The members of the Preaching Squad looked at one another, seeming to have already formed a plan.
"Roar!"
Little White Dragon was the first to respond, letting out a dragon roar that pierced metal and shattered stone.
"Dao Venerable is the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons. As long as I gather the dragon aura we have now, I can roughly recreate the scene from that day."
Little White Dragon paused.
"As far as I know, when Dao Venerable was still a magical treasure, he was placed within a Lotus Pond. I can simulate it to some extent."
"Ten Thousand Dragons Return to Their Origin, Lotus Pond Manifest!"
In an instant, vast watery vapor surged from his body.
Great swathes of emerald spiritual water gushed out of thin air across the once-dry, cracked bluestone floor.
Mist swirled over the water's surface, transforming into a boundless ancient Lotus Pond!
The pond water churned, carrying the Dragon Clan's distinctive aura of vastness and antiquity.
"Good! I'll be the leaves!"
Sha Wujin's eyes widened, a trace of determination flashing deep within them.
He viciously drove the broken Demon-Subduing Treasure Staff in his hand into the pond water.
"Green Lotus Sword Song, rise!"
Clang!
Using the treasure staff as a sword, Sha Wujin released a clear sword cry that seemed to cross the ages.
Countless streams of azure sword qi spread wildly from the staff. They did not turn into blades meant for killing, but instead intertwined and coiled along the water's surface.
Huge azure lotus leaves rapidly unfolded across the pond, radiating sharp sword intent while brimming with vitality!
At that moment, sword intent and life force achieved perfect balance.
This was the sword art Dao Venerable had passed down through the Golden Turtle Island lineage. His masters all knew it, so naturally he