Ancestor Dragon Opens Its Eyes

A grayish-blue stream of light tore through the darkness of the cavern, and Cheng Xi, standing on a solitary wood suspension bridge, descended upon the bone altar! Savage chaotic sword essence raged within him, restrained by the Tongtian Origin Mark. His left eye was chaotic and disordered, his right eye a tearing sword light, both locked onto the monstrous claw that had broken free from its shell!

"Cheng Xi?!" Lu Buwei's shock instantly turned into ferocity. "You little bastard! How dare you intrude upon the Holy Lord's altar! You're seeking death!" he roared, frantically urging a secret technique within him, attempting to draw upon the altar's power! The black-robed Demonic Person let out a strange cry, black mist surging around him as countless Blood God Seeds shrieked and lunged at Cheng Xi!

However, Cheng Xi didn't even spare them a glance! In his eyes, there was only the dark golden demonic egg, throbbing to its limit, on the verge of incubating a world-destroying fiend!

"Fiend! How dare you bring disaster to the world!"

Cheng Xi roared, his voice shaking the cavern! He pointed two fingers like a sword, and the nascent chaotic sword essence within him, mixed with the power of the Tongtian Origin Mark, poured into the Qingping Sword Sheath without reservation!

"Zheng--!!!"

An unprecedented sword cry, as if it could tear apart the Primordial Era universe, erupted from the sheath! It was no longer clear and resonant, but filled with the roar of chaos and the fury of Intercepting Heaven! A supremely condensed, brilliant sword qi, colored a chaotic grayish-blue, shot up from the sheath's opening towards the sky!

The sword qi was not large, only three feet long, yet it emanated a terrifying aura that twisted and made the entire cavern space wail! At the sword qi's edge, chaotic currents churned, as if connected to an unknown source of destruction; along its blade, the Sky-Severing Edge flickered, carrying the resolve to sever all shackles of order!

This sword was the first harmonious resonance between the Chaos Origin Point and the Sky-Severing Sword Intent! It was Cheng Xi's first test of his newly formed Dao Foundation's edge! And it was the fire of vengeance ignited for the Witch Clan warriors and the common people of Xianyang!

"Slash--!"

Cheng Xi's sword-like fingers moved towards the dark golden demonic egg atop the altar, and he swung down fiercely!

The chaotic grayish-blue sword qi, ignoring spatial distance, instantly appeared above the demonic egg! Carrying the will to destroy all things, it fiercely chopped down!

"Roar--!!!"

A terrifying roar, mixed with shock, fury, and savagery, came from within the demonic egg! The monstrous claw that had broken free lunged upwards, its tip condensed into a black-red malevolent energy, attempting to directly confront this destructive sword strike!

Boom--!!!

The sword qi and the claw collided with a bang!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a grating, ear-piercing shriek of laws on a fundamental level being violently annihilated and dissolved! The chaotic grayish-blue sword qi and the black-red malevolent energy clashed and tore at each other! The seemingly indestructible monstrous claw, as if meeting its bane under the sword qi, had its tough scales eroded and dissolved at a visible rate!

"Aow--!" The demonic egg let out a pained roar! The claw trembled violently, the black-red malevolent energy rapidly dimming!

"Holy Lord!" The black-robed Demonic Person's eyes split open with rage. He unreservedly spat out a large mouthful of his vital essence, transforming it into a viscous blood shield to block the demonic egg! Lu Buwei's face also turned pale, frantically urging the foul blood runes flowing on the altar, attempting to reinforce the demonic egg's defenses!

Screech!

The chaotic sword qi was unstoppable! The blood shield was torn apart like paper! The foul blood runes flickered violently before crumbling into pieces! The residual sword qi fiercely struck the dark golden eggshell!

Crack crack crack--!!!

Heart-stopping cracking sounds erupted densely! On the incredibly tough dark golden eggshell, centered on the sword marks, vast, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread! Viscous, foul-smelling dark golden liquid gushed from the cracks! The savage roar from within the egg turned into a pained whimper!

"Pfft!" Cheng Xi also felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood! Forcibly unleashing his immature power to deliver this fatal blow, the backlash instantly swept through his entire body! His meridians felt like they were being cut by countless blades, and the chaotic sword essence raged within him. If not for the Tongtian Origin Mark and the phantom Green Lotus surrounding him fiercely protecting his heart and Dao Foundation, he would have long since exploded! His body swayed, and he fell from the phantom wood bridge, landing on one knee, using the Qingping Sword Sheath to support himself, barely staying upright.

"The Holy Lord's eggshell... cracked?!" The black-robed Demonic Person looked at the giant egg covered in cracks and oozing fluid, as if his spine had been broken, and collapsed to the ground.

Lu Buwei's face was even more ashen, his eyes filled with unbelievable fear and despair! His greatest reliance, the Holy Lord he had nurtured with countless efforts and sacrifices, had been critically wounded by Cheng Xi's sword?!

However, just as Cheng Xi was exhausted, and Lu Buwei and the Demonic Person were in despair—

"Roar--!!!"

From within the cracked demonic egg, a roar erupted, far more savage, more frenzied than before, filled with extreme malevolence and the desire for destruction! From the cracks in the eggshell, two scarlet, blood-red, millstone-sized—evil eyes—suddenly lit up!

An even more terrifying, more chaotic, fierce aura, as if it would drag the entire Primordial Era into an abyss of destruction, erupted like a volcano, shattering the eggshell's restraint and sweeping out!

The eggshell shattered completely!

Xianyang, in front of Zhangtai Palace.

The battle had entered its most brutal phase. The palace gates were shattered, and the jade steps were stained with blood! The corpses of the Elite Guards and the mangled limbs of the demonized Imperial Guards were mixed together, covering the square. The air was thick with an unshakeable stench of blood and burnt flesh.

Meng Tian was covered in blood, his armor broken, his left arm hanging limply, clearly severely wounded. He tightly gripped a broken halberd in his right hand, forming a defensive circle back-to-back with the remaining dozens of Elite Guards, fiercely protecting the closed palace gates behind them. Before them surged a tide of endless demonized monsters!

Even more terrifying were the tiny Blood God Seeds in the air, like persistent maggots, constantly seeking opportunities to pounce on the exhausted warriors, turning them into new monsters!

"Hold the line! Fight for the Great King!" Meng Tian roared hoarsely, his voice carrying an undisguised hoarseness and exhaustion. Comrades fell one by one beside him, their defensive line constantly shrinking.

Suddenly!

An indescribable tremor, originating from the depths of his bloodline, swept through Meng Tian's entire body without warning! It was as if some ancient slumbering existence had been awakened by the drastic changes outside, letting out its first roar of anger! This tremor was majestic, vast, carrying the weight of creation and an extreme aversion to chaos!

"What is this..." Meng Tian looked up sharply, gazing in the direction of Mount Li, his eyes bursting with unbelievable light!

At the same time!

Boom--!!!

The heavy, closed palace gates of Zhangtai Palace were violently blasted open from the inside by an irresistible, immense force! Splintered wood flew out like arrows!

A figure slowly emerged from the shattered palace gates.

Ying Zheng!

He was still wearing black robes, but now, faint, intricate, dark golden dragon scale patterns shimmered on them! The Tai'a Sword he held tightly in his hand vibrated intensely, and the purple-gold dragon energy coiled around it was no longer a phantom but had nearly solidified! A terrifying pressure, as heavy as a mountain, as majestic as a prison, carrying the might of armies marching through mountains and rivers, like an awakened ancient giant god, spread out from him as the center!

All the demonized monsters on the square froze instantly the moment this pressure descended! Their scarlet eyes instinctively revealed a fear originating from their very life level!

Ying Zheng slowly raised his head. His face remained stern, but his eyes, like deep pools, had now completely transformed into pure, majestic, burning with dark golden flames—Dragon Eyes!

"Filthy vermin..." Ying Zheng spoke, his voice low, but like a dragon's roar from the highest heavens, containing an anger and supreme majesty that could not be washed away even by all the waters in the world, "How dare you... defile my Xianyang?!"

He took a step forward!

Boom!

The jade floor beneath his feet instantly cracked and sank! A condensed, tangible dark golden dragon-shaped energy, entwined with purple lightning, roared out from where he stepped, like a plow overturning a nest, fiercely crashing into the dense monster horde ahead!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dozens of demonized monsters blocking the path of the dragon-shaped energy, regardless of their size, exploded like they were struck by an invisible giant hammer! They turned into a sky full of foul-smelling blood mist! The dragon-shaped energy's momentum did not diminish; wherever it passed, monsters fell in swathes, forcefully plowing a path paved with flesh and blood through the tide of enemies!

"An... Ancestor Dragon?!" Meng Tian watched the figure that descended like a god, feeling the resonance and pressure from deep within his bloodline, trembling with excitement! The surviving soldiers of the Elite Guards camp erupted with fervent shouts of survival!

"Long live the Great King!"

"Kill! Kill all these demons!"

Ying Zheng (or rather, the King of Qin who had preliminarily awakened the Ancestor Dragon's true spirit), holding the humming Tai'a Sword, swept his Dragon Eyes across the plaza of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, finally fixing on the distant beacon tower burning with black flames, and the direction of the Shady Ravine of Mount Li. In his eyes, rage and cold killing intent intertwined.

"Lu Buwei... demonic egg..." The dragon-like voice carried a bone-chilling coldness, "And... Cheng Xi..."

He could feel it! He could feel the earth-shattering collision coming from Mount Li! He could feel a familiar power, carrying Chaos and sharpness, erupting! And he could also feel... a more terrifying, more chaotic ferocity awakening!

"Meng Tian!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Meng Tian endured the pain, straightening his spine.

"Hold the palace gate! Clear out the remaining enemies!" Ying Zheng's voice was unquestionable. "Wait for me... I will personally go to Mount Li and end all this!" Before he finished speaking, his figure moved, transforming into a dark golden dragon-shaped stream of light, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, and soared towards Mount Li!