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The Overseas Domain was vast and boundless.

Having left the Central Earth, the Nether Spring Taoist transformed into a near-imperceptible crimson mist, skimming low across the surface of the sea.

He followed a faint pull from the very origin of the Blood Spirit Scripture, a connection that existed in the unseen world. His pace varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and he would occasionally change direction, as if tracing an invisible thread across the vast ocean.

The Blood Sea Dao, though Supreme Yin and utterly foul, was faintly connected to the blood and qi of all living beings in the world.

When a practitioner of this Dao perished, the "brand" their True Spirit left in the Blood Sea would become faint and ethereal with reincarnation.

But for the Nether Spring Taoist, who hailed from the same source and had already condensed the Taiyou Nether Spring Dharma Body,

as long as the distance wasn’t so great as to cross an unimaginable chasm, there would always be a faint, near-imperceptible connection to follow.

However, in the Overseas lands, this connection was subject to much interference.

The Spiritual Qi of the Overseas was vastly different from that of the Central Earth. It was abundant with the water element, islands were scattered like stars on a chessboard, and countless Secret Realms, Alien Races, and ancient Daoist lineages lay hidden in the deep sea, the misty clouds, and even the cracks of the void.

The chaotic and mixed auras of this place naturally interfered with many tracking Secret Skills.

As the Nether Spring Taoist traveled, he often had to pause to sense and distinguish the weak fluctuation, which was buried under layers of chaotic energy.

Over several months, he passed several large islands. The Cultivators on them, whether righteous or demonic, strong or weak, were mostly wary or even probing when they saw a strange, lone Cultivator like him with such a bizarre aura.

In the face of those who blocked his path, interrogated him, or harbored ill intentions, the Nether Spring Taoist was quite direct. With a sweep of his Blood Sea, he turned their essence blood and Divine Souls into Resources to nourish it. He acted with ruthless decisiveness, leaving no loose ends, which in turn deterred many would-be troublemakers.

After about three months of this winding journey, crossing several chaotic sea regions known for their danger,

the connection finally became clear and stable, pointing toward a vast stretch of sea to the Northwest, perpetually shrouded in thick fog.

The Nether Spring Taoist’s spirits lifted, and he sped up.

Passing through the dense, cotton-like, gray-white sea fog, the view suddenly opened up before him.

The azure sky was like a freshly washed canvas, the sea surface as calm as a giant jade stone. Glimmering waves reflected the heavens’ light, so pure it seemed untouched by dust.

Where the sea met the sky in the distance, seven islands of varying sizes were arranged in the formation of the Big Dipper.

On the islands, green mountains rose in layers, waterfalls cascaded, and Spiritual Birds and Exotic Beasts roamed the forests and springs. It was a magnificent immortal vista, and the Spiritual Qi was far richer than that of any other Overseas island he had seen before.

The water in the central sea region, encircled by the seven islands, had a strange, gentle hue somewhere between cyan and gold. Beneath the surface, the faint outlines of a vast and magnificent palace complex were visible. Bright Pearls served as lamps and coral as decoration; the shell-pavilions and pearl-palaces were too numerous to count.

Occasionally, sea-patrolling Yaksha—half-human, half-fish, and clad in scaled armor—swam by in formation, and Cultivators with extraordinary auras came and went, riding on clouds of water.

’Seven Stars Arching Moon Sea, an outer fief of the Dragon Race, Bixuan Palace...’ The Nether Spring Taoist’s blood-red eyes narrowed as he recognized the place.

Before setting out, he had obtained a great deal of intelligence on Overseas powers from his main body.

This Bixuan Palace was established by a branch of the Dragon Race.

Though not a top-tier power like the East Sea Dragon Palace, it was an undisputed hegemon in the surrounding waters. It ruled over a territory of hundreds of thousands of miles, was overseen by a True Dragon, and was not a force that ordinary powers dared to provoke.

And that clear Blood Sea connection to the Elder Master was originating from the island in the "Megrez" position among the seven main islands.

The Nether Spring Taoist concealed his aura, retracting all of his tyrannical blood-red light. He transformed into an inconspicuous gray Escape Light and mingled with the other Cultivators, approaching Megrez Island.

The island was even more prosperous than it appeared from a distance. The streets were paved with pure white Sea Jade, lined with shops selling rare sea treasures, Spirit Medicine, and Magical Artifacts. The bustling crowds were a mix of Cultivators and members of the Transformed Water Race.

Following the connection, the Nether Spring Taoist wound through streets and alleys, finally arriving at an elegant district near the center of the island.

The pavilions here were more exquisite and occupied a vast area. They were shrouded by an Array, making it difficult for outsiders to approach.

The entrance was guarded by soldiers in standard-issue Cyan Scale Armor. Their auras were sharp, and their armor was engraved with the emblem of Bixuan Palace—a cyan dragon scale surrounded by water ripples.

The Nether Spring Taoist hid in a private room of a distant teahouse. Looking out the window, his gaze penetrated the Flowing Light of the Array—imperceptible to ordinary Cultivators—and landed on an elegant, small building constructed by the water, deep within the estate.

On the small building’s terrace, a figure stood leaning against the railing.

He was a young man who appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a moon-white Cloud Patterned Brocade Robe and wearing a Cyan Jade Small Crown. His features were handsome and refined, his eyes gentle, and he was staring in a daze at the clear stream below, which meandered past, dotted with water lilies.

The aura around him was pure, carrying the unique gentleness and vitality of the water element. His Cultivation was at about the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, with a solid foundation, clearly following the orthodox path of a Mystic Sect.

However, in the vision of the Nether Spring Taoist’s blood-red eyes, entwined within the young man’s pure water-element Spiritual Light was a faint, extremely hidden, dark red mark that had almost completely fused with his Divine Soul Origin.

It was the Blood Sea brand—a mark that even the reincarnation of a Blood Spirit Scripture practitioner’s True Spirit could not completely erase!

This brand was currently enveloped and suppressed by a gentle yet powerful water-element Dragon Qi.

If not for the extreme sensitivity of the Nether Spring Taoist’s connection to the same source, it would have been nearly impossible to detect.

’I’ve found him...’

The Nether Spring Taoist murmured inwardly, a complex emotion flickering in his blood-red eyes.

The young man before him, whether in appearance, temperament, or cultivation path, was completely different from the Elder Master in his memory.

The power of reincarnation had washed away too much of his past life.

Only that deeply hidden Blood Sea brand remained.

But then, the Nether Spring Taoist’s brow furrowed.

Although the young man appeared to be free, his small building was covertly locked onto by at least four auras at the Foundation Establishment Level, both openly and in secret. Furthermore, a faint draconic might permeated the entire estate.

When the young man leaned against the railing, his eyes seemed calm, but deep within them was a lingering bewilderment and... a touch of melancholy.

At that moment, a commotion arose from the direction of the estate’s main gate.

An honor guard was seen escorting a magnificent carriage, crafted from precious Sky Blue Water Jade, as it slowly approached.

Pulling the carriage were four Jade Water Chi Flood Dragons, with verdant green scales, single horns on their heads, and already bearing the appearance of true flood dragons!

The carriage stopped before the estate gate. The beaded curtain was lifted, and a woman stepped out gracefully. She wore a green palace dress and an ornate filigree Phoenix Crown. Her face was lovely, but she naturally possessed an air of authority.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with picturesque features and skin whiter than snow.

But as she walked, a draconic might faintly emanated from her, and her gaze held a captivating power. She was clearly a Dragon Maiden with exceptionally pure Dragon Blood.

Stewards and servants from the estate had already come out to greet her, bowing respectfully. "Greetings, Seventh Princess."

The Dragon Maiden gave a slight nod, her gaze turning directly toward the small building. A gentle smile touched her lips, and her voice was clear and melodious.

"Is the Prince Consort present?"

"Replying to the Princess, the Prince Consort is admiring the view at Linxi Building."

The Dragon Maiden said no more and, surrounded by her entourage, walked straight toward the small building.

The guards and servants along the way all bowed, not daring to look at her directly.

The Nether Spring Taoist saw it all clearly from the teahouse. When the Dragon Maiden appeared, the young man on the terrace—the reincarnated Elder Master—stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He quickly concealed that trace of melancholy, a gentle and appropriate smile appearing on his face as he turned to go downstairs and greet her.

A moment later, in the small building’s living room,

the Dragon Maiden and the young man sat facing each other. A maidservant served fragrant tea and then quietly withdrew.

"Xuan Ming, the wedding is in three days. All arrangements in the palace have been made."

"Father, the Dragon King, asked me to check with you again. Is there anything else you need?"

"Or... are you still feeling uneasy?" The Dragon Maiden gazed at the young man. Though her tone was gentle, it held an undeniable concern and... a hint of scrutiny.

The young man known as Xuan Ming held the teacup with both hands, his fingertips pressing so hard his knuckles turned white. His smile, however, was flawless.

"Thank you for your concern, Princess, and my thanks to His Majesty the Dragon King for his favor."

"I... have no other requests."

"To receive the Princess’s favor and marry into Bixuan Palace is already a heavenly blessing."

He paused, his voice softening further.

"It is just that... this sudden change in status, reflecting on my life of quiet cultivation since childhood, and now I am to enter the palace and receive such great favor... I am truly overwhelmed and apprehensive."

Hearing this, the scrutiny in the Dragon Maiden’s eyes faded, replaced by a trace of pity. She said softly,

"You need not be apprehensive. Father, the Dragon King, values your innate Purifying Body and your simple, unadorned nature, which complements our Dragon Race’s Cultivation Skills."

"After we are married, you will have free access to Bixuan Palace’s resources. You will even undergo a Dragon Blood refinement. The Great Dao will be within your reach."

"Though the Overseas are vast, very few receive such an opportunity."

"I understand," the young man said, lowering his head. He looked at the green tea in his cup, the rising steam blurring his eyes.

"In three days, I will come personally to bring you into the palace." The Dragon Maiden stood up. Before leaving, she gave him another deep look. "Set your mind at ease and await the wedding. From now on, Bixuan Palace will be your home."

After seeing off the Dragon Maiden’s entourage, the estate grew quiet again.

The young man returned to the terrace alone. Leaning against the railing, his silhouette seemed somewhat frail in the fading light of the sunset.

He watched the stream in silence for a long time before letting out an extremely soft sigh.

In that sigh, there was bewilderment and resignation.

There was also a trace of exhaustion and resistance buried so deep in his Divine Soul that even he himself could not explain it.

In the distant teahouse, the Nether Spring Taoist slowly withdrew his gaze, his blood-red eyes turning profound and dark.

’Found him.’

’The reincarnated Elder Master is named Xuan Ming. He has an innate Purifying Body and has been chosen by the Dragon King of Bixuan Palace to be the Prince Consort for the Seventh Princess.’

’In three days, he is to be married and enter the palace.’

Between the Nether Spring Taoist’s fingers, an extremely fine, blood-colored thread silently appeared, then vanished without a sound.

He picked up the long-cold Spirit Tea from the table and took a light sip. A cold, sinister curve formed on his blood-red lips.

"Dragon Son-in-Law? A grand wedding?"

"I’m afraid it’s not that simple."

...

Three hundred miles from Megrez Island, within the territory of Bixuan Palace, in a hidden cave beneath a barren reef.

The damp air was filled with the faint, lingering smell of blood.

Two corpses wearing the Cyan Scale Armor of the Imperial Guard lay in a corner, their bodies withered and desiccated. It was as if all their essence blood had been drained by some tyrannical power, leaving only a thin layer of skin clinging to their bones. Their eye sockets were sunken, retaining the ultimate fear and confusion they felt before death.

The Tokens that identified them as members of the Bixuan Palace Inner Guard, along with several Water Element Magical Artifacts, were currently floating before the Nether Spring Taoist, entwined and being analyzed by fine, blood-colored threads.

The Nether Spring Taoist sat cross-legged on a relatively dry rock, his crimson Daoist Robe unstained by dust. He toyed with a fragment of information just extracted from the corpses’ memories, his usual sinister smile now tinged with amusement and cold understanding.

"So that’s how it is..."

He muttered to himself, and with a rub of his fingers, the fragment turned to dust.

"A new son-in-law every year. The princess is a constant, but the grooms flow like water..."

"This Seventh Princess of Bixuan Palace... she really has a strong constitution."

For nearly thirty years, this Seventh Princess of Bixuan Palace, known for her beauty and "gentleness," had taken a young, talented Human Race man as her husband almost every other year.

Every one of these Prince Consorts possessed a unique talent.

However, these Prince Consorts who married into the palace with such fanfare would invariably disappear without a trace within a year of their marriage, for various reasons such as "cultivating too hastily and suffering from cultivation deviation," "perishing tragically during a Secret Realm exploration," or "dying of melancholy after becoming sick with homesickness."

Shortly after, the Seventh Princess would begin the selection process for a new Prince Consort.

This cycle repeated itself, becoming a fixed routine.

And the Elder Master’s reincarnation, Xuan Ming, was the very latest, with the wedding just three days away.

’Recruiting a husband is just a pretense. The real reason is to cultivate some Evil Technique that requires a catalyst with a special constitution.’ The light in the Nether Spring Taoist’s eyes swirled as he saw through to the truth.

’This is also an opportunity...’

The Nether Spring Taoist gently tapped his knee with his knuckles, his thoughts racing.

If Xuan Ming were just an ordinary Prince Consort, Bixuan Palace might be heavily guarded.

But for this kind of "disposable consumable" marriage, they certainly wouldn’t be as careful.

’However,’ the Nether Spring Taoist’s blood-red eyes narrowed as he sensed the vast and profound draconic might, as deep as the sea, faintly emanating from the direction of Bixuan Palace’s main hall. There was at least one True Dragon there, equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

’To clash head-on with a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage True Dragon... this body of mine is still a bit too weak.’

He now wielded the Blood Sea Dao and had limitless potential, but he had been cultivating for a short time. His Dharma Cultivation was only equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

Facing a true Foundation Establishment Level Dragon Race expert, not to mention the Dragon Palace Array and numerous helpers, a frontal assault would be like striking a stone with an egg.

At this thought, the Nether Spring Taoist’s gaze hardened, and his consciousness sank into the depths of his Purple Mansion.

The ancient and profound [Magic Technique Panel] quietly materialized, its light flowing.

A new line of text, gleaming with a dark crimson light, was slowly sketched into existence as if by an invisible brush, gradually becoming clear—[Blood God Child].

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