pertwk Chapter 422 - 416: Battle with the Ancients
Chapter 422 - 416: Battle with the Ancients
The Thunder Sea breeds Flood Dragons, though they are not flesh and blood, they seem to possess their own intelligence, thousands of Flood Dragons roared and snarled.
Wang Xuan bathed in lightning, the Divine Infant retreated into the lowermost part of the spine, harnessing purple essence blood, Creation Magical Power, and primordial spirit essence, starting to stimulate and refine.
Thirty-three layers of heaven, thirty-three vertebrae, forging the Heaven-Reaching Tower. When the Divine Infant steps up to the top of this tower and merges with the primordial spirit, and seizes a true spirit from the source to integrate with, that is the Realm of True Immortal.
Wang Xuan squinted at the Thunder Sea. Such commotion awakened more than half of the Immortals in the Immortal Martial Mountain, for the uproar was truly astonishing.
What was even more shocking was that the Flood Dragons in the Thunder Sea did not charge at Wang Xuan, but instead fought amongst themselves, scales and chunks of dragon flesh turned into light clusters, merging into the Thunder Sea, with Flood Dragons continually being devoured amidst the chaos.
After more than an hour, the group of Flood Dragons tumbling in the Thunder Sea disappeared, leaving only a thousand-zhang long true dragon with two horns, four legs, and five claws, exhaling lightning.
The true dragon’s scales were so detailed that even the minutiae of its patterns were visible, looking like it was made of flesh and blood, its amber eyes stared coldly at Wang Xuan.
"Has it really been four hundred years? The Immortal Martial Mountain grows more prosperous, and even the third-generation disciples of the Martial Immortal have reached our former heights.
Back then, when I, the Great Saint, achieved the true dragon bloodline, I left an imprint in the world during my tribulation crossing. Unexpectedly, my imprint reappears when a descendant crosses their tribulation."
"Advancing to the Jade Platform Realm, you have such formidable aura. You are a remarkable young man, worthy of contending with me in my youth!"
The true dragon’s aura was majestic, its roar summoned the clouds from a thousand li around, its form elusive amidst the mist.
He Fang, standing atop the mountain, watched this scene and reminded Wang Xuan: "This is the imprint of a Great Saint of the Dragon Race when they achieved the true dragon bloodline. After the Great Saint achieved Immortality, it not only affected its offspring, but it also re-refined its past foundation.
This imprint endures with the world, its reappearance perfectly exhibits the combat power of the Dragon Race Great Saint in the past; though it is newly in the Jade Platform Realm like you, its combat power rivals that of an Immortal reincarnated. You must confront it with all your might."
Such an imprint’s combat power is far from the simplicity of a true dragon offspring stepping into the Jade Platform Realm; it is far superior to the Dragon Race Great Saint’s youthful strength from four hundred years ago.
The world’s richest man’s high school era self was merely an outstanding young man, yet decades later, the glory of that billionaire overshadowed the past. Years later, the young man remembered by all seemed many times stronger than he once was.
Wang Xuan looked at the true dragon with curiosity and caution, not expecting the imprint from centuries ago to still have its own consciousness.
As the true dragon emerged from the Thunder Sea, the Thunder Sea continued to churn, unbeknownst to what it was gestating, lightning and clouds intertwined, its aura incredibly intimidating.
"Junior, if you can survive an hour against me, you will have passed this challenge!"
The true dragon said, then charged swiftly, its dragon head with a gaping maw, dragon claws like celestial swords all slashing towards him.
Amid the clashing sounds, Wang Xuan defended barehanded, his body was shaken back, tiger’s mouth bleeding profusely.
The strength of the Dragon Race Great Saint, even just this youthful imprint, made Wang Xuan injured. The true dragon’s physical prowess was indeed formidable, as true dragons are inherently extraordinary, their life origin is thousands of times more abundant than normal people.
"Junior, to face my sharpest fangs and claws with your flesh and blood, you are indeed arrogant!"
Having said that, the thousand-zhang dragon body charged again, Wang Xuan drew a black long sword, operating the Divine Elephant Golden Bell Shield, Creation Magical Power enveloping him, in an instant he executed three forms of "Human Sword".
With a thunderous roar, even the massive body of the divine dragon was shaken and sent flying, its side dragon scales showing three hundred-zhang long deep marks, strands of purple lightning spilling out.
Man and dragon confronted each other, and in an instant collided again, the rumbling noise was like the endless crashing of a thunder pool overhead.
An hour later, Wang Xuan was unaware of how many times he circulated the Creation True Scripture, absorbing vast amounts of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi to recover his intense outburst-induced exhaustion.
The wounds all over his body had healed; his clothes were dyed red, but Wang Xuan was indifferent, even treating the blood lost from injuries as useless blood to be actively expelled, nurturing more purple blood within for deeper transformation.
The tumbling true dragon, its body long since shrunk to a hundred zhang, its formidable dragon tail, claws, and fangs had inflicted significant injuries on Wang Xuan, and its pair of dragon horns even brought thunder forged from Immortal Source Evil Qi, nearly wrecking his flesh.
Were it not for the miraculous Path of Creation that drove out the clinging evil qi, he might have had to reincarnate and cultivate anew by now.
Yet ultimately, Wang Xuan survived, even having mutual victories and defeats in his battle with this true dragon, without being overwhelmed completely.
Wang Xuan, relying on his inexhaustible Creation Magical Power, was unafraid of expending his energy, his injuries healing rapidly.
By now, the remaining power of the Dragon Race Great Saint’s youthful imprint was less than a hundredth, the dust had settled.
"You are worthy, young one, but I still have a divine ability known as Nine Dragons Playing with the Pearl, let us see if you can withstand it!"
Having said this, the true dragon transformed into nine identical true dragons, quickly surrounding Wang Xuan, all their bodies crackling with undispersed lightning, charging at him together.
At this moment, Wang Xuan became the dragon pearl in the play of nine dragons. With all their combined power focused in the dragon heads, as they took a bite, it seemed they would divide Wang Xuan into nine pieces.
In an instant, the nine dragons converged, and in the eyes of all, their collision was like a star exploding, infinite lights and countless fiery streams shot out in all directions.
The grand array of the Immortal Martial Mountain had long been triggered, part of its power activated, dissipating the aftershocks of battle, else it would have been an unimaginable disaster.
From the explosion that could reduce a True Immortal to ashes, came a sound of footsteps, Wang Xuan staggered out, one of his arms in two pieces, connected only by some thin skin.
"This divine ability, clearly intended for mutual destruction, how could the Dragon Race Great Saint have been so insidious when young?"
Wang Xuan reattached his broken arm, cursed, then looked up at the Thunder Sea, a lightning creature more formidable than the Dragon Race Great Saint’s imprint was about to emerge.
Seizing the time to heal, Wang Xuan finally performed the Nine-Breath Qi-Intake Divine Power, rapidly advancing his state to its peak.
The Nine-Breath Qi-Intake Divine Power could indeed revive someone with full health, but its usage was limited in a short time, impossible to use endlessly.
Feeling the aura in the Thunder Sea, Wang Xuan frowned. If the imprint of the Dragon Race Great Saint’s youthful self was so troublesome, this lightning creature was likely even more challenging to deal with.
The creature in the Thunder Sea emitted an aura that made all celestial immortals of the Immortal Martial Mountain feel like facing a major enemy, a sharpness lay seemingly at their throats.
The suspense of heads about to fall made their scalps tingle, breaking out in a cold sweat not felt for many years.
Even the likes of Wu Zhutian, a True Immortal, felt the tenacious lock-on akin to maggots gnawing at bones, a world-shattering strike seemed poised to fall at their anxious moments.
This alarming scenario that twisted hearts and overwhelmed nerves, it would not take long before all tightly wound nerves here snapped, their Essence, Qi, and Spirit half exhausted before any battle began.
Wang Xuan likewise treated this as a major threat, his sword Dao accomplished, naturally knowing how terrifying such sword intent and killing intent were.
In terms of slaughter, the previously fought Dragon Race Great Saint’s imprint was far inferior to this being!
Thunk!
A sound like a dragon’s roar and tiger’s howl was heard, a sword light sliced the sky, shattering space, and in an instant fell atop Wang Xuan’s head.
From the Thunder Sea emerged a figure, judged by beauty could defeat the Nine Heavens Profound Maiden, by martial grace could rival a Celestial God, solitary yet free, dashing yet unrestrained.
His three-foot Qing Feng sword shot forth, its unparalleled sharpness could break ten thousand laws and slay ten thousand foes, now already descending upon Wang Xuan’s heavenly spirit.
The onlookers were dumbfounded, not just due to the stunning sword, but more so due to the person who wielded it.
They never expected that the person emerging from the Thunder Sea would be the Celestial Sword Mountain’s proprietor, Demon Suppression True Monarch, the Unparalleled Sword Immortal of sword Dao peak!