essence blood would be their greatest reward, potentially enabling the refinement of Communicating Holy Spirit Pills. If successful, his brother Ye Qing would surely be a beneficiary.

With this, he kept one half for Qing Nu—to assist in future alchemy—and set the other aside for the Eastern Continent Holy Lands.

Turning his focus to the battle's unsung hero, Chen Mobai dissolved into a silver flash, teleporting before the Primordial Bell.

The bell’s Artifact Spirit lay prone against its ivory-white frame, visibly drained from its ordeal suppressing the self-destructing Sea Suppressing Pearl. It greeted him with a feeble, weary voice.

Chen Mobai immediately summoned the Azure Bird Dharma Aspect from the Five Elements Spirit Tree, drenching the weapon in the restorative light of the Pure Yang Great Dao until the Spirit began to stir with renewed life.

[Gratitude, Monarch!]

As the chime echoed with renewed strength, the Primordial Bell rose and spat out a dull, azure-hued Treasure Bead.

Chen Mobai was stunned. He had never expected to retrieve it, but the Bell’s resilience—neutralizing the explosion of a relic that countered all Five Elements—was nothing short of legendary.

He quickly invoked "The Union of Differences." Because the bead’s core spirit had been largely shattered during the blast, his conquest was effortless.

The outcome, however, carried a bittersweet note. The Sea Suppressing Pearl, formerly Sixth Rank Peak, had its spiritual essence depleted and its origin power reduced to barely seventy percent.

Even at full restoration, it would likely stabilize as a Sixth Rank Superior Grade artifact.

[Monarch, I managed to absorb thirty percent of its output...] the restored Primordial Bell chimed, sounding somewhat sheepish.

Chen Mobai peered into the bell’s interior, finding a massive pocket of Water Essence swirling within—a volume roughly equivalent to seven or eight Shenxi. The Artifact Spirit had effectively repurposed the exploded remains of the Pearl to mend its own wounds.

This was fortuitous; the Primordial Bell could assimilate Five Elements Essence for growth, and this infusion would likely push it to the Sixth Rank Peak.

"Once you refine this," Chen Mobai commanded, "if you require more, I will feed you the rest of the Pearl’s origin power."

To Chen Mobai, the Primordial Bell was his ultimate trump card. If it could evolve into a Seventh Rank Primordial Golden Dou, even the descendents of Ascended Monks would pose no threat.

The crippled Sea Suppressing Pearl still held minor influence over the Mysterious Sea, but it was useless without the Royal Court’s bloodline and a ritual within the Sea Eye. This was a project for another day.

Leaving the Dragon Palace protected by its natural formation for now, Chen Mobai pondered, [Once Qing Nu achieves Deity Transformation, we shall return.]

Recalling his secondary plan, he realized the Sea-settling Sword could benefit from the Pearl’s residue. With a flick of his sleeve, the artifact emerged, vibrating in anticipation.

The Sword Spirit manifested, greedily drawing upon the Water Essential Energy. Chen Mobai even mused that Qing Nu’s own Sea-settling Pearl might be upgraded by consuming the debris of the Royal Court’s treasure.

However, the Fifth Rank sword soon began to radiate an azure, unstable hum, clearly suffering from overzealous absorption.

Chen Mobai promptly retracted the blades into his sleeves, hefted the gargantuan remains of the Old Jiaolong, and ascended from the Law Domain.

Miles away, deep in the Mysterious Sea, a young Flood Dragon who had been mobilizing troops to hunt for its predecessor felt a chill run down its spine, casting a trembling gaze toward the surface.

There, riding the corpse of the ancient beast as if it were a celestial mount, Chen Mobai stepped out from the Void, a figure as untouchable as an immortal.