Fate of the Immortals and Demons

Chapter 371 Resurrection Pill

After listening, Yue Ziming's gaze shifted, and he asked in a deep voice:

"If that's true, which of you has ever been afflicted by this Dragon Soul Blood Curse?"

"Reporting to the young sect leader."

At this moment, Yue Jinzhao, who had just emerged from the perilous Dragon Soul Ruins, bowed respectfully and said:

"If it weren't for Prince Ziying speaking up in time when he saw Fairy Dieyi about to be brutally harmed by the Dragon Soul Blood Curse, Fairy Dieyi would surely have been doomed."

It was at this critical moment that Prince Ziying set an example, urging us to send out distress signals to avoid being caught in the same trap.

"Xu Zhu Zi, did you just send out a distress signal as you said?"

At this moment, You Lizi appeared thoughtful and asked questions to confirm his suspicions.

Xu Zhuzi, still shaken, nodded in response:

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the eight Nascent Soul stage cultivators all frowned, secretly making conjectures and deductions in their hearts.

At the same time, he was also very worried. This person was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Could he have been seriously injured and died from the impact?

As for the Nascent Soul stage cultivators, such as Fairy Qingye and the Lone Dragon Sea Beast, etc.

And Xiao Wuyan, the Silver Ring Sea Serpent, and many other Core Formation stage cultivators couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Completely marginalized, they could only listen silently from the sidelines, unable to get a share of the pie, or even a sip of soup.

"This junior dares to ask you seniors to listen to me."

Just then, Taiqing, who had recently entered the ruins of the Ice God Palace, suddenly bowed respectfully to each person, neither humble nor arrogant, and said:

"In fact, before Fellow Daoist Ziying sent out the distress signal, that dragon spirit had deliberately mentioned that Fellow Daoist Ziying, who was bound by the sword net, could not call for outside help when he was in dire straits himself?"

"good."

Dieyi immediately understood and said decisively:

"Now it seems that it's no wonder that the dragon spirit didn't cast the Dragon Soul Blood Curse on me. Its original intention must have been to coerce us into sending out a distress signal so that it could break open and close the Dragon Soul Ruins ahead of time."

"Is this happening!?"

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul stage cultivators, each one of whom was no pushover, immediately understood and their eyes shone as they scanned the turbulent sea.

The only concern is that this person, with only the Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, will surely die without divine elixirs.

At this very moment, on the turbulent seabed of the South China Sea, an inconspicuous pebble was drifting with the current.

Just like the Buddhist saying, "One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi," this small pebble contains the Dragon Elixir Cave.

Just as the eight Nascent Soul stage cultivators had determined, Mo Hei did indeed follow the suggestion of the Candle Dragon Spirit Fire and enter the Creation Furnace, attempting to use it to escape into the spatial rift.

However, they were still too naive. Just as the Creation Furnace was shattered by the combined efforts of eight Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

The little evil dragon decisively pulled Mo Hei into the Dragon Pill Cave, and a wisp of artifact spirit followed along.

If it weren't for the fact that the Dragon Pill Cave Heaven exists within this extremely ordinary little pebble.

Entering the spatial rift rashly would inevitably carry the enormous risk of being annihilated into dust.

Why would the little evil dragon risk its life to slip into the passage's crevice amidst the chaos and return to the South China Sea?

This also had the advantage of using the fragments of the alchemy furnace as cover to attract the attention of the seven Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

As for the old monster, the elk was so focused on retrieving the small conch shell that it didn't notice a small pebble flying out from the crack in the passage, which was instantly swallowed up by the surging waves.

"cough……"

The little evil dragon was quick-witted and agile. The moment it realized that the Creation Furnace had been destroyed, it pulled Mo Hei into the Dragon Pill Cave to hide.

Even so, Mo Hei's injuries were quite severe due to the aftershocks of the fierce battle between several Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

"Young Mo, you must hold on. We need to escape this land of Tiannanhai as soon as possible, otherwise, once a powerful cultivator at the Void Immortal stage arrives, we will really be helpless and waiting to die."

Seeing that Mo Hei was listless, pale, and coughing up blood, the little evil dragon, who had transformed into a handsome young man, was anxiously shouting beside him.

Meanwhile, the Candle Dragon Spirit Fire, which had transformed into a small fire dragon, was much calmer and more composed. It glanced at the spirit floating in the air and said in a deep voice:

"This young Mo is so badly injured right now. If we delay any longer, his condition will only get worse, unless we can heal him with miraculous medicines."

Seeing that Mo Hei was so badly injured and the situation was so critical, the little evil dragon was like an ant on a hot pan, circling around the collapsed, barely alive Mo Hei, saying:

"You make it sound so easy. Open your eyes and take a good look. What kind of miraculous medicines could be in this Dragon Pill Cave? If there were, I would have taken them out long ago."

Besides, don't you know clearly enough that this kid Mo was injured by the aftershocks of a Nascent Soul cultivator's power during the Nascent Soul stage?

Aside from high-grade healing pills, ordinary pills are completely ineffective and utterly useless.

The Candle Dragon Spirit Fire, however, changed the subject and asked:

"Did you see this wisp of spirit from the alchemy furnace?"

"The spirit of the alchemy furnace!?"

The anxious little dragon was startled and noticed a phantom image of a pill furnace, which seemed to float unconsciously above the dark head like a cloud.

In an instant, the little dragon's eyes gleamed, and it hurriedly began rummaging through the mountain of miscellaneous items piled up in the Dragon Pill Cave.

"found it."

After searching for a while, the little dragon cheered and held up a pill furnace, which was only about three feet square, in its hand, quite proudly saying:

"Fortunately, this divine dragon accepts all comers. I robbed this alchemy furnace from an old and frail Qi-building stage Daoist. I originally intended to use it as a chamber pot, but I never expected it to come in handy now."

"You old buddy, you really are hard to change. You even tried to rob an old man of such an ordinary alchemy furnace that doesn't even qualify for any grade."

Zhulong Spirit Fire felt speechless and instead said:

"But it's better than nothing for now. Now that we have this alchemy furnace, along with its spirit, and my own unique alchemy fire, the necessary herbs for alchemy are all ready. With everything in place, it all depends on how talented this kid is at alchemy."

"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Hei, whose injuries were worsening, had been barely holding on when he collapsed to the ground, forcing a bitter smile:

"With my current injuries, I can barely even sit up, let alone have the energy to refine pills."

Seeing that Mo Hei was swaying precariously and might collapse from exhaustion at any moment, the little evil dragon and the Candle Dragon Spirit Fire exchanged a glance, then, holding the alchemy furnace, approached the critically injured Mo Hei and solemnly said:

"Young Mo, given the current dire situation, it depends on whether you have the determination and courage to burn your bridges and die trying."

"How?"

As his injuries worsened, Mo Hei felt his vision blurring, his body swaying uncontrollably. He was on the verge of death, and he managed to utter those two words in a barely audible whisper.

"There's no time to say more."

Seeing this, Zhulong Spirit Fire, with its fiery temperament, felt it was like being forced into a corner and bluntly stated:

"Given your current condition, we have no choice but to try anything. Only by using a secret technique to bring you back to life can you turn danger into safety. Otherwise, you will die and perish."

"it is good."

Just as Mo Hei felt everything go black, his eyes closed, and he collapsed to the ground, he almost instinctively blurted out a response.

Upon receiving Mo Hei's reply, the little evil dragon made a decisive move, using itself as a conduit to transform into a silver needle, which it then pierced straight into Mo Hei's crown chakra.

"Old...that's enough..."

When Zhulong Linghuo witnessed the little evil dragon's behavior, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, but then stopped himself from speaking and had no choice but to give up.

Strangely enough, after the little evil dragon transformed into a silver needle and inserted it into the dark top of his head...

Seeing that Mo Hei was about to collapse from serious injury, he suddenly regained his vitality and his face became rosy.

Apart from the bloodstains remaining at the corner of his mouth, there was no visible injury; he appeared to have fully recovered.

"Huh? Where's Little White Dragon?"

With this sudden burst of light, he regained consciousness. Mo Hei glanced around the Dragon Pill Cave and blurted out a question instinctively.

The Candle Dragon Spirit Fire did not answer, but instead transformed into a crimson flame, and said in a stern tone:

"Young Mo, this is not only a matter of your own life, but also of the rise and fall of my dragon clan. At this point, it's not like what Chilong told you, it's all or nothing, but only success is allowed and failure is not an option."

His dark eyes gleamed with determination. He sat up straight cross-legged, took a deep breath, and said:

"Don't worry about that. Not only for myself, but also for Die'er, I, Mo Hei, will do my utmost and will not allow any failure."

"So good!"

The Candle Dragon Spirit Fire was greatly satisfied and its confidence increased.

"With the aid of the power of the laws of time, the spirit of this Creation Furnace as your guide, and my own unique fire as a pill spirit to assist you, you are almost certain to succeed in refining the Resurrection Pill. Time is of the essence, so bring out all the spiritual herbs you have obtained on Flame Island."

Mo Hei was slightly startled. Although he was full of suspicion, he knew that now was not the time to pry.

He nodded, took out all the spiritual herbs he had collected from the Flame Island, and then asked:

"How is it? Can these spiritual herbs be refined into a resurrection pill?"

"Is that really the case? Was all of this planned in advance?"

When Mo Hei took out a Demon Heart Grass, which was over ten thousand years old and had been upgraded to a mid-grade spiritual herb, from his storage ring, it transformed into a flame-shaped Candle Dragon Spirit Fire. It was obvious that it was being blown by the wind and suddenly trembled and flickered.

Just as Mo Hei was observing and becoming suspicious, Zhulong Spirit Fire forced himself to remain calm and spoke:

"Besides this mid-grade spiritual herb, Demon Heart Grass, the remaining medicinal herbs are all low-grade spiritual herbs with an age of five thousand years."

Take the rootlets of the living root grass, the leaves of the silver leaf grass, the stamens of the wild angel flower, and the juice of the swiftlet grass.

Furthermore, by combining this with other top-grade herbs from the Dragon Pill Cave Heaven, each over three thousand years old, the combined medicinal effects are sufficient to refine a low-cost version of my Dragon Clan's sacred healing elixir, the Resurrection Pill.

"Is there a lower-cost version of this resurrection pill?"

Mo Hei muttered to himself, but did not suspect anything.