Chapitre 140: Chapter 139: Strange Situation
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed. Every day, Wei Yang wandered around the swamp, searching in hopes of finding a trace of the Netherworld Poison Flame. Unfortunately, he found nothing. Meanwhile, Xian'er's breakthrough was gradually nearing its end, and she would likely succeed in stepping into the Dou Huang level in the coming days.
On this day, Wei Yang set out again, leaving their temporary cave abode to venture deeper into the Poison Swamp. With Qing Lin and the two fifth-tier magical beasts guarding Xian'er, he could confidently leave to search for the Poison Flame.
"With a few days left before Xian'er succeeds, I'll go out to look again. Hopefully, I can find some trace of it as a gift to celebrate her stepping into the Dou Huang level." With a flap of his black wings, Wei Yang swiftly flew forward, lightly joking to himself.
By midday, Wei Yang had entered the depths of the Poison Swamp, where the poisonous miasma was incredibly dense, resembling the thick fog after a mountain rain. Along the way, his body emitted a continuous hissing sound as the gray, foul-smelling smoke rose, surrounding him.
Hmm?
Above a small valley, Wei Yang suddenly halted, gazing below with a serious expression. In the valley, on a black and slightly purple land, which was barren, lay a gigantic creature over thirty meters long, absorbing the surrounding poison gas. Judging by the terrifying aura it emanated, it was a seventh-tier magical beast!
Wei Yang's body trembled, and his expression turned grave, his muscles tensing. A seventh-tier magical beast was comparable to a human Dou Zong-level expert. Encountering such a creature in the depths of the Poison Swamp was troublesome.
Inwardly cursing his lack of caution, Wei Yang was puzzled as to how, with his strong soul perception, he hadn't detected the beast earlier, leading to his unfortunate entry into its territory. Trapped in a dangerous situation, he concluded this matter might not end peacefully.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, allowing him no time to think deeply as he slowly retreated. Inside, his Dou Qi was rapidly mobilized, and the Black Sun Burning Heaven Flame within his dantian was secretly gathering strength. Wei Yang was ready to put his life on the line for a single strike and then flee.
Strangely, however, the seventh-tier magical beast remained coiled there, seemingly indifferent to Wei Yang's intrusion, not even lifting an eyelid. Thus, Wei Yang successfully exited the valley's range without any reaction from the beast. Breathing a sigh of relief, Wei Yang wasted no time in turning and swiftly leaving. It wasn't until he stood atop a distant tall tree that he slowly turned back, gazing suspiciously toward the valley.
"Strange..." Wei Yang murmured. Magical beasts had a very strong territorial awareness, usually attacking any intruder into their territory as an enemy. Yet this seventh-tier magical beast was remarkably strange, ignoring Wei Yang and easily letting him go.
"Judging by its size and aura, it's definitely a seventh-tier magical beast," Wei Yang mused, recalling the scene he had seen earlier. It was a thirty-meter-long creature covered in black-purple scales, with a three-foot-long single horn on its forehead pointing skyward...
Such an appearance was unmistakably the notorious One-Horned Purple-scaled Python of the Netherworld Poison Marsh. Legend had it that the One-Horned Purple-scaled Python, with its naturally powerful bloodline, could grow into a mythical eighth-tier magical beast given enough opportunities. When they first arrived at the Yunlan Empire, Wei Yang had naturally sought and purchased detailed information about the Netherworld Swamp. Thus, he was somewhat familiar with the renowned One-Horned Purple-scaled Python within the swamp.
Upon first sight, Wei Yang had been chilled to the core, instinctively knowing trouble was afoot, even preparing to fight desperately. Yet, ultimately, he left successfully, as the beast simply ignored him.
Standing atop a giant tree, Wei Yang touched his chin, contemplating, feeling something was off. If only Qing Lin were here and stronger, it would be much easier. Qing Lin was adept at dealing with serpentine magical beasts. However, Qing Lin's current strength was too low, only at the peak of Dou Shi. Even with the formidable Green Snake Three-Flower Pupils, she probably couldn't easily subdue a seventh-tier magical beast, right?
"Hmm, wait! Something's off with its aura. Although it seemed powerful, I didn't feel any threat or danger before, did I?" Wei Yang's eyes suddenly widened.
Exactly, given his strong soul perception, how could he have missed a seventh-tier magical beast while scanning the area? If it was a normal seventh-tier beast, he would have sensed its aura from afar and chosen to avoid it. Should I go back and have another look? Wei Yang pondered, feeling hesitant.
Finally, he gritted his teeth. "I'll go back and check!" The strangeness gnawed at his curiosity, and he couldn't resist going back to see.
With quick movements, he silently approached the small valley once more.
...
At the edge of the valley, Wei Yang carefully crawled on the ground, releasing his soul perception quietly to probe into the valley's interior. Quickly, he 'saw' the massive seventh-tier magical beast again and got a clear 'look' at its form. Before, in his panic and haste to escape, he hadn't had the chance to consider much. Now, he observed it clearly.
Indeed, it was undoubtedly a seventh-tier One-Horned Purple-scaled Python. From its body, Wei Yang could sense the potent aura. Yet, weirdly, it was coiled there, silently absorbing the toxic mist, its eyes lifeless, pupils unfocused, appearing dazed and in a state of trance.
Such an expression Wei Yang was quite familiar with. It was akin to how Qing Lin subdued contract serpentine magical beasts, leaving them in a state of stupor, as if they had lost their self, existing in an unconscious state.
"What's going on?" Wei Yang was bewildered. His soul perception meticulously scanned every inch of the valley and its surroundings but found no abnormalities. Within a few kilometers, apart from Wei Yang and the One-Horned Purple-scaled Python inside the valley, no other living entities were present. After scanning the surroundings again to confirm no abnormalities, Wei Yang rose to his feet and walked cautiously into the valley.
As he closed in, Wei Yang felt that peculiar sensation more intensely. Eventually, he stopped several tens of meters away from the One-Horned Purple-scaled Python. Gazing into its black-purple eyes, which were unfocused and devoid of any radiance, akin to lost souls, he closely assessed the abundant life force within its body, clearly not in a state of death.
Such an eerie sight sent shivers down Wei Yang's spine. A magical beast seemingly struggling into mid-tier seven, as if something had forcefully taken away its soul, now existing in a bizarre state between life and death.
...
Wei Yang stepped back slightly, then flicked his finger lightly. Swoosh! A black, scorching spiral energy shot out swiftly, striking the One-Horned Purple-scaled Python's forehead. Thud! A faint muffled sound echoed as the energy burst forth. With just a casual flick, it left a tiny crack on one of its forehead scales.
"This!" Wei Yang was astonished. Was breaking through its defense this simple? It seemed that the creature's body couldn't even instinctively defend itself anymore.
Boom! Suddenly, a surging green flame erupted from the One-Horned Purple-scaled Python's body, expanding rapidly in the wind.
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