Chapter 1061: Chapter 1058: Celestial Phenomenon, Demon Python Transforms into Jiaolong!

The street was bustling with crowds.

Stalls lined both sides of the street, displaying all sorts of strange and rare items: crystal stones glowing with seven different hues, Zhu Hong fruits shaped like infants, and young Demon Beasts...

Luo Feng walked along the street, scanning the vendors on both sides, and soon found a place selling miscellaneous goods.

Behind the stall was a lean middle-aged Martial Artist, who, upon seeing Luo Feng, greeted him warmly:

"Young hero, what would you like to buy? Don’t be fooled by the humble appearance of my stall; I’ve got quite a few good things here. Such as the Five Thunder Fire from Out Cloud Country, Extreme Sun Crystal Stone from the Dali Dynasty..."

Luo Feng stated directly, "I’m looking for a map of the Red Flame Desert. Do you have it?"

"A map of the Red Flame Desert?"

The vendor’s eyes flashed with surprise as he replied, "Yes, I do. Young hero, are you planning to train in the Red Flame Desert?"

Luo Feng nodded, "I have that intention."

The vendor furrowed his brow and advised, "Young brother, I suggest you reconsider."

"Why?"

"The Red Flame Desert is a harsh environment where Demon Beasts roam unchecked, and even Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists face great danger. That’s not all; recently, the Twelve Golden Palaces held a hunting tournament to jointly eliminate the Demon Sect disciples. Many Demon Sect experts have been frequenting the Red Flame Desert lately, and quite a few Twelve Golden Palace disciples have been wounded or killed. Judging by your age, you must be one of the Twelve Golden Palaces disciples. If you don’t want to lose your life, it’s better to avoid the Red Flame Desert during this time."

Luo Feng smiled faintly, "Thank you for your concern. I’m just buying the map to look at, not necessarily to go."

The vendor sighed inwardly, having seen many young nobles like Luo Feng who, overestimating their abilities, fearlessly tread into perilous places, dismissing risks. Naturally, he did not believe Luo Feng’s words.

However, he had already spoken his piece, fulfilling his duty. Whether the young man believes it, that’s no longer his concern. He took a rolled-up beast-skin map from the shelf and handed it to Luo Feng:

"This is the map of the Red Flame Desert."

Luo Feng took the map and frowned immediately.

The map was crudely painted with landscapes, many places marked only with simple annotations, and it covered merely the peripheral regions of the Red Flame Desert spanning thousands of miles; the rest was blank.

"Isn’t there a more detailed map?"

"Young hero jests."

The vendor shook his head, "The Red Flame Desert spans millions of miles, with some perilous areas deep within that even Yuan Sea Realm Great Abilities do not dare to tread. Who could create a complete map? This is already one of the more comprehensive maps available now. If you’re looking for a more detailed map, you can only find Martial Artists who frequently venture into the Red Flame Desert. However, the maps they possess are individually drawn and generally aren’t easily sold."

Luo Feng glanced at the map in his hand with a helpless smile. He wanted to buy the map to avoid dangers as much as possible, but this map was barely helpful, merely preventing him from losing his way.

"I’ll take it."

Without time to search for maps slowly, Luo Feng bought this crude one for two hundred first-grade Yuan Stones.

"I wonder which family’s young master he belongs to, spending so freely. I hope he returns alive."

The vendor watched Luo Feng’s back as he left, shaking his head while pocketing the Yuan Stones.

Having purchased the map, Luo Feng wasted no further time. After preparing some essential water, he left Red Mysterious City, heading straight for the Red Flame Desert.

In an inn within Red Mysterious City, two figures sat by a window on the second floor, eating and drinking.

Their gazes carried an innate sword aura, clearly showing they had mastered the Sword Dao—none other than Lu Xiao Yun, whom Luo Feng had previously encountered on the street, and another disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion.

Lu Xiao Yun watched the endless stream of pedestrians on the street, his brow slightly furrowed. He had felt a familiar presence earlier but couldn’t recall where he had encountered it.

"What are you thinking about, Senior Brother Lu?" the other Sky Sword Pavilion disciple asked.

Lu Xiao Yun set his wine cup down, glanced over, and said quietly, "Junior Brother Li Chen, you mentioned the encounter with the transformation of the Single Horned Red Cloud Python to the Jiao Dragon in the Spirit Mirror. Is it true? There are barely twenty days left until the New Dragon Board Tournament; I don’t have time for jokes."

As he spoke, Lu Xiao Yun flicked his fingers, sending a twisting air sword flying out to slice a bug that had flown into the room in two.

"I wouldn’t dare joke with you, Senior Brother."

Li Chen’s expression grew serious, "Senior Brother, five days ago, while training in the Red Dragon Mountain Range, I passed through a mountain area where the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth suddenly erupted, encircling the mountain range in a flaming tornado. At the center was a Single Horned Red Cloud Python, hundreds of meters long."

Lu Xiao Yun’s eyes glinted as he responded, "But that doesn’t necessarily mean the Single Horned Red Cloud Python was transforming into a Jiao."

Li Chen took a deep breath and explained:

"Senior Brother, you may not know, but on that day, the entire sky was filled with thunderstorms, and the Demon Qi of the Single Horned Red Cloud Python reached the Central Sky Region. In the books within the pavilion, it is recorded that when a Demon Python transforms into a Jiao, its Demon Qi grows so powerful that it attracts the purple lightning from the Central Sky Region, forming a heavenly tribulation. Once the tribulation is overcome, the Demon Python transforms into a Jiao. That Single Horned Red Cloud Python was undoubtedly undergoing a heavenly tribulation. Look..."

Li Chen brushed his storage ring with his fingers, producing a basin-sized scale.

The scale shone a crimson hue, the surface flickering with seven-colored brilliant rays. Once it appeared, the entire room was instantly suffused with a mysterious pressure.

"This is the scale of that Single Horned Red Cloud Python, still carrying the aura of the purple lightning thunderbolt from the heavenly tribulation."

Taking the scale, Lu Xiao Yun traced his fingers over it and injected Yuan Qi.

Crackling!

The air trembled slightly, the scale’s surface sparking with violet electricity, punching a hole straight through the dining table.

"It truly is the purple lightning from the Central Sky Region..."

Lu Xiao Yun took a deep breath, his usual calm shattered.

No wonder he was so moved.

The transformation of a Demon Python into a Jiao is a rare event, almost unprecedented within a millennium. For a Demon Python to transform, it must not only reach the pinnacle of the Spiritual Rotation Realm’s ninth layer but must also possess a sufficiently dense ancient bloodline. Without this, no amount of cultivation will suffice to transform into a Jiao.

However, Lu Xiao Yun’s concern wasn’t merely about the Python’s transformation into a Jiao but rather the transformed Demon Python’s Demon Core.

Snake-type Demon Beasts capable of transformation possess ancient Divine Dargon bloodlines, allowing Martial Artists to swallow their Demon Cores directly, converting the Python’s cultivation into their own.

The profound Demon Qi within the Single Horned Red Cloud Python, if its Demon Core were to be ingested, could propel a ninth-layer Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist straight into the True Yuan Realm, or even higher!