Chapter 88: The Divine Power of the Eight Instruments

At this moment, the Dragon Jiao Demon King seemed to be deeply shocked, his mind barely lucid. After calling to him for a while and seeing the old monster still dazed and mumbling, Ye Feng decided to ignore him and turned his attention to the mysterious "Dragon Ring."

As soon as his consciousness entered, the dazzling array of treasures within left Ye Feng himself stunned. Rows of wooden shelves, like bookcases, were laden with bottles of elixirs and neatly stacked books, suggesting a windfall for Second Brother Ye.

"Spirit Gathering Pill, Transformation Pill, Nourishment Pill..." Ye Feng read the labels on the porcelain bottles, his eyes nearly bedazzled. With a thought, he took out three or four kinds of elixirs whose properties he clearly understood.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, an anomaly occurred. As soon as the porcelain bottles were removed, they turned to powder in the blink of an eye.

"What... What is happening?" Ye Feng stared in disbelief, frozen in place.

"Those elixirs have existed for too long. While they remain intact inside the Dragon Ring, once removed, they quickly dissipate!" The Dragon Jiao Demon King's voice came just in time.

"Kid, search the ring and see if there's a bone inside."

Hearing this, Ye Feng immersed his mind once more. Soon, a palm-sized bone appeared before his eyes. He took it out, curiosity piqued. "Is this the treasure you spoke of?"

"You really are ignorant. This is an ancient relic of the Dragon Tribe. If I can refine it, not only will my soul power be elevated, but I can use the relic to transfer my strength to you. Tell me, isn't it a treasure?" In the Demon King's domain, the Dragon Jiao Demon King curled his lip disdainfully and ignored Ye Feng further, channeling strands of soul power into the relic bone to begin refining it.

"Since those elixirs have lost their use, there are still plenty of books inside—I can read them with my mind." Ye Feng's eyes brightened, and he sent his consciousness forth again.

But soon, Second Brother Ye was disappointed. The rows of books were not all spiritual techniques as he had hoped. Flipping through several volumes, he found they merely chronicled the Dragon Tribe's glorious history. Clearly, these were ancestral records of the ancient Dragon Tribe.

"No, the mighty Dragon Tribe can't possibly lack spiritual techniques. Wait... what is this?"

As Ye Feng rapidly flipped through the books, one particular volume with only three or four pages caught his eye.

Unlike the paper books, this one seemed made from the hide of some beast. Though ages had passed, it showed no signs of decay.

"The Battle of Destruction—my tribe suffered near annihilation, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Artifacts lost, leaving only the Dragon Ring. To preserve the Dragon Tribe's divine arts, I seal our 'Heaven-Destroying Hand' and 'Eight Artifact Divine Arts' within. If fate grants these arts to someone, may they seek out the seven lost artifacts of the Dragon Tribe!"

Opening the book, lines of script appeared. Overjoyed, Ye Feng quickly turned to the second page.

Boom...

Just as when he first entered the Dragon Ring, as Ye Feng flipped to the second page, a vast legacy surged into his mind.

"The Method of Shielding Heaven, one of the 'Eight Artifact Divine Arts,' the Dragon Tribe's absolute defense. It can ward off any attack in the world—even the forces of heaven and earth cannot break it! Moreover, it can absorb the spiritual power of attackers. To master this defense, one must possess the Dragon Ring."

Buzz...

In the next moment, a shield-shaped phantom appeared around Ye Feng, revolving ceaselessly about him.

"I've struck gold! With this Shielding Heaven, haven't I forged an invincible golden body?" Ye Feng laughed heartily, watching the dragon-patterned shield spinning around him.

"Hmph! Now that I have a storage ring, I no longer need to stash things in the Demon King's domain." With a smug grin, he sent his consciousness into the Demon King's domain, retrieving the few remaining spirit fruits and the Dragon Blade.

Crack...

Suddenly, as Ye Feng took out the Dragon Blade, a strong wave pulsed from it, followed by a sharp snap—it crumbled to dust.

As the blade shattered, countless tiny golden particles appeared in the void. These were seemingly drawn toward the high platform, converging upon a long knife already half broken.

Buzz...

As the particles gathered, the rusty broken blade began to change rapidly.

At this point, Ye Feng realized that the broken blade looked identical to his own Dragon Blade.

"Could this be the true Dragon Blade?"

Boom...

Before Ye Feng could speak, another vast legacy memory poured into his mind.

"In the Battle of Destruction, the Dragon Blade shattered, its soul became an independent artifact and fled. The holder of the Eight Artifacts' Dragon Blade may practice the 'Heavenly Dragon Nine Strikes.'"

Ye Feng was stunned. Could this be the legendary goddess of luck sending gifts from a thousand miles away? In mere moments, he had acquired two divine arts of the Dragon Tribe.

"Kid, let's go! When you return, study those ancient dragon texts carefully. Perhaps your Ye family has some connection with the Dragon Tribe!"

As the Dragon Jiao Demon King spoke, Ye Feng felt a massive power surge out from the Demon King's domain, gathering in the demon king's inner core within his own dantian.

Through the transfer of the demon king's inner core, that power rapidly filled Ye Feng's entire body.

In the next moment, Ye Feng's aura soared: Spirit King mid-level, Spirit King high-level, Spirit King peak...

When his aura reached the peak of Spirit King, an invisible barrier halted him.

Boom...

But in just the blink of an eye, as the power continued to flood in, Ye Feng's aura smashed through the barrier, advancing straight into the Spirit Emperor realm.

"My power can only lend you this much. Any more, and my essence will be damaged," the Dragon Jiao Demon King's voice echoed in Ye Feng's mind after his aura broke through to Spirit Emperor.

"Quickly, get out! The Ice Python's freezing domain has dissipated. That mysterious fellow outside seems about to target your people."

Gripping the broken blade, Ye Feng stepped upon the Jiao Dragon, swiftly rushing out of the cave.

Roar...

As Ye Feng entered the small lake, the Ice Python's terrifying roar sounded.

Ye Feng didn't pause, spiritual energy surging through him, and in the next moment, he broke through the water and rose into the sky.

Looking around, he saw nearly a hundred young powerhouses surrounding Gala and the others by the lakeshore.

Those trapped in the encirclement were almost all seriously wounded, but none gave up. Twelve of them gritted their teeth, holding off the attacks of nearly a hundred foes.

"Are you courting death?" With a furious shout, Ye Feng became a streak of shadow, charging swiftly toward the battle.