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In the Yan Entropy Divine Continent, a place filled with chaos, one could say it is by design. The atmosphere is thick with martial spirit, as everyone aspires to martial prowess. While the Mortal Empire exists, it is the powerful martial arts schools and arenas that truly control the various regions.
This unique geographical environment has birthed countless extraordinary beings and mysterious forces. The mountains here soar into the clouds, their peaks layered upon one another, forming what seems to be the most magnificent barrier between heaven and earth. Yet, the most distinctive feature of this land is the coveted Lava Valley.
In this place where not a single blade of grass grows, towering mountains coexist with rivers of fiery red lava that wind their way through the landscape. They exude a scorching aura, as if they are the very veins of the earth, pulsating with boundless power. Countless martial artists come here to train, all seeking entry into the sacred Holy Mountain and to join the formidable Martial God Sect.
As the center of this continent, the Martial God Sect boasts grand and magnificent architecture, resplendent in gold and jade, with each brick and stone imbued with profound martial meaning. Outside the sect, throngs of martial artists journey from afar just to catch a glimpse of the Martial Immortal Emperor. They come either in search of the true essence of martial arts, to challenge themselves, or to earn recognition from the Martial God Sect.
The Yan Entropy Divine Continent has become a land brimming with dreams and challenges due to the existence of the Martial God Sect.
Chen Moxuan sat atop the broad back of a small dragon, feeling the waves of heat wash over him. Sweat beads continuously formed on his forehead as he couldn't help but complain. "This Lava Valley is unbearably hot; I feel like I'm being roasted alive!"
Hearing his complaints, the small dragon gently waved its claw, and in an instant, rain began to fall from the sky. Chen Moxuan tilted his face up, hoping for some relief from the heat, only to find that the falling water was scalding hot!
"Forget it; let’s hurry up to the mountain where it will be cooler." They flew through the Lava Valley, surrounded by a hellish landscape of fiery red hues and swirling heat that made it feel as though even the air was on fire. The small dragon weaved through clouds and mist.
Ahead loomed the Holy Mountain, towering into the sky with steep cliffs that bore little vegetation—only a few tenacious plants thrived in the crevices of rocks. At the foot of Holy Mountain, groups of martial artists were striving to climb higher. Most male practitioners were bare-chested, weapons strapped to their backs, each drenched in sweat.
The female warriors wore lightweight attire, their eyes revealing an unyielding determination. From high above, they appeared as tiny ants, yet their will was immensely powerful, undeterred by difficulties as they pressed forward.
As long as these fighters could climb to the top of the Holy Mountain with their bare hands, they would have passed the first hurdle. Once on the mountain, they could undergo the assessment of the Martial God Sect. If they succeeded in the evaluation, they would be able to join the Shen Zong. At that point, it would be like reaching for the sky!
Little Dragon carried Chen Moxuan as they soared towards the mountain peak. Midway through their flight, a sudden rush of wind pierced the air, and an elder leaped down from the summit.
Chen Moxuan glanced at the elder and swung his right hand, pulling out a long staff from seemingly nowhere, aiming it at Little Dragon's head with a powerful strike. Just then, Chen Moxuan felt a sudden emptiness beneath his feet; Little Dragon had vanished from under him. He began to plummet rapidly downward.
However, this minor setback did not alarm him; he even had time to search for Little Dragon's whereabouts. Turning around, he discovered that Little Dragon had transformed into human form, with two small hammers hanging at his waist as if they had come to life.
Little Dragon tossed one of the hammers into the sky with a flick of his wrist. With a resounding clang, the two small hammers expanded in size and transformed into massive war hammers. The hammerheads glimmered with a faint light, indicating extraordinary power contained within.
Facing the elder's ferocious strike, the giant hammers roared as they collided with the elder's staff, creating a deafening sound that echoed through the air. The shockwave rippled outward, shaking the magma valley below and causing countless unfortunate souls to tumble from the cliffs.
Fortunately, these individuals were all warriors; with a bit of leverage or assistance from others, they could regain their footing on the cliffs and continue their ascent.
With a single swing of his hammer, Little Dragon sent the elder flying into the air as if propelled by an unseen force, soaring away like a kite cut from its string until he vanished from sight.
Little Dragon casually retrieved his giant hammer with a flick of his wrist, his expression calm as if that earth-shattering blow had been merely a casual gesture. In an instant, he transformed back into dragon form and swiftly flew beneath Chen Moxuan, securely carrying him towards the summit of Holy Mountain.
Together, Little Dragon and Chen Moxuan ascended steadily to the peak of Holy Mountain. The air at the summit was crisp and refreshing, providing a stark contrast to the magma valley below and invigorating their spirits.
Atop the mountain, the entrance of the Martial God Sect stood majestically, with ancient runes carved into the massive stone gates, emitting a faint glow that lent an air of solemnity and mystery. On either side of the gate, stone lions stood guard, seemingly protecting the peace of this Holy Land.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance, they found a large number of disciples blocking the way. Dressed in uniform attire of the Martial God Sect and armed with weapons, their expressions were vigilant.
One disciple, who appeared to be in charge, stepped forward and sternly questioned Chen Moxuan, "Who are you to dare cause trouble at the Martial God Sect? And where is our Guardian Elder? What have you done with him?"
His eyes betrayed clear displeasure and anger.
Chen Moxuan recognized that these individuals were likely outer disciples tasked with guarding the gate. It was evident that the Guardian Elder had triggered an alarm before jumping down to battle with the Little Dragon.
With a calm smile, Chen Moxuan lightly leaped down from the back of the Little Dragon and replied unhurriedly, "As for your Guardian Elder, he’ll be flying up there for a while longer. From what I can see, he’s quite capable and should be fine. As for me, I’ve come to visit a friend; I am a friend of the Second Elder. Please inform him quickly."
The disciples exchanged glances, some skeptical. However, upon seeing the massive form and powerful aura of the Little Dragon beside him, they ultimately had to believe. Moreover, recalling how their guarding elder had been sent flying moments ago made it clear that they could not afford to provoke this individual.
The leading disciple softened his tone slightly and said, "In that case, please wait here while I notify him."
Chen Moxuan nodded in acknowledgment.
The Little Dragon transformed into a gust of wind, swirling in the air before landing gracefully on the ground, taking on the appearance of a woman clad in armor.
This scene instantly widened the eyes of those disciples who had never seen much of the world. A dragon capable of transformation!
The disciples gathered at the mountain gate exchanged looks filled with shock, confusion, and fear. They had no idea what level such a dragon represented!
In an instant, their hearts were filled with awe.
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