Chapter 811 - 505: A Dragon at Age 1 Is Like a Human at Age 100_2

Chapter 811: Chapter 505: A Dragon at Age 1 Is Like a Human at Age 100_2

[Your Dragon Race affinity has greatly increased]

"Dragon Race..."

Zhao Fu slowly let out a long, turbid breath.

He emptied all the surplus emotions of this lifetime.

"The protection at birth keeps getting stronger."

"If possible, it’d be best if I could step onto the cultivation path in every life from now on."

"The time I’ve already spent in reincarnation..."

"Five thousand three hundred and twenty-one years."

The time it took for a Golden Core Master of Cyan Cloud Immortal Mountain to step from the Celestial Essence Realm to between Heaven and Man was three thousand six hundred years.

Counting the other periods, the total time had unknowingly reached more than five thousand three hundred years.

[Thirty-first Life]

[You have obtained the talent: Wind Spirit Root (3500)]

In his thirty-first life he had only a single Wind Spirit Root.

But he successfully descended into the Star Sea, becoming a Cultivator in the Northern Domain.

Zhao Fu cultivated for one hundred and fifty years, and successfully stepped into True Master.

Zhao Fu obtained sufficient resources and cultivated the Divine Dragon Transformation to the second transformation.

Relying solely on the second transformation of the Divine Dragon Transformation and his Wind Spirit Root.

Zhao Fu became the Sect Leader Master of Heavenly Rain Immortal Mountain at the age of five hundred.

It seemed that because of the Divine Dragon Transformation.

The Human Race had developed many Secret Techniques.

The existence of these Secret Techniques could greatly increase a Cultivator’s lifespan.

Especially those who cultivated the Divine Dragon Transformation.

Another two hundred years passed.

Only then did Zhao Fu barely sense the great limit between life and death.

"Indeed, lifespan should be the first problem to solve."

"With lifespan increased, everyone can gain an extra ten to thirty percent of time for research."

"Master?"

Zhao Fu came back to his senses.

Standing before him was a steady, composed child.

The child quietly gazed at Zhao Fu.

"Alchemy Dao... what exactly is it."

The child was named Li Yu, a child whom Zhao Fu had rescued from the Demon Country.

His talent in pills was astonishing.

Zhao Fu had lived so many years that he could basically be considered an all-rounder.

Not to mention that at the very beginning, he had cultivated for quite some time within a Human Clan under the Witch Race.

Not to speak of the primitive Alchemy Methods, at the very least Zhao Fu knew the medicinal properties of a great number of herbs like the back of his hand.

"What is called Alchemy Dao is to mix different medicinal natures, and then use special refining methods to catalyze them."

"Two Spirit Grasses that originally have absolutely nothing to do with each other may perhaps create an incomparably astonishing Spirit Pill."

Li Yu’s eyes lit up.

Disciples like Li Yu, Zhao Fu had seen far too many.

Those of this life.

Those of the previous several lives.

Only a scant few names could be recorded in the historical records of the Immortal Mountain.

And the names that could be remembered forever by the Star Sea were almost none.

Yet the entire history of the Star Sea was created by disciples like these, one after another.

Zhao Fu, in his thirty-first life.

The twenty-eighth-generation Sect Leader Master of Heavenly Rain Immortal Mountain, Master Fengyu, passed away seated at the age of seven hundred and twelve.

[Thirty-second Life]

[You have obtained the talents: Giant God Power (3666) Frenzy Battle Body (1666) Witch Blood (Random) (500)]

Giant God Power: You are born with Divine Power, and this Divine Power is enough to make others believe you are innately sacred.

Frenzy Battle Body: You will possess a special constitution; after you are injured, all your Attributes will receive a massive increase, and correspondingly, your rationality will continuously diminish.

Witch Blood: You will possess a relatively pure Witch Race bloodline; at the very least you will not be treated as cannon fodder by Pure-blooded Witches.

The thirty-second life.

Zhao Fu became a Half-Witch.

Just a Half-Witch with a relatively pure bloodline.

Zhao Fu displayed Divine Power from the moment he was born.

His Divine Power surged.

Zhao Fu’s bloodline was likewise pure.

He was quickly selected to be trained as an elite Witch Race guard.

Zhao Fu stepped onto the battlefield very quickly, at the age of three hundred.

He was responsible for guarding a Celestial Pride of the Witch Race.

......

"Boom——————"

"Boom——————"

On the battlefield.

The rumbling never ceased.

It was flesh colliding against flesh.

Powerful Demon Cultivators were forced to revert to their true bodies.

They almost abandoned their Demon Skills, relying on their powerful bodies to confront their opponents.

And the opponents likewise used their bodies to launch counterattacks at every opportunity.

Because their opponents were one of the two main protagonists between Heaven and Earth.

The Witch Race!

The war had already been going on for one thousand three hundred years.

Ever since the Witch Race took the initiative to strike, the Witch Race and the Demon Race had officially begun their war.

Only, the high-end combatants were all suppressing themselves considerably.

Those fighting below were only the newly grown clansmen.

But this kind of battlefield had likewise become a place for the Celestial Prides to make their names known.

"Die!"

"I am of the ninth tribe, third sequence, under the Ju Mang Tribe—who dares fight me!"

A Witch Race youth laughed wildly.

He stepped on a ferocious tiger, tore apart a giant serpent with his right hand, and grabbed a swooping raptor from the sky with his left.

The Qi-Blood in his body surged violently, and all around him was a mist of blood.

Fresh Demon Blood was transformed by him into his own tattoos.

These temporary tattoos were formed from one terrified Demon Soul after another.

This represented the dazzling battle achievements of a Witch Race warrior, one after another.

"Die!"

The young man charged forward.

Black light flickered over his body.

All the Demon Skills that landed on him turned into nothingness.

He smashed out a punch with all his might.

It pierced through flesh and blood.

One savage demon beast after another, which had revealed their true bodies, was brutally punched through the flesh.

He, too, was bearing injuries.

Only, a green radiance flickered over his body, and those so-called wounds quickly disappeared without a trace.

This was the Witch Race’s way of battle.

The Witch Race shattered their Primordial Spirit and fused it into their flesh.

They relied on a single body of flesh to be invincible wherever they went.

Witch Power possessed extremely strong exclusivity.

This nature manifested in the body as Magic Resistance.

Thus, Demon Skills did not deal much damage to a Witch Race member who had achieved success in cultivation.

Likewise, because of Witch Power’s exclusivity.

Witch Power was very difficult to diversify.

The Witch Race mostly used the body as a medium to display Witch Race Divine Techniques.

They could also summon lightning, water, and fire.

Only, most of these Natural Powers circled around their bodies.

Just like now.

The Ju Mang Tribe’s Wood Recovery flickered continuously over his body.

Allowing him to have enough stamina to slaughter vast numbers of the Demon Race.

The soil on the ground had already been soaked loose by blood.

This blood contained Demon Blood, and also Witch Blood.

It was imaginable that after the war, this land would become incomparably fertile.

The Witch Race had their Celestial Prides.

The Demon Race naturally had theirs as well.

"Ju Mang Department brat, let my Vermilion Bird clan test you!"

A sharp bird cry rang out.

A streak of firelight fell from the heavens.

The Witch Race youth refused to show weakness; Witch Power mixed with Qi-Blood on his body as he shot straight upward.

He crashed fiercely into that Vermilion Bird Celestial Pride in a vicious brawl.

Firelight and green light flashed.

The area around where the two fought became a vacuum zone.

Whether Demon Race or Witch Race, none dared step into this place.

Fire could burn wood.

Very quickly, the Vermilion Bird seized the upper hand.

Yet at a certain moment.

The Witch Race youth smashed out a vicious punch.

A gleam flashed in his eyes.

The Vermilion Bird suddenly stiffened all over.

Body Stabilization Skill!

"Riiip——"

Blood hot enough to scorch a mortal’s veins splattered across the face of the Witch Race youth.

His grin was ferocious and excited.

Only...

"You dare kill a disciple of my clan! Die!"

In the distance, an even more dazzling radiance streaked over.

It was a Flaming Arrow.

The Witch Race youth’s expression changed.

Though he was a Celestial Pride of the Ju Mang Department, the one he had just fought was also a powerhouse.

He had already gone all out.

How could he possibly be a match for yet another Celestial Pride?

"Boom——————"

A tremendous boom rang out, as though the earth itself was constantly shaking.

A giant man nearly three meters tall, muscles coiled over his entire body, Qi-Blood like mercury, appeared in front of the youth.

That scarlet radiance struck his body like raindrops falling on leaves.

It only made him shudder slightly.

"Zhao Fu!?"

Joy appeared on the Witch Race youth’s face.

Who in the tribe did not know that a monster whose strength was no weaker than the Sequence had appeared among the tribal guards?

Zhao Fu calmly nodded slightly.

The Qi-Blood on his body continued to climb.

This was a feeling he had never had back when he was a Human Race Martial Artist.

It was as if, back when he was a Human Race Martial Artist, Zhao Fu could clearly sense the limits of his flesh.

But now Witch Blood flowed through his flesh.

Zhao Fu felt as if the limits of his body had completely vanished.

A divine light appeared deep in his eyes.

At the same time, the aura over his entire body began to turn violent.

"Boom——"

A peal of thunder exploded over the battlefield.

By the time everyone came back to their senses.

That other Vermilion Bird Celestial Pride had been savagely nailed in front of a mountainside.

In front of the mountainside lay countless Demon Race warriors turned into mangled flesh and broken limbs; it was a blood-red road.