708: Chapter 254: Into the Sea Eye_5 708: Chapter 254: Into the Sea Eye_5 Just at that moment, Sun Wukong suddenly sensed a whiff of danger.
Without a word, he immediately dodged.
An arrow shot through where he had just been standing, trailing a divine rainbow, nearly piercing the entire space.
Sun Wukong was shocked, such proficient archery.
Judging solely from this attack, he was almost on par with Great Yi.
You should know that this place was filled with resentful spirits, or corpses of the dead.
Someone who could shoot an arrow with such might after death, must have been incredibly powerful in life.
It was very likely that this was a sub-paramount God of Archery, whose strength was extremely formidable.
A gleam flashed in Wukong’s eyes as he saw that being.
It was a humanoid creature, not so different in size from a human.
The only difference was the fine scales on the creature’s body, and at that moment, its eyes were vacant, having just instinctively fired an arrow.
That was the instinct of a corpse, sensing a powerful opponent and thus firing that arrow.
At this moment, the corpse drew its bow and notched another arrow, ready to let loose once more.
Something stirred within Sun Wukong; he charged forward.
The Golden Hoop appeared in his hand, gripped tightly, and then he brought it down in a powerful smash.
The corpse reacted instantly, skillfully evading Sun Wukong’s strike and increasing the distance between them before drawing its bowstring.
A light arrow emerged, shooting straight at him.
Last time, Sun Wukong hadn’t been prepared and had still avoided being hit, let alone this time, when he was ready, making it even less of a threat to him.
He effortlessly dodged the arrow and rushed towards his opponent, this time not giving them another chance.
His staff swung out, and the surrounding void was locked down, the opponent had no chance to break through.
The corpse could only meet Sun Wukong’s attack with its longbow.
Clang.
It actually blocked Sun Wukong’s strike and simultaneously, the bowstring swiftly sliced towards Sun Wukong’s head.
This greatly surprised Wukong; this thing was adept at close combat as well.
Without any hesitation, Sun Wukong moved again, fighting the creature.
Sun Wukong found that the corpse’s martial arts were incredibly strong.
Even now, devoid of life, it could still battle fiercely with Sun Wukong.
After dozens of exchanges, Sun Wukong finally shattered the opponent with a strike from his staff.
He let out a deep sigh of relief; the foe was indeed strong, extremely so.
Had this being been alive, Sun Wukong wouldn’t dare say he could defeat it, and it was highly likely he would have been defeated.
He couldn’t help but marvel once again at the might of the primordial myriad races; any creature that appeared possessed the strength to suppress him.
If he were in the Primordial realm, he definitely wouldn’t have achieved such a great reputation.
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Sun Wukong continued on.
Endless resentful spirits surged towards him, all extinguished by the Buddha’s Light emanating from his body.
Occasionally, some powerful resentful spirits could break through his Buddha’s Light, but they too were easily killed by Sun Wukong.
It took half a day before he reached the deepest part of the Sea Eye.
Everything here was silent, even the blood-colored moonlight was no longer visible.
No resentful spirits were to be found in this place of absolute quiet, like an eternal night, silent and devoid of all existence.
But Sun Wukong knew that there were powerful and terrible beings present.
He stepped forward and suddenly, light flooded forth.
The entire world became brightly lit, revealing a tremendously large dragon before him.
Sun Wukong looked ahead, recognizing that this must be the true form of the Ancestral Dragon.
The Ancestral Dragon was massive, tens of thousands of miles long, with a ferocious dragon head, immeasurable in size, its eyes larger than mountains.
Moreover, the Ancestral Dragon’s appearance was far from what was considered aesthetically pleasing now.
The Ancestral Dragon looked too fierce, its body covered in scales and scars from blades and swords; the residual aura, even after eons and countless years, was still chilling.
That aura was left by beings who were at least at the sub-paramount level.
The Ancestral Dragon’s own claws shone with a cold light, sharp teeth bared, and its dragon horns also gleamed menacingly, as if they could pierce through the entire world.
It was too horrifying.
Is this the Ancestral Dragon?
Just one glance could make one’s heart pound and skin crawl.
Sun Wukong took a deep breath.
At the moment, the Ancestral Dragon’s eyes lacked any focus.
However, Sun Wukong didn’t dare let his guard down, sensing a very strong evil aura from the Ancestral Dragon’s body.
Which meant that the Ancestral Dragon in front of him was either possessed by demon spirits or had already transformed into one.
At this time, Sun Wukong wished he had asked whether there would be any issue if he smashed the Ancestral Dragon’s corpse to bring it back.
Sun Wukong felt that to defeat this thing, he had to blast it to pieces.
At this moment in the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, the Ancestral Dragon couldn’t help saying, “I forgot to tell the Great Saint that he just needs to bring back my corpse, I just want to use the corpse to fully transform from death to life, any shape will do.”
“Isn’t that a bit disrespectful to you?”
Ao Zhan couldn’t help saying.
After glancing at Ao Zhan, the Ancestral Dragon said, “What respect or disrespect?
If my corpse becomes a demon spirit, do you think it’s going to be easy to deal with?
If the Great Saint doesn’t go all out, he might get killed in the Sea Eye, and then would respect or disrespect still matter?”
Ao Zhan was startled and quickly said, “Then I pray that the Great Saint will smash your corpse into a complete mess, it must be utterly obliterated.”
Smack.
A slap landed on Ao Zhan’s face, and the Ancestral Dragon said irritably, “Shut your flowery mouth.
What kind of curse is that on your own father?
Making sure that even after my death, I can’t rest peaceably.”
Ao Zhan covered his face, on the verge of tears.
No matter what he said, it was wrong.
Ao Zhan willingly shut his mouth, not daring to speak again.
Being slapped in public by the Ancestral Dragon was just too embarrassing for someone of his age.