Swish, swish, swish, swish—
The instant the Xuanyuan Divine Sword revealed the side of its blade engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, an immense surge of sword qi seemed to unfold into a vast starry sky.
The entire Dragon Vein Land shook as though mountains and earth were trembling. The fortune that had gathered there for a thousand years turned violent amid the upheaval, dust and ash rising as if they would form a boundless heaven and an ancient wilderness beneath that majestic sword intent. Deep as an abyss, it instantly locked onto Jiang Dali and the Demon Dragon.
Jiang Dali felt the blood throughout his body nearly freeze. His primordial spirit was cowed by that immense, terrifying power of fortune, leaving him unable to move.
"Roar!"
The Demon Dragon let out a panicked howl. Its dragon body was suppressed so tightly by that power of fortune that it became stiff and rigid, unable to draw upon even a trace of the power of Heaven and Earth. The next moment, it was about to fall.
"Ting—!"
A sharp needle hum suddenly rang out from one of the doorways above. Accompanied by a flash of silver light, it shot like lightning into the space below where the tomb lay.
Yet the silver needle instantly halted amid the dust and smoke, then dropped straight to the ground.
At that moment, Jiang Dali felt as though his mind had been pricked by a needle. Needle intent invaded his mind, and his suppressed spirit and thoughts began to stir. He immediately let out a long howl and activated the power of his Heaven-Defying Destiny.
A defiant force rose from his body, sending his long hair standing on end.
Without hesitation, he thrust the dragon vein in his hand forward with one palm. At