A Mortal's Start in the Spirit Beast Mountain

Chapter 465 Soaring Through the Stars

Two days and two nights of relentless, desperate pursuit.

Above the vast outer sea, two streaks of light, one blue and one gold, like shooting stars, tore through the clouds and swept across the sea, moving so fast that the low-level demonic beasts below only felt a flash of light above their heads and a gust of wind hitting their faces, unable to see what they were at all.

On the majestic face of the Golden Dragon King, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt and impatience flashed in his golden vertical pupils.

He gazed at the azure-gold streak of light ahead, which maintained its maximum speed without showing any signs of weakening, and inwardly marveled: "This boy—his magical power is so formidable? With only early-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, to wield such a rapidly flying magical artifact for two days and two nights, even an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator should be exhausted. How come he shows no signs of fatigue? Could he have been constantly consuming elixirs that instantly restore magical power? But how can such elixirs be taken so casually as low-grade pills?"

He himself possessed the cultivation of a late-stage Transformation Realm cultivator, with boundless magical power. However, after continuously using extremely energy-consuming escape techniques and secret arts, along with his natal magic weapon, the "Sky-Splitting Thunder Dragon Spear," to speed through the air for two days, he also felt a bit tired, and his magical power was greatly depleted. Yet, the young man in front of him maintained a speed as steady as a rock!

"No!" A fierce glint flashed in the Golden Flood Dragon King's eyes as he considered a possibility. "His flying shuttle magic weapon is incredibly fast yet remarkably stable, showing no signs of violent fluctuations in magical power—could it be that this treasure isn't primarily driven by the cultivator's magical power, but rather—directly consumes spirit stones? And of a high grade!"

At this speed, ordinary mid-grade spirit stones certainly couldn't supply the spiritual energy consumption. The only possibility is that the other party has a lot of high-grade spirit stones.

Thinking of this, the Golden Flood Dragon King's face became even more gloomy and ugly.

If that's the case, then it will all come down to a contest of spirit stone reserves. If he, the demon king who has ruled the outer seas for thousands of years, were to hunt down a mere human junior in the early Nascent Soul stage, only to have the enemy escape due to insufficient magical power, where would he, the Golden Flood Dragon King, put his face? The entire demon race would see him as a laughingstock!

"Hmph! I'd like to see how many high-grade spirit stones you can squander!"

The Golden Dragon King snorted coldly, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, but he still took out a warm, smooth jade bottle.

Upon uncorking the bottle, an extremely pure and seemingly boundless spiritual energy wafts out. Just a whiff of it is enough to invigorate one's spirit and subtly activate one's magical power.

It is none other than the renowned life-saving spiritual treasure of the cultivation world—Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk! Just one drop can instantly replenish all the mana of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

"To chase after you, you little thief, I'm actually wasting a drop of spiritual milk—" The Golden Flood Dragon King gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and inhaled a drop of milky white...

The liquid, imbued with a rich spiritual light, flew into his mouth.

"Buzz!"

The vast and pure spiritual energy instantly melted within his body, like a torrent flowing into a dried-up riverbed. His magical power, which had been depleted by the long chase, was restored to its full strength in the blink of an eye, and even became more pure and vibrant!

He naturally wouldn't wait until his mana was completely depleted before replenishing it. In the world of cultivation, all cultivators share a consensus: it's best not to have less than half of your mana. Unless you don't have time to replenish it, it's best to have plenty of mana to avoid any unexpected situations.

The Golden Flood Dragon King was greatly encouraged. He let out a low shout, and the Thunder Dragon Spear he was standing on shone with golden light. The lightning patterns flashed wildly and merged with the golden light around him. His speed suddenly increased again, like golden lightning cutting through the sky. The distance between him and the blue escape light in front of him began to close steadily once again!

Ahead, inside the Wind-Escape Shuttle.

Luo Ming's face was slightly pale. For two consecutive days, he had been pushing the Wind-Escape Shuttle to its fullest extent and maintaining the Blood Shadow Avatar of the Rending Wind Beast by burning its essence blood, which was a huge burden on his consciousness and blood.

Although he mainly relies on the embedded high-grade wind and metal elemental spirit stones for power, and his own mana consumption is relatively low, maintaining the mana burning of the avatar still consumes a lot of his own mana. Otherwise, the Riftwind Beast avatar would probably have been completely exhausted by now.

He had just keenly sensed that the Golden Flood Dragon King's aura behind him seemed to have weakened slightly, and its speed had also slowed down a bit. He was just beginning to feel relieved, thinking that his attrition tactic was starting to work. But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he sensed that terrifying aura behind him suddenly intensify, and the speed increased again, closing in even closer!

"He really does have a way to quickly restore his magical power! Ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk? Or some other similar treasure?" Luo Mingxin's heart sank.

His greatest reliance was using the Wind-Trapping Shuttle to conserve his own mana and using a massive amount of spirit stones to wear down his opponent.

However, as the overlord of an alien sea, the opponent possesses profound resources and clearly has the trump card of instant recovery. The plan to outlast the opponent is likely doomed.

"Silver Moon!" Luo Ming shouted without hesitation.

A flash of silver light appeared on his sleeve, and a small wolf, entirely silver-white with lively eyes, leaped out—the very essence of the Silver Moon Wolf Soul.

It was already connected to Luo Ming's mind and instantly understood the situation.

"Brother Luo, leave it to me!" Silver Moon didn't hesitate. With a wave of her little paw, a silver light entered the control core of the Wind-Escape Shuttle, taking over most of Luo Ming's control responsibilities.

Although it has no physical form and weak magical power, its divine consciousness is strong and connected with Luo Ming, so it has no problem controlling the shuttle to maintain straight flight and avoid obvious obstacles.

Luo Ming felt the pressure ease, allowing him to focus more on maintaining the increasingly dim and unstable Blood Shadow of the Rending Wind Beast in front of him.

This avatar is burning its primordial essence to forcibly accelerate, which is extremely damaging to the avatar itself and cannot be sustained for long.

"Silver Moon, Silver Shark Island!" Luo Ming said through gritted teeth, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and determination.

Yin Yue maneuvered the Wind-Escape Shuttle, slightly adjusting its direction as it shot towards Silver Shark Island. At the same time, she anxiously transmitted her voice, "Brother Luo, can we really make it back in time? Even if we do, can Silver Shark Island's formation hold off this old dragon?"

Luo Ming's face was grim. His gaze pierced through the shuttle wall as he looked at the approaching golden lightning bolt behind him. He said in a deep voice, "The only way forward is to return to Silver Shark Island and rely on the island's great formation to hold out. Only then will we have a chance of survival. If we can gather everyone's strength, we might be able to hold it off. If even the formation can't stop it—" A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Then we'll have to activate the backup long-distance teleportation array, take Yao'er and the others, and temporarily retreat to the Inner Star Sea."

As he said this, Luo Ming felt a sense of powerlessness. His previous breakthrough in body refinement had given him a significant boost in strength, making him feel superior to others of his level and even capable of contending with ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

But when he truly faced an old monster like the Golden Flood Dragon King, who stood at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul stage, he genuinely felt the gap between them.

The mere sight of his opponent's Sky-Splitting Thunder Dragon Spear locking onto him sent chills down his spine and pierced his very soul. If struck, even his formidable physique would likely be unable to withstand its sharpness. Speed ​​might allow him to manage a mere stalemate, but attack, defense, magical artifacts, and the foundation of his supernatural abilities—

They were completely crushed.

Stop and fight? That's suicide.

The only thing he can do now is to escape! Desperately escape back to Silver Shark Island, relying on its terrain to fight for a chance of survival!

The Wind Shuttle, transformed into a cyan-gold light, trailed a gradually dimming crimson tail, hurtling towards Silver Shark Island like a shooting star. Behind it, golden lightning relentlessly pursued, its killing intent overwhelming.

For the next few days, the chase continued on the vast outer sea. Luo Ming poured all his magical power into the already dim and weak blood shadow avatar of the Riftwind Beast ahead, trying to slow down the rate at which it burned its essence and collapsed completely. At the same time, he held a high-grade spirit stone in his hand, racing against time to recover his own energy.

Thanks to the fact that the Wind-Traveling Shuttle was mainly driven by spirit stones, his own mana consumption was still within a controllable range. With the addition of high-grade spirit stones, he was able to barely maintain this extreme speed and maintain a delicate balance with the Golden Flood Dragon King who was closely following behind.

A glimmer of hope gradually ignited in Luo Ming's heart: perhaps he could really hold out until he returned to Silver Shark Island!

However, just as he relaxed his guard slightly, "Whoa—!!!"

About a hundred miles behind, the Golden Dragon King suddenly raised its head and let out a high-pitched, majestic dragon roar with a special rhythm! This dragon roar pierced through the clouds and rolled between the sea and sky. It was not just a simple angry roar, but more like a command containing specific information!

Upon hearing the roar, Luo Ming's expression changed drastically! Having accompanied the Azure Dragon for many years, he was familiar with the language and habits of the dragon race. This dragon's roar was clearly a summons or command to nearby members of its own race or affiliated demon races to intercept and obstruct him!

"not good!"

Almost at the same moment Luo Ming raised the warning signal, the previously calm sea ahead began to churn violently without warning! The seawater seemed to boil, and a huge, terrifying shadow rapidly rose from the depths!

"Splash—!"

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Accompanied by a deafening roar of water, a dozen or so dark purple tentacles, as thick as water tanks and hundreds of feet long, covered with suckers and ferocious barbs, burst through the sea like monsters from the abyss, carrying immense force and a stench, and came from all directions to entwine and slap at the high-speed Wind-Escape Shuttle!

Judging from its imposing presence, it was clearly a giant octopus demon beast in its early stages of transformation! It had obviously been lying in ambush here for some time, and upon receiving the Golden Flood Dragon King's order, it immediately launched an attack, intending to intercept Luo Ming.

Luo Ming scanned the creature with his divine sense and realized that it was only in the early stage of the Transformation Realm, which reassured him somewhat. Under normal circumstances, he could easily destroy such a demon, but now, being chased by the Golden Flood Dragon King, any delay could be fatal.

"Silver Moon, no need to slow down! Activate the Bladebreaker Cone restriction and charge straight ahead!" Luo Ming shouted urgently, while injecting more mana into the Wind Shuttle.

"Understood!" Silver Moon's little paws quickly tapped on the control array.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The dozen or so giant tentacles that slapped and coiled towards them had barely touched the protective aura surrounding the Wind-Escape Shuttle when a golden beam of light, only as thick as an arm but as solid as a physical object and so dazzling as to be blinding, shot out from the tip of the Breaking Edge Cone! The beam of light flashed and disappeared in an instant, faster than the demon cultivator's reaction!

"Puff puff puff puff————"

A series of teeth-grinding, muffled cutting sounds followed.

The thick tentacles blocking the way of the Wind-Escape Shuttle were instantly sliced ​​into pieces by the golden beam of light, like butter being cut by a hot knife.

Several sections!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and dark purple blood gushed out like a waterfall, staining a large area of ​​the sea red.