Meanwhile, Imperial Son Hua Chengdao and his two companions, who had long since departed, were now over ten thousand li away. Suddenly, Hua Chengdao's body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion turning deathly pale.
Seeing this, Hua Yuntian and Prince Hua Yu both changed expressions dramatically, rushing forward to support him. "Imperial Son, Young Ancestor!"
Hua Chengdao waved his hand, his expression gloomy. "What a formidable Chaos young generation's supreme. He actually took four strands of my Imperial Dragon Qi."
The two exchanged a glance, unable to suppress the shock in their hearts.
From his words, it seemed that while the previous battle appeared on the surface to have given the Imperial Son, Young Ancestor a slight upper hand, the hidden reality was quite different.
Not only had the Imperial Son, Young Ancestor suffered internal injuries, but he had also lost four strands of Imperial Dragon Qi. That person was actually terrifying to such an extent, and he was an unprecedented Chaos young generation's supreme?
Hua Chengdao's expression remained dark as he flicked his sleeve. "If it weren't for the fact that the final step has not yet been taken and there is still that important matter to attend to, today's affair would not have ended like this. No matter what, I would have made him pay a price he would never forget. However, this grudge will be settled when we meet again."
"Furthermore, what happened today must not be mentioned to a fourth person. Otherwise—"
Imperial Son Hua Chengdao swept a cold gaze over the two, his eyes containing a strong killing intent that made their hearts tremble.
Naturally, the two hurriedly nodded in agreement, as this matter was undoubtedly a disgrace for the Imperial Son, Young Ancestor and could not be casually spread.
"Let's go!"
Imperial Son Hua Chengdao snorted coldly, flicking his sleeve and leading the way. The other two quickly followed.
After spending half a day, Ye Chen finally managed to force out the Imperial Son's aura from within his body, healed his injuries, and changed into other clothes. Now, dressed in snow-white robes with his black hair tied up and cascading down his back, he exuded an ethereal, immortal and Daoist elegance.
The group of four returned to the Crimson Blood Lake, where the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon had been waiting for a long time. Looking at Abenue, it felt genuine respect from the depths of its heart, while looking at Ye Chen, it felt awe.
Because it had witnessed everything. Even someone as powerful as the Imperial Son of the Hua Imperial Dynasty had been unable to defeat him. Although the Imperial Son had ultimately gained the upper hand, no clear victor had emerged.
Such combat prowess undoubtedly placed him among the very pinnacle of the younger generation across the entire Ten Heavens Ancient Domain.
However, if it knew the true hidden outcome—that Ye Chen had actually obtained the fourth strand of Imperial Son Hua Chengdao's Imperial Dragon Qi—who knows what it would think.
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon had now transformed into a human figure—a burly, towering man about one zhang tall, resembling a small giant. With disheveled blood-red hair, he looked quite domineering and fierce, yet he appeared extremely respectful before Ye Chen and the others.
However, a trace of sorrow flickered deep within his eyes when he looked at them.
Because his child was still in Hua Yuntian's hands.
But Abenue smiled and flicked her sleeve, sending out a ball of light that landed before the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon. It was none other than a Dragon Egg—the very same Dragon Egg that Hua Yuntian had used to lure out the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon earlier.
Regarding this Dragon Egg, Abenue had already used her absolute power during her battle with Hua Yuntian to probe into his internal space and retrieve it.
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon looked at the Dragon Egg with joy and surprise, reaching out with trembling hands to carefully receive it. Then, with a thud, he knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the four of them. "Thank you, young lords, for your intervention, allowing my child to return to my side. This humble one dares not forget your great kindness. If there is anything you need, just say the word, and this humble one will surely complete it even at the cost of my life!"
Ye Chen and the others hurriedly helped him up. Abenue even said, "There's no need for this. We are both of the Dragon Race; this is only right."
Ye Chen also chuckled. "Fellow Daoist, please rise first. There's no need for such formalities; it was merely a casual act of assistance."
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon was clearly not one for excessive sentimentality and didn't know how to express his gratitude in words, but he engraved this great kindness deeply in his heart, never daring to forget it.
If Ye Chen and the others ever needed his help in the future, he would spare no effort, even if it meant facing near-certain death.
"Young lords, please follow this humble one into the Dragon Palace."
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon spoke respectfully, then waved his hand. Visible to the naked eye, the Crimson Blood Lake parted before them, revealing a broad passageway that led deep into the lake's depths.
The Crimson Blood Lake, though called a lake, was in no way inferior to a true vast ocean. At the very bottom of the lake lay a magnificent palace complex—the Dragon Palace of the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon, also the living grounds of the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon clan.
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragons were passed down through generations, naturally not limited to just one individual; they were a powerful dragon clan.
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon before them was the clan leader of this generation, his true name being Gong Jiuhua.
Among them, everyone declined the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon's banquet invitation and proceeded directly to the place where the Dragon Blood Grass grew.
That place was actually a Dragon Tomb—a burial ground for the Dragon Race, where the remains of all the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon ancestors were interred.
Some of these dragons had not died of old age but had perished in great battles, yet they were still buried here. Over time, this had given rise to miraculous herbs like the Dragon Blood Grass.
Generally speaking, the Dragon Tomb was the most sacred place of the Dragon Race, forbidden to outsiders.
However, firstly, Ye Chen and the others were benefactors of the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon. Secondly, both Abenue and Ye Chen possessed a kind of innate dragon's majesty, especially Abenue. He could tell that she was a powerhouse continuously undergoing super-evolution toward a pure-blooded True Dragon, even closer to a pure-blooded True Dragon than he, a Crimson Scale Demon Dragon. Naturally, she had the qualification to enter.
Arriving at the Dragon Tomb area, they saw that it was not submerged in lake water. On the contrary, it formed its own world, at least tens of thousands of li in radius or even larger, covered by a faint light curtain.
Within the Dragon Tomb world, one could see tomb mounds rising from the ground, each larger than a mountain range, reaching tens of thousands of zhang in size, standing like ancient divine peaks. Each emanated a faint dragon's majesty.
Intangibly, the entire Dragon Tomb world rippled with vast dragon's majesty. Even ordinary Great Powers would not dare to easily set foot here.
Moreover, the Dragon Tomb world also contained a great formation continuously perfected by generations of powerful experts from the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon clan, integrated with the world itself. Even Ye Chen had to regard it with utmost seriousness. He could tell that the ancestors of the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon clan must have produced a peerless, matchless supreme powerhouse, very likely a Sovereign-level existence. Even if not, they were at least at the Nine Tribulations realm, because he could sense Sovereign power circulating within.
This great formation, without the method to dispel it, would likely give even a Nine Tribulations realm supreme powerhouse a massive headache trying to break through.
Naturally, the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon could dispel the Dragon Tomb Great Formation. His hands rapidly formed a series of profound, intricate, and endless seals, continuously sending forth streams of mystical light that merged into the Dragon Tomb Great Formation.
Moreover, he even cut his wrist, splattering a shower of blood—dragon blood—which, along with these mystical lights, sprinkled onto the Dragon Tomb Great Formation.
Then, they saw the Dragon Tomb Great Formation glow, giving rise to an ancient gate.
The ancient gate was inscribed with nine Crimson Scale Demon Dragons coiling around it, emitting a fearsome dragon's majesty.
By crossing this Dragon Gate, one could enter the Dragon Tomb world.
"Please wait here, young lords. You two are not of the Dragon Race and cannot enter, or you will suffer backlash from the Dragon Tomb," the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Gong Jiuhua said to Mo Haishen and Luo Guyun.