The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The wreckage of the Xuanwu giant ship was swallowed by a huge whirlpool.

The sea has returned to calm.

Jiang Chen carried the two girls, whose bodies were ice-cold, back onto the deck.

The "Formless Technique" within his body emitted a greedy roar.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood, mixed with black silk and golden flames, spurted from Jiang Chen's mouth, burning a steaming hole in the steel deck in front of him.

He knelt down on one knee, his body trembling violently.

"Brother Jiang!"

Shen Suxin rushed over and reached out to help him, but was pushed away by the scorching heat emanating from his body.

"His body can't hold on any longer!"

"Dragon blood, holy light, and darkness—three forces are clashing within his body!"

Jiang Chen's skin was half red like a branding iron and half pitch black like ice.

Two forces intertwined and tore at his flesh and blood.

"Go to that island."

Jiang Chen pointed to an inconspicuous black dot on the distant horizon, his voice sounding as if it were squeezed out from between shattered bones.

"quick!"

Without a word, Xiao Ruoye kicked open the cockpit door and roared, "Turn! To that island! Full speed ahead!"

The warship turned around and headed towards the deserted island.

Jiang Chen leaned against the ship's railing, panting heavily, each breath bringing out a plume of hot white steam.

The two girls who had just been rescued, Lan Qin and Lin Yuan, huddled in a corner, looking at the half-human, half-demon man in terror.

"He...he's not going to eat us, is he?" Lan Qin hugged her knees, her voice trembling.

"He saved us," Lin Yuan whispered, watching Jiang Chen's pained figure disappear into the distance.

The warship docked.

Jiang Chen was the first to jump off the boat.

His feet landed on the beach of the deserted island, and the sand instantly melted, turning into black glass.

He didn't stop, but walked step by step toward the hundred-meter-high mountain in the center of the island.

"Keep up, everyone."

Xiao Ruoye, carrying the broken sword, beckoned to the crowd.

Jiang Chen walked to the foot of the mountain and looked up at the summit.

He raised his right foot and stomped down heavily.

"Boom!"

The entire deserted island shook violently.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread outwards from him toward the mountain.

The hard rock felt as if it had been smeared by an invisible giant hand.

The mountain peak, hundreds of meters high, was forcibly flattened in the middle.

A huge, smooth platform, as smooth as a mirror, appeared before everyone's eyes.

Jiang Chen leaped onto the platform, his eyes tightly closed.

He extended his right index finger, the tip of which burned with a chaotic flame.

Use your fingers as a pen and mountains as paper.

He began to carve on the flat rock.

Complex and ancient patterns flowed from his fingertips, deeply imprinting themselves into the mountain.

That's not a formation.

It was a huge, all-consuming "nest".

"Suxin, get them in their positions."

Jiang Chen's voice was somewhat weak.

Shen Suxin nodded and walked up to the two still-shaken girls.

"My two little sisters, don't be afraid."

Her voice was very soft.

"Wait a moment, all you need to do is sit in your assigned seats and give him your source power."

"He is saving you, and he is saving himself."

Lan Qin and Lin Yuan exchanged a glance, still somewhat hesitant.

"What are you dawdling for!" Xiao Ruoye walked over, her tone curt.

"That black ship belongs to Tianji Island, you should know that, right?"

"If you don't want to be taken back as a sacrifice, then listen to him."

Nine positions.

Xiao Ruoye was the first to walk to the west side, which represents "Geng Metal," and sat down cross-legged.

Junyao jingled a bell as she sat on the south side, which represented the "spirit gu," humming an off-key song.

Narancia purified the northeast corner, which represented "holy light," before he could barely sit down.

Ye You silently blended into the northwest corner, which represented "Darkness," as if she belonged to that shadow.

Shen Suxin led Lan Qin and Lin Yuan to the north, which represents "heavy water," and the east, which represents "green wood," respectively.

"What about the other two?" Xiao Ruoye frowned.

Before he could finish speaking...

Two streaks of light flew out from between Jiang Chen's eyebrows.

A streak landed in the southwest corner, transforming into a playful figure wearing a gothic dress and holding a rag doll—the origin of Tangtang's ghostly form.

Another figure landed in the southeast corner, transforming into a female phantom clad in ice armor with a cold and aloof demeanor; this was Su Jinyu's Ice Phoenix Body origin.

Before setting off, Jiang Chen carried their original imprints with him.

"sit."

Jiang Chen walked to the center of the formation and sat down cross-legged.

He finished speaking his last word.

The nine women closed their eyes simultaneously and unleashed their primal power without reservation.

"Buzz—!"

Nine beams of light, each a different color, shot into the sky.

Golden sharpness, green vitality, white purity, black deathly stillness...

Nine distinct sources of genius converged in the air, eventually flowing like a nine-colored celestial river into Jiang Chen's crown chakra.

"Ugh—!"

Jiang Chen raised his head and let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

Nine forces, like nine red-hot iron spikes, pierced into his body.

His flesh, veins, and bones were torn apart at that moment.

And deep within his bones, the "Immortal-Slaying Curse," which had lingered for twenty years, finally revealed its ferocious fangs.

One after another, dark, ominous incantations crawled out from his bones.

Like a flock of vultures drawn by the scent of blood, they frantically tore at and devoured the nine primal elements that had just flooded in.

Furthermore, they must eradicate the incompletely formed true dragon destiny within Jiang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Brother Jiang!" Blood trickled from the corner of Shen Suxin's mouth; forcibly activating her source energy had greatly depleted her resources.

"Hold on!" Veins bulged on Xiao Ruoye's forehead, and the Geng metal energy transformed into a sharp sword phantom, hovering above her head.

The faces of the nine women all turned deathly pale.

They could feel their power being rapidly devoured by the black incantation.

Jiang Chen's life force was also rapidly fading away.

Just as the phantom of the true dragon was about to be completely engulfed by the black runes...

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

In his murky eyes, there was no pain, only madness.

"You dare steal what's mine?"

The dark purple golden core covered with Dao patterns in his sea of ​​consciousness was rotating in reverse.

The Formless Decision, Great Perfection!

It's no longer just about simply enduring.

Instead...plunder!

"roar--!"

A high-pitched dragon roar exploded from his chest.

The nine primal forces that surged into the body were no longer a gentle stream.

They transformed into nine sharp knives, tempered to their limit and gleaming with a cold light.

Led by Jiang Chen's Formless True Qi, he fiercely and decisively slashed at the black runes that crawled out of his marrow.

"collapse!"

A muffled cracking sound came from Jiang Chen's body.

It is the eighth shackle.

Broken.

Those arrogant black runes, as if their roots had been severed, began to dissipate.

But it's not over yet.

The nine sharp blades, formed from the power of the primordial source, continued their relentless advance.

They merged into one, transforming into a colossal, all-encompassing chaotic sword that pierced the depths of Jiang Chen's consciousness—the last and most solid shackle.

"Click—"

A tiny crack appeared on the ninth shackle.

"Smash it!"

Jiang Chen looked up at the sky and let out the most exhilarating roar he had ever let out since arriving in this world.

"Boom!"

The ninth shackle, along with the Immortal-Slaying Curse that had haunted him for two lifetimes, turned into dust in this instant.

All the black runes vanished completely.

An unprecedented, pure, and vast power surged forth from every cell in his body.

A fierce wind was blowing on the platform.

A solid, ferocious phantom of an ancient dragon with five claws rose into the sky from behind Jiang Chen.

It coiled around Jiang Chen's side, its huge dragon head lowered, staring at him with its golden vertical pupils.

Jiang Chen slowly stood up.

His injuries had long since disappeared.

The newborn skin is as smooth and warm as jade, yet it contains the power to tear stars apart.

He looked down at his hands.

Then, slowly clench your fist.

"Click...click..."

The air around his fist could not withstand the terrifying power.

It produced a series of crisp sounds, like glass shattering.

Tiny, black spatial cracks, as fine as hair, appeared and disappeared between his knuckles.