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Chapter 441 Who is Your Excellency?
That cold, enormous eye remained silently suspended in the darkness of the deep sea.

The enormous eyes, like those of an iceberg, were staring at Chen Ye, making him feel that his reason was being shattered bit by bit by this immense pressure.

At that moment, the surrounding seawater seemed no longer to be liquid, but had turned into a solid, invisible crystal, freezing him firmly within it.

Chen Ye was unable to move.

He was already a dragon, and this ocean should have been his home, the source of his power.

But now, the sea has become a cage, trapping him inside.

He could feel the endless flow of water elemental power around him, but he could no longer mobilize even a fraction of it. It no longer obeyed him, but instead submitted to the terrifying behemoth before him.

Without needing the person to introduce themselves, Chen Ye had already guessed their identity.

That prisoner, whose length of imprisonment is unknown, is a true immortal deep within the Ruins of Return.

No... he should now be called the master of Guixu.

Despite their best efforts and even risking their lives, Fei Lian and I couldn't stop this person from breaking free of the cage.

Could it be that the black dog is the key to suppressing this true immortal?

What about the Reverse Star Sea Formation? Has it already been broken?
Where are those senior Daoist friends who set up the great formation now?

Countless questions surged wildly in Chen Ye's mind. He was usually able to think calmly, but now Chen Ye felt only emptiness inside.

He could do nothing in front of a true immortal.

He could only watch helplessly as the colossal creature gradually materialized, a dragon's head appearing whose full form was obscured. The area from its eyes to the corners of its mouth was already larger than the White Whale ship of Tianxin Island.

The dragon's body resembled a winding mountain range rising from the earth.

Chen Ye felt like a speck of dust that had been flung away by the dragon's flip, wanting to get away from this terrifying thing, but trapped in the vortex of its movement and unable to escape.

Dark cracks appeared in the sea, as if the dragon had shattered space with just a slight movement, and the whole world was as fragile as porcelain in front of this dragon.

Just as Chen Ye was about to be torn apart by these broken spatial rifts, the enormous creature seemed to sense Chen Ye's weakness and let out a deep dragon roar.

The enormous, seemingly endless body paused for a moment, then emitted countless points of eerie blue light.

When the light faded, a figure replaced the dragon and hovered in front of Chen Ye.

He was a man with a cold expression, wearing a simple, dark black robe with few decorations, exuding a deep and mysterious aura.

Chen Ye recognized the clothes; he was currently wearing a robe that could change shape with his body.

His figure was tall and upright, with his hands behind his back. Although he was much smaller than Chen Ye's dragon body, Chen Ye did not feel that his aura had weakened in the slightest.

Above his head, two dragon horns, as if carved from black jade, stood proudly, proclaiming his identity as a dragon.

The dragon bloodline within him seemed to echo his own from afar, giving Chen Ye an urge to submit.

Looking at this person's face, it can be described as sharply defined, with distinct angles.

However, a hideous scar almost cuts his face open. The scar starts from his left temple, runs diagonally across his closed left eye, and extends all the way to his jaw.

It is not an old wound that has healed.

The flesh of the scar was slightly turned outward, showing a dark red color. Within the wound, one could even see a trace of extremely sharp white energy.

Chen Ye could see it clearly; this was obviously the Geng metal energy condensed to its extreme.

Just like the barrier that previously enveloped the Ruins of Return, touching it would result in injury from this sharp aura, so the two should originate from the same source.

This immortal was imprisoned in the Ruins of Return for countless years, and the scars on his face had not yet fully healed.

After transforming into human form, this true immortal seemed to have restrained most of his power, at least he wouldn't shatter the void with a mere gesture.

Just then, Chen Ye heard a loud bang.

The black dog, bound by golden ropes, broke free and lunged at the man before him, its gaping maw, like a black hole, attempting to swallow the prisoner of the Void. Chen Ye only heard a cold laugh.

Then they saw the person in front of them casually wave his long sleeves, and the seawater turned into billions of sharp spikes, instantly riddling the black dog with holes.

A agonizing howl rang out as the black dog's body convulsed wildly, yet it was unable to break free no matter what it did.

Even though the hungry ghosts couldn't harm the black dog in the slightest, Chen Ye had seen the black dog endure countless attacks without losing a single hair. Yet, the sharp spikes formed from seawater could pierce through the black dog's illusory body and make it howl in agony.
The man in front of him glanced at the black dog and sneered, "What a loyal beast, even in death you won't let your spirit linger. But without your master, what are you?!"

Enjoying the black dog's mournful howl for a moment, the True Immortal before him turned and sent it flying into the Void.

Then the ancient palace, which resembled ruins, began to rumble and the massive, conch-shaped building began to shake.

Amidst a deafening roar, the Ruins of Return began to spin.

It started slowly, but in the blink of an eye it reached its limit.

What revolves around it is not just the building itself, but also the surrounding seawater, light, and even the space.

A massive, visible whirlpool formed at the very bottom of this deep sea, frantically pulling at everything around it.

Chen Ye saw that the once majestic palaces, the broken stone pillars, and the endless ruins were all stretched and twisted in this irresistible rotation, eventually turning into streams of fluid mixed with light and darkness, collapsing towards the very center of the vortex.

The roaring sound reached its peak and then suddenly disappeared.

In the final, deathly silence, a conch shell the size of a palm appeared in the palm of the person before them.

The surface of the conch shell is smooth and deep, covered with flowing patterns. Upon closer inspection, one can almost see the phantom images of countless palaces rising and falling within it.

Such a massive Ruins of Return, turned into a magical artifact and put away?
The black dog, which left everyone baffled, was sealed inside the magical artifact.

Chen Ye was completely numb. There was no way he could possibly defeat the person in front of him. Even if all the cultivation levels of all the cultivators in the world were combined with Chen Ye, it would be useless.

After doing all this, the person in front of him came to Chen Ye and carefully examined his dragon body.

Then, the man scoffed, "What a fine Eight-Nine Arcane Technique! It's already quite accomplished. The imitation of my son's aura is even three-tenths similar. I must have been blind to not notice it."

Chen Ye felt the seawater around him constantly squeezing his body, crushing his bones and flesh into mud, and even his soul was about to shatter.

Just then, a ball of light shone in front of Chen Ye, enveloping him and shielding him from the endless pressure.

The outline of a scripture was faintly visible, which saved Chen Ye's life.

It was the Ksitigarbha Sutra, which I hadn't read in a long time. Every time Chen Ye was in mortal danger, this treasure would automatically protect its owner.

Even the mighty power of the Buddha's palm can be resisted by the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

Chen Yegang felt a glimmer of hope that this magic weapon could work again.

However, the person before him merely frowned, and the Buddhist light protecting Chen Ye's body shattered inch by inch. The Ksitigarbha Sutra also seemed to have suffered a severe blow, losing all its light in an instant.

The immense pressure came again, and Chen Ye's flesh and bones began to turn into minced meat once more.

This time, his life is truly in danger.

Judging from the scars on this man's face and the four dragons nailed to the gate of Guixu, one could guess that he had a deep-seated hatred for the black dog's master. Chen Ye happened to learn that person's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, so there was no chance of him surviving.

The person in front of him wasn't incapable of killing him instantly, but rather, out of consideration for the murder of his son, he wanted to prolong Chen Ye's death.

However, when the time came, Chen Ye calmed down.

It's all the same whether I die or not. I've already died once, so what's there to be afraid of?

Chen Ye tried to speak and found that he could still talk, so he asked the question that was on his mind the most.

"Sir, who exactly are you?"

(End of this chapter)