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"Thunder God..." Zhao Yang gritted his teeth. "If you have the ability, fight me at the same level!"
The corner of the Thunder God's mouth curled in disdain as he laughed heartily. "Fight you at the same level? How ridiculous! The name 'Rebel Son' has spread throughout the world. Why would anyone with such a great advantage choose to fight you on equal terms? A genius who cannot grow is ultimately a fool."
Seeing that the Thunder God was not falling for his provocation, Zhao Yang felt helpless. The opponent was far too powerful, his cultivation comparable to that of the Dragon King, and he was one of the main forces attacking the Dragon Domain. With such a vast difference in cultivation, there was nothing Zhao Yang could do.
Just then, the High Priest Wu Rong appeared not far away, wrapped in a magnificent Tai Chi robe. He said, "A total of twelve thousand dragons; I only need ten thousand Dragon Pills. Otherwise, all members of the dragon race will perish."
The Elder suddenly burst into laughter and said, "I wondered who it was; turns out it's the little scribe who once served Shen Xiu. You've been lurking for over two thousand years, killing countless geniuses to nourish your Divine Soul. No one knew what you were up to; it turns out this is all to refine the Ten Thousand Dragon Elixir."
"Ten Thousand Dragon Elixir?" Everyone was bewildered; they had never even heard of it!
However, Zhao Yang's heart shook with shock because he had heard of it!
The Ten Thousand Dragon Elixir was a method of alchemy passed down since the Ancient Immortal period. It ranked first on the alchemical charts in the cultivation world, and even in the Heavenly Realm, no one had such grand ambitions!
As its name suggests, the Ten Thousand Dragon Elixir required the inner cores of ten thousand dragons to refine. If there were dragon pearls among the Dragon Pills, its effects would be even more astonishing. Those who consumed the Ten Thousand Dragon Elixir could not only avoid lightning tribulations and ascend to the Heavenly Realm directly but also rise to prominence among immortals with unparalleled magical power.
However, one of the Four Great Beasts, the Azure Dragon Ancestor, had killed everyone who knew how to refine the Ten Thousand Dragon Elixir. It was unexpected that the High Priest had endured for so many years just to refine this elixir.
The High Priest smiled and said, "So what? The dragon race should not exist in this world; beasts are ultimately beasts."
"Hmph!" The Dragon King snorted angrily and swung a fist. The High Priest raised his hand to meet it but staggered back a step.
"The Dragon King's power is indeed unmatched. Even with my three thousand years of cultivation, I still fall short by a bit compared to you. But all paths converge here; what does it matter if you are the Dragon King?" The High Priest said with a smile.
At that moment, the Thunder God spoke up: "I have no interest in refining any Ten Thousand Dragon Elixirs. Hand over Rebel Son to me, and I will withdraw from the campaign against the dragon race."
Zhao Yang said, "If you can kill the High Priest, I will hand over the Ginseng King to you." As he spoke, Zhao Yang pulled the Ginseng King out from his Cosmic Bag. The Ginseng King's little face turned red as he covered his private parts, having been sound asleep in Zhao Yang's Cosmic Bag without any pants on!
The Thunder God lifted his eyes lazily to glance at the High Priest, who looked wary and said in a deep voice, "You can't be so easily fooled by this little brat!"
The Thunder God replied, "If killing you would truly get me the Ginseng King, I would definitely take action. But this kid is quite cunning, and I find it a bit troublesome to kill you with so many worms guarding him. I'll wait until you all are finished off before I swoop in to reap the benefits. After all, the Ginseng King rightfully belongs to me; those trash don't deserve to share it with me."
"Thunder God, you really have no shame! We agreed to kill the Ginseng King together and transcend tribulation to ascend to immortality, yet you want to hog it all for yourself. What place do you leave for the rest of us?!" An Aging Voice rang out, and soon a frail Elder in Yellow Robes appeared in the air.
"Oh?" The Thunder God glanced indifferently at the Elder in Yellow Robes. "When did I ever say I was allied with you? You insignificant ants are not worthy."
"You!" The Elder in Yellow Robes was furious, pointing at the Thunder God as a black lotus flower bloomed in his hand. Suddenly, the world dimmed. The High Priest quickly intervened, saying, "Friend, we cannot afford personal grievances right now; we must first eliminate the Dragon Clan."
The Elder snorted, and the black lotus vanished, allowing the light to return. The Thunder God maintained his usual lazy expression and said, "I thought it was someone important; turns out it's just a lackey of Demon Moon."
After saying that, disregarding the Elder's expression, he turned to Zhao Yang in front of the Holy Land and said, "I won't get involved in matters here for now. I hope you don't die too quickly; I still have an account to settle with you from last time."
Zhao Yang retorted, "Likewise; I hope you won't die too soon at someone else's hands."
With that, the Grand Elder waved his sleeve and sent all the Dragon Boys and Zhao Yang into the Holy Land. Then the gates of the Holy Land closed.
Everyone heard Long Xiao Wu's heart-wrenching cries fading into the depths of the Holy Land.
"Friends, there is Dragon Vein Energy cultivated over countless years within the Dragon Domain Sacred Ground. If we can absorb it, we can truly revive," the High Priest suddenly pointed towards the Dragon Clan's Sanctuary and said.
"What?! Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Countless people began to complain about the High Priest as one powerful figure after another from the Tribulation Period appeared, quickly filling the sky with their presence while the Thunder God had seemingly vanished.
The High Priest coughed and said, "I just noticed it myself. Now that the Rebel Son carrying the Ginseng King has entered the Dragon Domain Sacred Ground, let's eliminate these pesky obstacles before we proceed to open the Holy Land!"
"Hmph, just a few reptiles, what can they do to me?!" A burly Mayi Taoist appeared, sweeping his Dust Whisk towards the dragon clan.
Smack!
The Grand Elder merely slapped him lightly, causing the Mayi Taoist to spit blood and fly backward.
"How many have arrived?" an Aging Voice echoed from the sky.
"Not enough," the Grand Elder replied.
"Unseal all of Xiao Wu's seals, and let Rebel Son release the aura of Ginseng King," the Aging Voice instructed.
Over ten thousand Transcendence Stage Experts were puzzled by the meaning of the two voices. A White-Bearded Old Daoist remarked, "Could it be that they want to capture us all?"
"Yeah, I'm so scared!" another person chimed in.
Then everyone burst into laughter. They were all experts of the Tribulation Period; it was nearly impossible for someone of the same level to kill them. Moreover, their numbers reached tens of thousands. Even during the peak of the Primordial Era, there had never been so many Transcending Tribulation Stage Cultivators. Thus, they found the dragon clan's conversation quite amusing, even somewhat ridiculous.
The Grand Elder looked at the Second Elder and Third Elder. The three exchanged glances and performed the same hand gesture. Inside the Holy Land, Long Xiao Wu, who had been crying, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body began to stretch inch by inch, radiating brilliant golden light that was incredibly dazzling. The already radiant scene in the Holy Land became even more striking under his golden glow!
A Golden Dragon soared through the air, exuding an imposing presence without anger. A totem appeared above its head, surrounded by countless runes. Its eyes shone brightly, emanating overwhelming dragon energy.
"My cultivation, my body..." Long Xiao Wu was astonished as he felt all his blockages vanish, replaced by an unparalleled sense of freedom. He was even certain that with just a thought, he could make everyone beneath him kneel.
Yet even so, he sensed something that filled him with dread—something within Zhao Yang. It was a Golden Figure that was also staring at him with an intimidating gaze that made him unable to look directly at it.
"Xiao Wu, this is your true form," the Grand Elder coughed lightly, feeling both helpless and proud. "Rebel Son, the Nine Dragons Ascending to the Heavens Formation is about to activate; you should unseal Ginseng King’s seals while we clear your path."
Zhao Yang nodded. Within the Sanctuary, only he and Dragon Rising possessed the strongest Divine Sense, allowing them to communicate with the outside world and perceive its circumstances. He lifted all the hidden restrictions on himself, and simultaneously released the concealed formations surrounding Ginseng King.
A powerful aura suddenly surged forth from the Dragon Clan Sacred Ground, radiating waves of immense energy. Everyone felt the extraordinary and overwhelming presence.
“Not good!”
“Not good!”
“This is bad!”
In an instant, many people across the Five Elements Continent changed their expressions dramatically.
“I sense that Zhao Yang is surrounded by countless Transcendence Stage Experts!” Ji Wudao, who was listening to a sermon at Xuanfo Temple, suddenly exclaimed.
In another room, Zhao Tianlang clenched his fists tightly, his expression shifting. He Qing asked, “What’s happening? Is something wrong with Zhao Yang?”
Zhao Tianlang replied, “For now, he should be fine, but I can feel Ginseng King's aura. Ginseng King is surrounded by tens of thousands of Transcendence Stage Experts, and Zhao Yang is Ginseng King's bearer…”
“Oh…” He Qing nearly fainted upon hearing this news. “Tens of thousands of Tribulation Period experts? How could there be so many?”
Since entering the cultivation world, He Qing had studied numerous ancient texts and was particularly knowledgeable about the Tribulation Period. Over thousands of years in the cultivation realm, there had been at most fewer than twenty Transcendence Stage Experts in any given era. Yet now, his son was surrounded by tens of thousands of them—was there any hope for survival?
“It’s fine; we’ll go find Ji Wudao and Zhao Yang’s master to discuss countermeasures,” Zhao Tianlang reassured He Qing as he pushed open the door, just in time to encounter the Four Great Monks and Ji Wudao.
Zhao Tianlang was about to speak when Datong Zen Master interjected, “No need to say anything; we are all in the Tribulation Period and can sense what you feel. We will set off for that location immediately.”
Zhao Tianlang's eyes filled with gratitude as they prepared to head toward the Dragon Clan's location.
"Madam, you should stay here; it's too dangerous ahead, and I may not be able to protect you," Zhao Tianlang suddenly said to He Qing beside him.
"No, my son is in trouble. I want to see if he is safe; otherwise, I won't be able to eat or sleep, and it would be better to die," He Qing cried.
"The old man will ensure her safety; don't worry," Ruo Shui Laozu spoke up.
Zhao Tianlang thought for a moment, then nodded to Ruo Shui Laozu and said, "Then I will leave it to you."
In the distance, within Falling Flower Valley, the Consort of Rain and Ice Snow Consort both looked toward the direction of Dragon Domain. Ice Snow Consort said, "I was wondering why these remnants gathered there; it turns out that is Dragon Domain!"
The Consort of Rain sighed and said, "Both our Disciple are infatuated with that young man; he's certainly not an easy opponent. The Ginseng King is surrounded by tens of thousands; they must be there too. We should hurry."
Ice Snow Consort nodded, suddenly recalling something. She said, "Just relying on us to rescue those children from tens of thousands of cultivators may not be enough. I need to make a trip to Compassionate Voyage Sect."
The Consort of Rain looked surprised and asked, "Is that person from Compassionate Voyage Sect still around?"
Ice Snow Consort nodded and replied, "Not only is he still here, but they have also cultivated a remarkably talented Little Witch; it seems she also has the surname Zhao."
"Alright, you go to Compassionate Voyage Sect while I head over to support them first."
The two women exchanged glances before their figures vanished from Falling Flower Valley.
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