Chapter Seven: Rampant Devouring

Ah! It was the small iron rod that saved me. How could it possess such great power? Hai Long was unaware that at that moment, the Celestial Stone Master had already contemplated retracting his attack. He had developed a strong resentment towards this ancestor and his own master, the Dao Ming Master. Taking out the small iron rod, Hai Long said with bitterness: "Celestial Stone and Dao Ming, you two old bastards, how dare you try to strike me? Just wait, once my magical powers become formidable, I will make sure you won't have it easy. Huh? Where is this place? Have I been locked up by them?" Hai Long looked around and saw that the surroundings were empty; apart from the bed he was on, there was no other decoration, not even the most rudimentary wooden table that one would find in a room. Discovering this only reinforced his belief that this was a prison.

The Daoist Master Daoming soared through the clouds and broke through the mist, gracefully landing atop the Moyaun Peak. He thought to himself, in three days' time, that young man should have awakened by now. How should I speak to him? While pondering this, he had already stepped into his Moyaun cave dwelling.

Indeed, it has been three years. Over the course of these three years, you have changed significantly. Although you have been in a deep slumber during this time, your focus on cultivation has surpassed that of ordinary practitioners, yielding even better results. The heavenly materials and earthly treasures you consumed in the Moya Cave have also been fully absorbed. You may check your current realm.

"So delicious, it must be something good. That old fellow Daoming has indeed collected quite a few treasures. Hmph, I will eat, I will eat, I want to make him feel heartbroken." Muttering to himself, Hailong began his looting operation, and the precious herbs and elixirs that Daoming had collected over hundreds of years were all swallowed by him in one go.

After a while, the sound of crying ceased, and Daoming's thoughts began to turn rapidly. He reflected that when he left, he had already set up a powerful restriction at the peak of Moyun Mountain. Even if someone with a higher cultivation level came here, he would be the first to know if the restriction was triggered. However, while he was protecting Ling Tongzi, he had not sensed any signs at all. This could only mean one thing: the flowers and plants were destroyed by someone from Moyun Mountain, and there was only one person here. After coming to this conclusion, Daoming Zhenren let out a piercing roar: "Tan Yu, you bastard, come out here!" After shouting this, Daoming suddenly trembled all over, as if he had thought of something, and his body rushed into the stone chamber like a hurricane.

No, you are not dreaming; everything is real. The strange old man's voice echoed in his ear

Strange Person said: "You will understand in the future. Hai Long, do you know how long you have been asleep?"

Shaking all over, Dao Ming stood dazed at the entrance of the cave, unable to utter a single word. The chaotic scene before him made him feel as if he were dreaming. Rubbing his small eyes vigorously, he looked closely, yet the situation remained unchanged. Dao Ming's flesh trembled even more violently, and the protective azure light around him fluctuated unsteadily. He roared to the heavens, "Who is it? Who has destroyed my hundred years of hard work? My poor flowers and plants! How tragically you have died!" Normally stern in front of his disciples, Dao Ming, upon seeing all the plants he had painstakingly cultivated destroyed, wept aloud like a child.

"Step aside, and form a perimeter," the deep voice of Dao Ming echoed. A flash of azure light appeared as his corpulent figure materialized behind Ling Tongzi. With a surge of immense magical power, Dao Ming utilized his refined cultivation to instantly bind the chaotic magical energy of Ling Tongzi. "Guard the spirit platform, unify the mind, concentrate thoughts in the sea of qi, and align magical power with nature"

Dao Ming Zhen Ren let out a sigh, gradually retracting his own magical power. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and smiled at his sixth disciple, Ling Tong, who was meditating in front of him. After three days of effort, Ling Tong had finally formed his Dao胎 and successfully entered the胎成 realm. As a mentor, what could be more gratifying than witnessing the growth of one's disciples? He turned to Ling Yun Zi and said, "Take good care of your sixth junior brother, and be sure not to disturb him. His Dao胎 has been formed, and he will naturally awaken after seven days. As a mentor, what could be more gratifying than witnessing the growth of one's disciples? He turned to Ling Yun Zi and said, 'Take good care of your sixth junior brother, and be sure not to disturb him. His Dao胎 has been formed, and he will naturally awaken after seven days. Ling Zhi Zi, you few juniors must also work hard. Within ten years, you must all reach at least the胎成 realm."

The strange person said calmly: "There is nothing to thank for; this is all fate. In fact, Daoming is not as bad as you imagine; it is just that your preconceived notions are too strong, which is why you are so hostile towards him. Remember, if you want to achieve success in cultivating immortality, you must reach a state where your heart is as clear as a mirror, untainted by dust. Alas, your level still needs to grow a bit faster!"

Hailong's face was blood-red, as if blood were about to drip from beneath his skin. His breathing was abnormally heavy, and sitting beside him, Daoming Zhenren could clearly feel the heat radiating from his body. A thought crossed his mind, and Daoming exclaimed, "What a kid, he wouldn't have consumed all my treasures, would he? Even I couldn't possibly digest so many rare materials!" Grabbing Hailong's wrist, Daoming confirmed his suspicion. Within Hailong's body, dozens of powerful currents surged incessantly, and it seemed as if the blood within him was boiling. If it were an ordinary person, they would have likely exploded from within by now. But strangely, Hailong's meridians were exceptionally resilient; no matter how those raging currents impacted, they could only circulate within the meridians and could not break free. This situation was unheard of by Daoming Zhenren. Driven by curiosity, he cautiously extended his spiritual power into Hailong's body. As soon as his power entered, Daoming immediately felt an intense resistance, as if the currents within Hailong had found an outlet, wildly rushing towards the spiritual power he was sending in. His entire body shook, and Daoming was instantly forced to release his grip. Meanwhile, Hailong appeared to be in great discomfort, furrowing his brows.

The strange person sighed and said, "Perhaps this is fate. Some things are already destined by cause and effect. There is one thing I can enlighten you about. In fact, the Sea Dragon is not the calamity in your life; on the contrary, he is the blessing in your destiny. Whether you can attain the Great Way in the future depends on him."

In Dao Ming's heart, he secretly thought, can the actions of this scoundrel of a disciple really be explained with just the word "mischievous"? If it weren't for you, even if I didn't tear him to pieces, I would make him suffer immensely, my poor treasure

Jumping down from the bed, Hai Long felt his body sway, realizing that he was completely weak and powerless. The once vigorous flow of heat within him had dwindled to a mere hint of warmth. After twisting his body a few times, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with this sense of weakness. Looking around, he suddenly noticed that the only small window on the wall was actually not sealed. It appeared large enough for his body to squeeze through. Scratching his head, Hai Long muttered to himself, "Could it be that those old fellows made a mistake? Why is the window left unsealed? This stone door looks quite thick; the window is my only way out. I need to gather some strength first, then I can run out. Masters, why don't you come and save me? Are you just going to watch me be imprisoned by that old bastard? It seems everything depends on me now. Even if I am locked up here, so what? Once I cultivate to become an immortal, I will make all of you who have wronged me my subordinates, both in heaven and on earth, I alone shall be the immortal."

Hailong's physical condition is very good, and all his functions are normal. However, his internal magical energy has been nearly depleted, and he has suffered significant loss of mental strength. Additionally, he has experienced some fright, which is why he has fallen into a coma. As long as he gets a good night's rest, he will be fine. Daoming is inherently kind and places great importance on each of his disciples. However, he has always been concerned about his reputation and has a somewhat poor temper, which gives people a very stern impression. Just as he was about to use his magical energy to help Hailong recover, he suddenly felt a movement in his spiritual platform, as if he sensed something.

Upon hearing the master's voice, Ling Tongzi felt a significant calmness within. Under the immense magical restraint of Dao Ming Zhenren, the energy fluctuations around his body gradually stabilized. The process of fetal formation requires a duration of approximately three days. To assist his disciple in overcoming this challenging phase of cultivation, Dao Ming Zhenren dared not leave for even a moment.

Dao Ming's entire body trembled, and in an instant, he felt a surge of joy. All the shadows in his heart vanished in that moment. With a thud, he knelt down on the ground and said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you, senior."

Daoming grimaced and saluted, saying: "Senior." He knew that within the seventy-two peaks of Lianyun, there was no corner that could escape the strange person's heavenly eye.

Finally, through the tireless efforts of Hailong, nearly thirty types of elixirs were consumed by him, with porcelain vials and jade boxes scattered everywhere.

Turning around, the sea dragon lying in the corner came into Dao Ming's line of sight, and an unprecedented rage surged forth. He stepped forward and crossed to the side of the sea dragon, his plump hand, glowing with a strong azure light, came crashing down without hesitation onto the sea dragon's head. If this palm, filled with magical power, truly struck, the sea dragon would undoubtedly be reduced to a puddle of flesh.

Looking at his own achievements, Hailong burst into laughter, "Daoming, I will drive you crazy, I will drive you crazy. Didn't you want to kill me? I will first kill these flowers and plants of yours." After toiling for a while, he was somewhat tired, turned back into the stone room, rubbed his rumbling belly, and sat down heavily on the bed. Hailong was feeling very confused. He was still just a teenager, and it was impossible for him not to fear death. Remembering Daoming's angry expression, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that the fat man would definitely not let him off, let alone cultivate to become an immortal. Hailong lay across the bed, his emotions surging. Suddenly, he noticed a strange protrusion in the corner of the bed, seemingly made of metal, which appeared exceptionally out of place in the empty stone chamber. Instinctively turning over, Hailong reached for the metal protrusion, and a strange sensation flowed into his body. Within that metal protrusion, it seemed to contain energy that was of the same origin as the magical power within him. His thoughts moved naturally, and a faint warmth rose from his dantian, flowing up through his meridians, passing through his chest and into his arms, entering the metal through his middle finger. As if resonating, the metal began to tremble slightly. Hailong was astonished to find that the stone bed he was on actually started to move, heading towards the stone door. In his fright, he hurriedly jumped off the bed, revealing a one-meter-square gap where the stone bed had moved, with a stone staircase extending downwards. Hailong focused his gaze, and it seemed that there was a faint light below the staircase.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Daoming murmured, "This old six, how can he enter the fetal transformation realm at this time? His mind is unstable now, which poses a great danger." He hurriedly channeled his pure magical power into the body of the sea dragon and turned to exit the stone chamber

Ling Yuzi hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, could you possibly be lenient with Tan Yu? He is still just a child! We will definitely educate him properly in the future"

Oh my God! Why, why am I so unfortunate to have taken on a disciple? Is he a calamity sent by heaven to punish me?" With a thud, Dao Ming Zhen Ren collapsed beside Hai Long, gasping heavily. Having been subjected to such a severe shock, he coughed up blood three more times, and his vital energy was already severely depleted.

Two hours later, Hai Long returned to the Mo Yun Cave, his clothes soaked with sweat. The mountain breeze blew, causing him to shiver involuntarily. After meticulously searching every corner of Mo Yun Peak, Hai Long was completely disheartened. There was not a single place to descend; the cliffs surrounding Mo Yun Peak were exceptionally steep, as if carved by knife and axe.

After Dao Xiuzhi left, Ling Zhizi and Ling Yuanzhi also departed one after another to enter seclusion for cultivation. The remaining disciples of the fourth generation could only return to the wooden cabin outside Mo Yun Ping with unsettled minds. Ling Tongzi, troubled by his worries, felt a bit disoriented. Suddenly, he sensed a tremor throughout his body, as the magical power within him surged wildly towards the Ling Tai, seemingly beyond his control. A chill ran through his heart; could it be that he was losing his Dao heart and falling into demonic deviation? Without time to return to his room, Ling Tongzi hurriedly sat down on the ground, straining to concentrate his mental energy in an attempt to control his magical power. His change immediately drew the attention of the others. Ling Yunzi looked at the intense fluctuations of blue light surrounding Ling Tongzi and exclaimed, "Not good, Junior Brother is about to enter the Dao胎 realm. Quickly, let us protect him together to prevent external demons from invading."

The strange man watched Daoming leave, gently nodded, and murmured to himself: "This kid Daoming has some talent; he could become a great figure in the future. Hailong! You truly are my source of joy. Over all these years, I have never been as happy as I am today." Bending down, the strange man cradled Hailong in his arms and walked towards the massive rock, muttering as he walked: "To actually pursue that girl Piaomiao, you really have guts; perhaps you two really do have a fateful connection."

Patting his swollen belly, Hai Long let out a fragrant belch and sat down in the corner of the stone chamber. Waves of heat surged within his abdomen, warming him all over and bringing an indescribable comfort. With a chuckle, Hai Long murmured to himself: "It seems I've really struck gold; I didn't even encounter a single poison from the books. What a pleasant feeling. Who knows, after eating so many good things, I might wake up and become an immortal. Dao Ming, you old fellow, don't rush back! Wait until I become an immortal, then you'll see." How could someone like Dao Ming, a practitioner of immortality, possibly stockpile poison? This stone chamber was filled with treasures he had painstakingly collected, some of which were even bestowed by his elders. Dao Ming had never dared to consume them, intending to combine these herbs into medicine. Perhaps it was the will of heaven, but it had entirely benefited Hai Long. Feeling somewhat fatigued, he gradually drifted into slumber, while the various spiritual medicines within him began to take effect.

The four generations of disciples felt the care of Master Daoming, and respectfully replied, "Yes, Master."

Daoming nodded and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. Daoming takes his leave."

A sudden thought crossed Hai Long's mind as he recalled what Ling Yuzi had said to him when Xiao Jiling was injured: all the mature celestial herbs were collected by Dao Ming Zhenren. It seemed this was indeed the place. Gritting his teeth, Hai Long thought to himself that since Dao Ming Zhenren would not let him off anyway, he might as well go all out; after all, death was inevitable, and it would be better to die from consuming celestial herbs. With this in mind, he casually picked up a jade box and gently opened it. An aroma more intense than that of fifth-grade purple ginseng immediately filled the entire stone chamber, greatly heightening Hai Long's hunger. Inside the jade box lay a ginseng that appeared as white as jade. Although the ginseng was not large, it had numerous fibrous roots. The most peculiar aspect was that its body resembled a human form, with a vivid red vein extending from its head to its feet, resembling a thread of blood. Hai Long turned to glance at the entrance he had come through, grabbed the jade ginseng from the box, and stuffed it into his mouth in a few bites. The jade ginseng melted in his mouth, and a sweet flavor enriched Hai Long's taste buds.

Daoming has always been fond of his youngest disciple, smiling as he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Master, please wait a moment." Ling Yuzi called out to Dao Ming Zhenren

Between the electric light and the fire, the four characters "golden eyes and fiery gaze" flashed through Daoming's mind like lightning. The palm, shimmering with a blue light, came to a sudden stop just three inches above the head of the sea dragon. Daoming's face alternated between red and white, and with a gasp, he could not help but spit out another mouthful of fresh blood. Remembering the strange person among the monkey group, reason told him that he absolutely could not harm this young man in the slightest.

Hai Long was greatly shocked, one thousand days, how could this be possible? He lowered his head to look at himself, and his skin was surprisingly as translucent as beautiful jade, with radiant light flowing beneath the surface. When he pressed gently with his hand, it was incredibly elastic. Most remarkably, the object between his legs had increased significantly in size, surrounded by a dense thicket of black forest. His muscles seemed to be even more robust. Moreover, he appeared to have grown taller, as if he had transformed into an adult overnight. Hai Long murmured, "Three years, it has actually been three years, so that means I am almost eighteen years old. Now I finally understand what it means to be in the mountains without a cycle of years! It is truly amazing."

Wow. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and Daoming looked at the opened secret passage, his body already on the verge of collapse. In his heart, he had already understood what had happened. A cold voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "Tan Yu, you ruthless scoundrel, how could you so thoroughly destroy everything I have?" With the last glimmer of hope, the real person Daoming took one step after another down the stairs.

Hailong shook his head and said, "It seems I have slept for a very long time. Could it be three days? This sleep was indeed very comfortable, and I feel full of energy all over."

He X, explain why this old fellow insists on living in such a desolate place. Am I only left with the option of jumping off a cliff to commit suicide? No, I still want to cultivate to become an immortal; how can I die so easily? Hmph, Daoming, don't you want to kill me? Even if I die, I won't let you have it easy. In a fit of rage, Hailong began to vent his anger on the flowers and plants cultivated in the Moya Cave. These plants were all high-quality ones brimming with spiritual energy, but they simply had not matured yet. Hailong's method was straightforward; he channeled a small amount of his remaining magical power into his feet and quickly trampled through the flowers and plants. In just half an hour, the treasures that had absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in front of the stone house were already in disarray.

With a casual wave of his hand, the figure lifted Daoming's body with an invisible force, "You don't need to thank me. I'm merely repaying a debt and *seeking* a *book* for this kid."

Although three days is not a long time, it is sufficient for some individuals to accomplish many things. On the second day after Ling Tongzi entered the fetal formation realm, with the aid of the magical power imparted by Dao Ming Zhenren before his departure, the Sea Dragon gradually awakened from its slumber. Stretching its somewhat weakened body, its hazy consciousness gradually became clear, and everything that had previously occurred kept replaying in its mind.

After hesitating for a moment, Hailong decided to venture down, thinking that perhaps he could find something to eat here. The staircase was sturdy, seemingly carved from the original rock, and after descending twenty-one steps, Hailong entered a spacious stone chamber. This chamber was approximately several square meters in size, with a fist-sized gem embedded in the wall, radiating a white glow, which served as the light source for the chamber. Surrounding the chamber were various treasures, with wooden boxes, jade containers, porcelain vases, and other vessels lying quietly. In the center hung a painting depicting an elderly man dressed in Daoist robes, with a colorful halo shimmering behind him. In his right hand, he held a sword that flickered with blue light, and in his left hand, he cradled a jade bowl, exuding an ethereal presence, as if a celestial being had descended. The old man was surrounded by swirling clouds, and the rainbow-colored auspicious clouds seemed to accentuate his figure. Everything appeared so vivid, almost real, and the arrangement exuded an ancient charm, imparting a sense of tranquility. The entire stone chamber was free of any musty odor, instead filled with a faint, refreshing fragrance.

Dao Ming hurriedly said: "Of course, of course. How could my mundane possessions compare to your celestial quality, senior? If I, Dao Ming, achieve any success in the future, it will all be thanks to your grace, senior. However, I do not understand why you treat Tan Yu, a mere ordinary disciple who has just entered the Lianyun Sect, with such kindness?"

The sea dragon leaped out of the basin, and a shadow flashed before him. A cloaked figure appeared by the edge of the pool, yet it still had its back turned to him

Senior, it must be you who saved me, right? Otherwise, I fear I would have been beaten to death by that fat man Daoming long ago. You have saved me several times already; how should I express my gratitude to you?

Daoming brought the sea dragon here, and the little clever one was the first to notice. Upon seeing the sea dragon in a state of unconsciousness, it immediately became agitated, and after a few leaps, it pounced in front of Daoming, chirping incessantly.

Dao Ming let out a long sigh, glaring at Hai Long with resentment, and said, "You really are lucky, kid." Reluctantly, he hoisted Hai Long onto his shoulder and flew out of the Mo Yun cave, guiding his flying sword towards the dwelling place of the monkey group. With Dao Ming's cultivation level, such a short distance was covered in an instant, and the green light descended as the chattering and playful sounds of the monkeys clearly reached his ears

Upon hearing the words "Tan Yu," Daoming Zhenren's expression immediately darkened. He said calmly, "I will handle his matters. You all should focus on your own cultivation." After saying this, without waiting for Ling Yuzi to press further, he controlled his flying sword to soar into the sky, transforming into a streak of blue light heading towards the peak.

It seems that he sensed the dissatisfaction of Dao Ming Zhen Ren, and the strange person said: "You need not be too upset about those celestial herbs. I will compensate you for all the losses. From now on, you may come to me once a month to collect a gourd for five consecutive months, which should be equivalent to your treasures."

The strange man nodded and said, "This little monkey, Hai Long, is indeed too mischievous; this incident is his fault. Thank you for showing mercy in a timely manner. The divine power I bestowed can only save him once at the Tian Guang Square."

Uncertain of how much time had passed, Hailong slowly awakened from his slumber, feeling waves of warmth enveloping him. It seemed as if he had been asleep for a long time. Upon opening his eyes, he discovered that he was amidst a troop of monkeys, and the clear pool of water beside him remained unchanged, its surface at the same height as before, without any increase or decrease. His body was submerged in the familiar stone basin, the water within it crystal clear. Scenes from before his slumber continuously replayed in his mind, and Hailong murmured, "Am I... dreaming?"

The strange person said: "Everything is predestined; the causes sown today will bear fruit in the future. Whether it is fortune or misfortune, it will be something he must bear in the days to come. As for his life, you need not worry; this child has profound blessings and, after my subsequent repairs, even if no one cares for him, he will be able to absorb all the various spiritual energies within him after a hundred years of slumber. Today, you have already injured your vital energy; after returning to m. hetushu. comcom, drink from the gourd and enter seclusion for ten days to ensure your realm does not regress. As for his life, you need not worry; this child has profound blessings and, after my subsequent repairs, even if no one cares for him, he will be able to absorb all the various spiritual energies within him after a hundred years of slumber. Today, you have already injured your vital energy; after returning to m. hetushu. comcom, drink from the gourd and enter seclusion for ten days to ensure your realm does not regress. Go now"

Dao Ming's state of mind finally returned to normal. After deeply bowing to the strange person, he said no more and vanished into the horizon, controlling his flying sword.

Put him on the ground. I already know everything. A hoarse and deep voice sounded as the strange person appeared before Dao Ming Zhenren

Dao Ming took a deep breath, knowing that a peculiar person would never speak recklessly. Glancing at the sea dragon on the ground, he said: "Tian Yu has consumed so many rare treasures over the past few days; could it be that he has accumulated too much energy within him?"

Dao Ming Zhen Ren had previously been so enraged by Hai Long at Tian Guang Square that he spat blood. Upon returning, he immediately assisted his sixth disciple in overcoming difficulties, which inevitably left him somewhat fatigued. He nodded slightly and said: "I am tired. You all stay behind with one or two people to watch over Ling Tong Zi, the rest can go back and rest." After saying this, he prepared to ride his flying sword back to the peak.

The strange person suddenly burst into laughter, "Three days? You really underestimate your own sleeping ability. You have already slept for nearly three years, a full one thousand days. Just look at the changes in your body."

Looking at the scattered jade boxes and porcelain bottle fragments on the ground, and at the twisted wooden box, Dao Ming felt the last glimmer of hope shatter. He trembled and said: "My thousand-year blood snow ginseng! My hundred-year xu duan! My poor Qingzhen pill! You, you are all gone, all gone. Everything is over." With a thud, Dao Ming's plump body suddenly fell to the ground, twitching slightly. He trembled and repeated: "My thousand-year blood snow ginseng! My hundred-year xu duan! My poor Qingzhen pill! You, you are all gone, all gone. Everything is over." With a thud, Dao Ming's plump body suddenly fell to the ground, twitching slightly. His vacant gaze inadvertently fell upon the ancient painting in the center of the wall, and his recently fallen body sprang up at an unproportional speed. He carefully uncovered the ancient painting, revealing a hidden alcove behind it, where a gourd appeared before him. Dao Ming embraced the gourd as if it were a treasure, murmuring: "Treasure, my good treasure, fortunately, fortunately you are still here." If Hai Long were awake, he would certainly recognize that the gourd Dao Ming was holding as if it were a precious gem was the very one given to him by the strange man that day.

Strange Person said: "Although the spiritual beings consumed by the sea dragon cannot be recovered, the immortal herbs you have planted in the Mo Yun Cave already possess immortal roots. With just a drop of the item I will give you, they can be revived. With careful nurturing, their efficacy will remain unchanged. Go ahead."

After swearing, Hai Long angrily kicked the stone door beside him. "Ouch, that hurts! Huh, why is the door not locked?" To his surprise, the seemingly solid stone door opened under his kick. With some confusion, Hai Long cautiously approached the door, first peeking outside. Seeing no signs of life, he finally crawled out of the stone house. Although he had only been here once, he immediately recognized this place as the secluded retreat of his master, Dao Ming Zhen Ren, where he had once received the title "Phlegm Basin." Scratching his head, Hai Long wondered, "How did I end up here? Hmm, it must be that old guy Dao Ming seeking revenge on me, bringing me here to deal with me slowly. No way, I have to run fast; otherwise, that old guy will definitely play me to death." Just as he was about to take off, he suddenly remembered that there was no way down from the top of Mo Yun Peak; it was surrounded by sheer cliffs on all sides. Moreover, there were powerful restrictions around the entire Lian Yun Mountain range. Given his current situation, it was impossible for him to break through. Gritting his teeth, Hai Long muttered to himself, "Heaven does not completely cut off a person's path; I refuse to believe there isn't even a single path down the mountain." With that thought, he quickly ran out of the Mo Yun cave and began searching for his escape route.

Listening to the inexplicable words of the strange person, Hai Long asked in confusion: "Senior, is it not good that my realm is advancing quickly?"

Daoming's whole body trembled, and he widened his small eyes in disbelief, exclaiming: "How is this possible? Am I not already infuriated by him?"

Dao Ming knew that he could not unravel the mystery in his heart. To resolve the vast spiritual energy within the Sea Dragon, it would likely require a cultivation master of the caliber of his own master, Master Tian Shi. However, Master Tian Shi was currently in seclusion, repairing his own Tian Shi. Only that person, yes, only that person could save this young man’s life

The strange person said softly: "Do not merely blame others for how they treat you; you should also reflect on yourself. Like the heavenly stone, your nature is not bad, but your strong attachment to anger has led to slow progress in your cultivation. I cannot reveal too much of the heavenly secrets; whether you can seize the opportunity depends on yourself."