Ye Feng looked at his own body and found that his cultivation level, which was originally the first level of the golden elixir, had now reached the third level of the golden elixir. This was the result of most of the energy being used to temper the body and strengthen the origin of the dragon soul.
His physical strength is several times stronger than before? Every move and every move is full of explosive power. He even had a feeling that even without using spiritual power, he could easily defeat the previous Demonic Wolf King with physical strength alone.
The biggest change comes from the origin of the dragon soul.
The original power of the dragon soul, which was only a "wisp", has now grown more than ten times, and seems to have undergone some wonderful mutations.
He could clearly feel that he was more able to control the origin of the dragon soul, and even had some vague abilities that he did not have before.
"Dragon Soul Swallowing... is really domineering." Ye Feng muttered to himself.
He tried to mobilize the original power of the dragon soul, and saw a trace of a red-gold dragon-shaped shadow flashing behind him, and a faint dragon power spread.
This dragon's power is much purer and more oppressive than the pseudo dragon's power that the dragon exuded before.
"It seems... that the pressure and breath of some real dragons can be simulated in a short time?" Ye Feng's heart moved. This has an unexpected effect on deterring enemies, or on some special occasions.
In any case, the harvest from this trip to the bottom of the lake was far beyond his imagination.
Not only did he obtain a large amount of dragon blood crystals, his cultivation improved, his body strengthened, but the origin of the dragon soul also underwent a qualitative change.
Ye Feng was in a good mood after putting the dragon blood crystal into the storage ring.
"Something happened here, it's time to go out." Ye Feng checked the direction and prepared to float up.
Just when he was about to leave, his consciousness inadvertently scanned the location of the small island in the middle of the lake where the Dragon Blood Grass grew. Previously, because my attention was focused on the dragon and dragon blood fruit, I didn't explore it carefully. At this moment, the dragon was dead and the source of the dragon's blood crystal had been taken away. He suddenly felt something in his heart.
"That dragon's blood grass can produce three mutated dragon blood fruits, and it is accompanied by the dragon and the dragon blood crystal source. Is there anything special about the place where it grows?"
Thinking of this, Ye Feng changed his main direction and swam towards the small island in the middle of the lake.
Although he had used his spiritual consciousness to detect on the shore before and found no abnormality, but now that the source of his dragon soul has grown stronger and the strength of his spiritual consciousness has also increased, he may be able to make some new discoveries.
Soon, he arrived directly below the small island in the middle of the lake. Most of the island has collapsed due to the dragon's rampage, leaving only some remaining rocks. Ye Feng's consciousness carefully scanned every inch of the lake bed.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, his consciousness paused in an inconspicuous corner. There seemed to be an extremely weak spatial fluctuation there. If it weren't for his sharp consciousness now, it would be almost undetectable.
Ye Feng's heart moved and he moved closer. I saw that it was a broken stone slab half hidden in the mud. There were some vague runes carved on the stone slab, which were somewhat similar to the patterns on the demon stone, but more complex and ancient. That faint spatial fluctuation came from this stone slab.
"Is this...the remains of the teleportation array?" A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.
He carefully cleaned away the mud around the stone slab, revealing the entire stone slab.
This stone slab is about the size of a millstone, its edges are severely damaged, and most of the runes on it are incomplete. But judging from the remaining formation aura, this is clearly the cornerstone of a small teleportation formation!
"Is it possible that the depths of this cave are connected to other places?" Ye Feng's heart couldn't help but beat fast. A teleportation array hidden deep in the dragon's lair, where will it lead?
He tried to inject a little spiritual power into the stone slab. The runes on the stone slab lit up slightly, but soon dimmed again, and the spatial fluctuations remained unchanged.
"It seems that the damage is too serious, or there is insufficient energy to start." Ye Feng was a little disappointed, but then he was relieved. Most of these ancient teleportation arrays have extremely harsh activation conditions, and they are not something he can easily repair and use now.
"Put it away first, maybe it will come in handy later." Ye Feng also took the broken cornerstone of the teleportation array into the snowy area.
After doing all this, Ye Feng no longer had any nostalgia and quickly floated towards the lake.
With the dragon soul's original body protection and the strong physical body, the coldness and huge water pressure before were nothing to him.
Not long after, he rushed out of the lake with a "crash" and returned to the huge cave.
The air in the cave is still filled with the faint smell of blood and the fragrance of dragon blood grass, but it is much lighter than before.
Ye Feng landed on the shore and let out a long sigh of relief.
He checked his own status. The cultivation level at the peak of the third level of Golden Core was extremely stable, the power of the dragon soul was full, and his body was full of power.
"Next, it's time to leave here." Ye Feng looked at the entrance of the cave.
When Ye Feng stepped out of the cave, the sunlight was a bit dazzling. He squinted his eyes and took a moment to adapt.
He identified the direction and was about to take out the Star Thunder Sword and return to the sect when his expression suddenly moved and he cast his eyes towards a dense forest a hundred feet away to the left.
"Come out, aren't you tired after following me for so long?" The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up into a smile.
There was silence in the dense forest for a moment, and then there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air, and a figure appeared in front of Ye Feng in a few flashes.
The person who came was about thirty or forty years old, dressed in Wanjian Sect clothes, with a stern face, carrying a simple long sword on his back, with a strong aura around him, and his cultivation was already at the early stage of Nascent Soul!
Ye Feng looked him up and down and said lazily: "It's the Wanjian Sect again. Judging from your cultivation level, it should be at the elder level."
Leng Qianhen frowned. This kid's glib tongue and seemingly low cultivation level gave him an inexplicable sense of danger.
He snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense! There was something strange here just now. Did you see anything? Or, what did you get from that hole?" He stared at Ye Feng with blazing eyes, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage was released without concealment, trying to oppress Ye Feng.
Under this pressure, ordinary Jindan monks have already lost their minds and are trembling. However, Ye Feng seemed to be alright and kept smiling: "Something strange? Oh, you're talking about a big moth that just flew by, right? As for the cave... it was dark and there was nothing. I almost got lost."
"Ye Feng, you should have died long ago!" Leng Qianhen ran out of patience, and he decided that Ye Feng must have a secret.
He said no more, he held the sword secret in his hand, and the long sword behind his back automatically unsheathed with a "clang" sound, turning into a sharp sword light, piercing Ye Feng's eyebrows!
The Nascent Soul cultivator struck with anger, as fast as thunder. Before the sword energy arrived, it had already split the air and let out a piercing scream.
The smile on Ye Feng's face instantly faded. As soon as the opponent made a move, the source of star power and the source of dragon soul in his body began to circulate.
"Master, I don't have time to waste with you!"
Faced with this fatal sword, Ye Feng did not retreat but advanced, slammed his right foot on the ground, and disappeared in place.
"Huh?" Leng Qianhen's pupils shrank, and his consciousness could not catch Ye Feng's trace for an instant.
The next moment, a terrifying dragon power suddenly descended that made his soul tremble!
"Ang——!"
A barely audible dragon roar exploded in Leng Qianhen's sea of consciousness. He only felt that his soul was stagnant, and his movements became stiff for a moment.
This dragon's power was purer and more domineering than the pressure of any monster he had ever seen in his life, as if he was facing a real ancient ferocious dragon!
This is the moment of loss!
Ye Feng's figure appeared silently on the left side of Leng Qianhen. On his right fist, pale golden dragon scale lines were looming, and a condensed red-gold dragon soul source power mixed with surging star power converged at one point.
No fancy moves, just a simple and direct punch.
Leng Qianhen was a Nascent Soul cultivator after all. He broke free from the oppression and slashed back with his sword in an attempt to resist.
However, he underestimated the power of Ye Feng's punch, and even more underestimated the strength of Ye Feng's body.
"Bang!"
The fists and swords intersected, making a dull loud noise.
The artifact long sword in Leng Qianhen’s hand let out a cry, but was bent and deformed by Ye Feng’s punch, and the spiritual light on it dimmed instantly.
An unparalleled force was transmitted through the sword body. Leng Qianhen felt that his entire arm had lost consciousness. The tiger's mouth burst instantly and blood spurted out.
"Poof!" He spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggering back as if he had been hit hard.