Indestructible God King

In the Crystal Palace, Demonic Dragon Island.

After Long Yu dove to the bottom of the Ten-thousand Blood Pool, she activated the spell array, which produced a sphere of light that enveloped her. After the light dissipated, Long Yu passed through a portal and entered the Crystal Palace.

"Piak!”

Long Yu fell into one of the great halls, which hurt her a little because she was weak.

But at this moment, Long Yu could no longer care about the pain and clenched her teeth. Her nose tingled, and what looked like a strand of vapor emanated from her eyes.

"Quick, quick, I need to be quick!" Long Yu got up in a hurry.

She walked briskly to the door of the hall and opened it.

Behind the door was a back courtyard that looked like a massive parade square. It was shrouded in mist, and a small spirit mountain was at the center of it.

Fortunately, Wang Ke was not here to witness this, or he would be in deep regret.

The ten million spirit stones he earned from selling insurance were nothing compared to this small spirit mountain!

A throne was laid at the food of the spirit mountain, and a scepter shrouded in black Qi was on it.

Long Yu quickly took hold of the scepter.

"Great Yin Sceptor! Quick, activate!" Long Yu cried out.

"Boooom!”

The scepter burst out in countless rays of ebony light that pierced into Long Yu's body. At once, Long Yu seemed like the center of a massive whirlpool, forcefully absorbing the spirit Qi from the spirit mountain.

"Faster, faster, faster!" Long Yu said fearsomely.

The spirit Qi swarmed toward her like a tsunami, swirling into her body like a spirit whirlpool.

"If it were before, I would not dare to absorb all of this forcefully. But things are different now; I have the dragon sphere! The leyline is the essence of the earth! And the dragon sphere is the essence of the leyline! Through it, I can absorb the earth's accumulated energy. Process!" Long Yu roared.

The dragon sphere was in her mouth. Long Yu had absorbed much of the dragon sphere such that it shrunk into only a small pellet. However, what remained was the actual essence. The outer shell that used to exist was just accumulated dragon Qi. The small pellet in her mouth surpassed everything else.

"Rumble!”

The entire spirit mountain was trembling.

Billowing spirit Qi was sucked toward her through the Great Yin Sceptor. The spirit mountain visibly shrunk in size, layer after layer.

And Long Yu was quickly regaining her cultivation.

Sometime later, Long Yu's eyes glowed brightly, and an octagonal ice flake appeared on her head.

"Immortal Ice? Shatter!" Long Yu shouted.

"Baaaam!”

The octagonal ice flake shattered. Apparently, as Long Yu recovered her cultivation, she had expelled the Immortal Ice fully from her body.

Long Yu continued to siphon the energy coming to her. As her cultivation was restored, she seemed even more powerful than before.

"The dragon sphere is the reason why I made it here! It's the reason why I manage to recover from my injuries beforehand. It's the reason why I can recover my cultivation so quickly. It's the reason why my cultivation will make a huge leap forward! And it is the reason... And Wang Ke is the one who gave it to me!" Speaking of Wang Ke, she looked a little heartbroken for a moment.

She remembered how casual Wang Ke was when gifting her the dragon sphere; that generosity without demanding repayment. And her nose started tingling again.

She reminisced about the times she spent with Wang Ke alone. Although she found many of Wang Ke's behaviors incomprehensible, he took care of her with extreme care, which she had never experienced it in her life.

Remembering how Wang Ke asked her to pose as the Demon Sovereign, she suddenly felt like laughing. And when she thought about how Wang Ke carried her in his arms when fleeing, her eyes softened.

The scene of Wang Ke risking his life to ensure her escape into the Crystal Palace flashed in her mind, and she was sad again.

"Se Yutian? How dare you betray me. I want you dead! If you dare kill Wang Ke, I will not give you an easy death!" Long Yu said with a ferocious look.

As she slowly regained her cultivation, she regained her ability to cast some spells. And so, she waved the scepter in her hand.

"Whoosh!”

An image was conjured amidst the dense fog that surrounded her. It was a rough picture of the entire Demonic Dragon Island.

Very quickly, Long Yu noticed a prison that held her subordinates whom she left to guard the place. They were apparently captured by Se Yutian and locked up.

Long Yu did not inspect further but moved the scene toward the Ten-thousand Blood Pool.

She saw Se Yutian's men keeping Tong An'an imprisoned with the unconscious She Qingqing. Long Yu frowned deeply.

"Where is Wang Ke? Why is he not there? Don't tell me Se Yutian killed him already?" Long Yu had an anxious but murderous look on her face.

Her eyes shot across the projection in the mist to capture the whereabouts of Se Yutian and the others.

Because the Demonic Dragon Island is situated within the Miasmic Sea, the miasmic fog is rather dense. She had to zoom in closely on each place to see clearly.

And soon, Long Yu zoomed toward the Crystal Palace's parade square.

She saw Se Yutian's subordinates stand there respectfully, and Long Yu grew worried.

"The Sacred Child's succession ceremony? The Four Parlor Lord's thrones? Humph, you guys really know how to maintain formalities! Wang Ke? It seems like he's most likely dead!" Long Yu said with a sorrowful look.

But just while she was sad, what she saw next shocked her.

"Wang... Wang Ke?" Long Yu cried out in shock.

She had experienced many grand occasions. She already foresaw Wang Ke's demise when he came to the Demonic Dragon Island for She Qingqing's sake.

But little did Long Yu expect to see Wang Ke sitting there.

Every seating position is carefully selected at such a high-level meeting in the demonic sect.

Only the Demon Sovereign and the four Parlor Lords could sit on those thrones.

The thrones represented the top of the demonic sect's hierarchy. They were not for any Tom, Dick, or Harry to sit. Any demonic sect disciple should know better than to sit there. Even if someone didn't, the Parlor Lords would stop them.

But Long Yu could not wrap her head around why Wang Ke was sitting casually on the highest throne.