Chapter 670

Chapter 670: The Fire Dragon’s Submission

"That’s truly outrageous. I initially thought I could take it easy, but now it seems I have no choice but to get serious." Ye Yun braced against the incoming giant fist with his Purple Shadow Divine Sword. Just as he prepared to swing the blade to slay the troll, a shadow loomed behind him, forcing him to teleport away using spatial laws.

"In that case, I can’t stick to conserving spiritual power anymore." He unleashed Thunder Spirit Qi toward the troll swarm, bursting with purple light. Ye Yun realized his teleportation range within this Deceptive Array had shrunk drastically—what normally spanned seven miles now barely covered seven or eight zhang.

Even at full strength, this was his limit. As the trolls charged again, Ye Yun whipped Ice Spirit Qi outward, conjuring a storm that swept through the paralyzed horde. When both his Ice and Fire Spirit Qi reserves dropped to forty percent, his heart sank at the sight of only four fallen trolls.

The Born as a Sword technique couldn’t be sustained. His last resort was sacrificing his alchemy pill to replenish spiritual power.

"If I did this in reality, I’d regret it. But here… maybe it’s worth trying." Channeling his remaining energy into his dantian, Ye Yun’s eyes turned cold as a golden glow different from before emanated from him. White light enveloped his body as he teleported directly into the troll swarm.

"Ice Spirit Divine Palm!"

A colossal ice palm slammed down. Ye Yun expended all the spiritual power stored in his alchemy pill while his Purple Shadow Divine Sword vibrated fiercely, releasing three sword beams that pierced through the trolls.

"The pill won’t hold much longer." Watching his alchemy pill’s luster dim, Ye Yun grimaced. More low-level trolls emerged. He clenched his hands, compressing Fire Spirit Qi into a searing orb.

"Go!"

Halting the pill’s sacrifice, he stared at the blazing vortex before him, now nearly drained. "I’ve relied too much on the Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique’s replenishment. Without it, I’d never pull this off in reality."

Though suppressed, the flames still ravaged the miniature world. Acrid smoke filled Ye Yun’s nostrils—a stench like rotting flesh. He frowned, ready to leave.

When the inferno died, a cold voice echoed: "Second layer cleared. Mid-grade Immortal artifact, Moonlight Blade, awarded."

A silver crescent blade materialized beside him. Its elegant curve radiated lethal beauty. Even Ye Yun, no blade master, recognized its quality rivaled top-tier Immortal artifacts.

"This trial’s difficulty spiked. Let’s hope the third layer eases up." He chuckled dryly, knowing it unlikely.

Returning to reality, Ye Yun exhaled and smirked at the Ancestor of the Sword Path. "Well? Another victory through cleverness."

"You endured well. The guardian spirit cranked the second layer’s difficulty, didn’t it?" The Ancestor studied Ye Yun’s smug expression.

"How’d you know?" Ye Yun frowned. The Ancestor shouldn’t have pierced the array’s veil—his soul power couldn’t penetrate the stone tablet.

"Simple. The trial adjusts based on what challengers carry."

Seeing Ye Yun’s reaction confirmed his guess. The Ancestor sighed. "Walk the proper path. Did you truly think a genius’s array would crumble to cheap tricks?"

"Doesn’t matter. I brought the Purple Shadow Divine Sword. Our bet stands." Ye Yun shrugged.

"Then I win! Your ‘loophole’ failed—the difficulty remained." The Ancestor puffed up.

"I bet on bringing the sword to use Born as a Sword. You agreed." Ye Yun raised an eyebrow. "They say ‘age brings wisdom,’ but you’re the exception."

"*Cough* A… minor oversight. My old ears falter sometimes."

"A two-thousand-year-old relic’s bound to decay. Don’t worry—I’ll humor you." Ye Yun smirked.

"Fine! I lost," the Ancestor grumbled. "Must you make me say it?"

"How else to confirm defeat?" Ye Yun checked his pill—stable, as expected.

"Next time, I’ll just stay silent!"

"Pride truly blinds you." Ye Yun’s smile faded. "Now, about that supreme Immortal artifact…"

"Thought you forgot the Fire Dragon Whip." The Ancestor grinned at Ye Yun’s icy gaze. "Strike whenever. That beast tried ambushing you during fire poison flare-ups. I blocked it—without me or the Heart of Immortals and Demons, you’d be a ghost."

"Ungrateful curs. They’ll betray you without proper taming." Watching Jin An and Golden Ling’er meditate, Ye Yun set a Deceptive Array and focused inward.

The Fire Dragon Whip’s spirit loomed—a massive serpent with blazing golden eyes. "After this long confinement, ready to submit?" Ye Yun asked coolly.

"ROAR!" Magma surged from its maw.

"Freeze." In Ye Yun’s domain, the dragon’s defiance meant nothing. The eruption halted mid-air.

"Notice something different?" Ye Yun stepped closer. The dragon remembered its defeat—how Ye Yun, poisoned and weakened, had still subdued it. Now, toxin-free and radiant, Ye Yun’s aura dwarfed the dragon’s waning power.

"Submit or die. Choose." The Ancestor’s projection smirked.

With a final growl, the dragon bowed. Pure fire energy flooded Ye Yun, incinerating every poison trace. A faint smile touched his lips.

"Finally, a supreme Immortal artifact." Ye Yun eyed the crimson whip now in his grip. Its fire energy synergized with his own, surpassing even the Purple Shadow Divine Sword’s amplification.

"Ancestor, I still have twenty-seven top-quality Immortal artifacts, correct?"

"Behind the dragon. The Fire Flame Triad Array’s second stage is your current limit. Did the artifact’s memories grant insights?"

"Yes." Ye Yun absorbed the knowledge. With a wave, twenty-seven artifacts flew into his grasp. "Time to reshape battles."