The Dragon Lord Had Risen from the Dead!

"Bodhisattva, this behavior is a bit excessive!"

On Mount Liuyang, clouds and mist rise and fall.

Beneath an ancient pine tree, two figures shrouded in spiritual mist are playing chess.

The Six Mountain God gazed at the Bodhisattva [Water Moon Treasure Flower], who was dressed in tattered clothes and leaning on a cane, with a bright halo emanating from her head, radiating boundless compassion and Immeasurable Light, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"The cultivation level of your sect's [Precious Elephant] Arhat is inherently higher than that of the water god."

"If that's the case, then so be it."

"After all, that water god was a solitary cultivator practicing in the wild, unlike the true masters of the major sects; this was his fate."

"But..."

"You have bestowed upon [Baoxiang] a relic of the Buddha's bone from the time of a Bodhisattva's passing."

"He forcibly raised his cultivation level by a whole level."

"Do they really think that there is no one left in our [divine way]?"

The Six Mountain God's face was filled with anger, and boundless thunder suddenly arose in the Grand Void, as if the heavens were enraged.

Even the Six Yang Divine Mountain beneath their feet seemed to be about to erupt, shrouded in boundless splendor.

"The two Dao Ancestor made a vow that day, pursuing justice and fairness."

"Your actions violate the Imperial Decrees of the Dao Lord."

"I cannot stand idly by."

Having said that, the vast, ocean-like, and awe-inspiring divine power transformed into a massive hand that blotted out the sky and directly grabbed at the [Baoxiang] Arhat who was fighting Zhao Wushang in Qingyu Jiangshan.

[Water Moon Treasure Flower] Bodhisattva sighed softly, a trace of compassion flashing across her aged face. The cane in her hand emitted an image of evergreen life and crashed down on the giant hand formed by the Six Mountain God.

"Fellow Daoist."

"This humble monk has fervently sought the Buddhahood for countless years."

"Today I have the privilege of seeing Bodhi and encountering the Innate Spiritual Treasure, the [Nine Dragons Water Crown]."

"If we don't fight for it, how can we be content?"

The Bodhisattva lowered her brows, her eyes filled with compassion.

"Moreover, this Water Lord inherited the legacy of that wicked dragon from the past, and is already tainted with Karmic Debt."

"If I could enter the Pure Land of Buddha today, I could take a walk in the Forest of Merit."

"It might not be a bad thing."

"In the past, the Buddhas and Emperors of the Buddhist and Divine realms descended to determine the cause and effect of this place."

"But it doesn't say that you can't get help from outside."

"After all, for us cultivators, magical treasures and elixirs are all forms of strength."

The Six Mountain God sneered:

"What a silver tongue!"

"Truly worthy of being a great Buddhist master, he possesses the ability to speak eloquently."

Rumble!

Streams of spiritual energy reverberated in the heavens, stirring up surging currents that exploded across the Grand Void.

These two cultivators, who were almost at the Great Luo realm, nearly came to blows.

On the Qingyu River.

Zhao Wushang glanced indifferently at the [Precious Elephant] Arhat, who was displaying great power and invincible posture.

"I haven't had enough of the world's splendor, and I don't want to go to the Netherworld so soon."

"Therefore, please let the old monk go and face his death first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wushang swayed slightly.

The human Dao Body collapsed with a crash, revealing the scales beneath the skin and flesh. An Auspicious Cloud of misty water rose up, and within the Auspicious Cloud, a five-clawed dragon with horns and horns, surrounded by a pale blue divine light, stretched out and stirred up thousands of golden snakes.

Two crimson-gold dragon eyes, resembling sacred mountains, flashed with ferocious light, and the dragon's head split open into a gaping maw of blood:

"Roar~"

Amidst the roars of dragons, accompanied by wind and rain, and amidst the vast expanse of blue waves, Zhao Wushang revealed his true dragon form. His innate supernatural powers allowed him to move with ease on the Qingyu River. He gazed at the Blessing Divine Pestle that pressed down upon him like a mountain, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

With a single claw strike forward, countless extraordinary phenomena appeared amidst the tremors of Wind and Thunder, and a surging aura of blood and energy shot straight into the Yunxiao.

The pure and incomparable power collided violently with the Blessing Divine Pestle.

Throughout history, the cultivation of [demonic paths] has been characterized by both innate supernatural abilities and an unparalleled physical body.

Therefore, all Demon Clan are stronger in combat than in cultivation of other paths.

If it weren't for the fact that the growth of the Demon Clan requires a long period of time.

Otherwise, the outcome of that ancient battle would have been uncertain.

Moreover, the Dragon Clan is the ruler of the Dragon Court for millennia, an imperial clan revered by all demons.

The true dragon bloodline is mysterious and extraordinary, the body is indestructible, and the strength can move mountains and cross seas. The power displayed in every move is comparable to Divine Abilities and Mystical Arts.

Rumble!

The greatest sound is silent, the Great Form is Formless.

The instant Zhao Wushang transformed into a true dragon and made his move.

The confident expression on the face of the [Precious Elephant] Arhat completely crumbled.

He stared in horror at the dragon that had revealed its true form, as majestic as the sun in the sky. A voice filled with fear and disbelief echoed through the Grand Void.

"Nine Mighty River Dragon Lord?!"

"You're not dead?"

The true dragon that Zhao Wushang had transformed into laughed heartily, its voice shaking the wind Wind and Thunder:

"Of course I will not die."

"How could a mere [Brahma-sounding Dragon-Subduing Bodhisattva] know the treacherous nature of my [demonic] supernatural powers?"

"I am a true dragon; who in this world can kill me?"

"Who dares to kill me?"

As Zhao Wushang personally acknowledged that he was the [Nine Mighty River] Dragon Lord, the old dragon who had traveled across the north and south of the river countless years ago, causing boundless slaughter.

[Baoxiang] Luohan's face was deathly pale with shock, and his eyes were filled with despair.

Although his strength was unparalleled in the Immortal Realm, compared to such a behemoth, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree—laughable and overestimating his own abilities.

Just as he was filled with panic and about to flee,

The immense, irresistible force of the dragon Blessing Divine Pestle instantly engulfed his body.

The golden body of the [Precious Elephant] Arhat shattered with a crash.

It turned into countless fragments that fell into the Qingyu River.

The shattered golden statue of the Arhat Baoxiang staggered out of the Grand Void.

Golden light flashed beneath his feet, and he turned and fled hastily towards Liuyang Mountain.

Only by going to Liuyang Mountain and seeking the protection of the Bodhisattva [Shuiyue Baohua] can one possibly escape today's Tribulation of Slaughter.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wushang slightly shook the dragon's head.

"Fine."

"Let's understand all these matters together today."

"So that no Tom, Dick, or Harry will keep causing trouble."

So he raised his dragon head, roared to the sky, and then unleashed a colossal wave.

Heading upstream along the Qingyu River, upstream of the Jiuwei River.

Today, we occupy the entire Jiuwei River!

Suddenly, a thick fog rose up over the Jiuwei River.

Within the mist, the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard, but the true form of the dragon could not be seen.

Peddlers and laborers on both sides of the strait, as well as mountain spirits and monsters, all felt a sense of awe.

"Greetings, Grandpa Dragon King! Greetings, Grandpa Dragon King!"

"Grandpa Dragon King, please calm down! Grandpa Dragon King, please calm down!"

"..."

Zhao Wushang is not truly the [Nine Mighty River] Dragon Lord, so naturally he wouldn't engage in water-related matters like him, thus ruining his own merits and fortune.

"This time, I will stir up trouble and ride the clouds."

"It's because those monks from the Vajra Temple trespassed into my house."

"They said they would pluck off my dragon horns, peel off my dragon skin, and pull out my dragon tendons."

"Therefore, I only condemn the Buddhist and Daoist practices in this place; it does not affect the affairs of sentient beings. Do not be alarmed!"

Having said that, he swung his dragon tail, creating a giant wave, and continued chasing after the monk [Baoxiang].

The beings on both sides of the strait saw that this Dragon King truly did not commit any acts of killing, but only punished the ringleaders.

I couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Then he transformed his lingering fear and terror into disgust for Jingang Temple and Jiangbei [Buddhism and Daoism].

If these monks hadn't angered the old dragon in the river, how could such a disaster have occurred?

This is what ordinary people think.

As for this area, the various Daoist lineages and numerous cultivation families were filled with dread and alarm.

"A powerful dragon crossing the river."

"Truly a powerful dragon crossing the river."

"Could it be that the old dragon really survived?"

"That's not right. Back then, it was both the Buddha and the Emperor of the two realms who personally declared that the old dragon was dead."

"Could it be that he possesses some kind of supernatural ability to deceive everyone?"

"Hehe, whether this person is [Nine Mighty River] Dragon Lord or not, [Precious Elephant] Arhat and Vajra Temple have really kicked a hornet's nest this time."

"A true dragon is far beyond what other Great Demons can compare to."

"Those monks are truly hypocritical; now someone will teach them a lesson."

"..."

Both north and south of the Yangtze River, various factions were engaged in endless discussions.

But Zhao Wushang turned a deaf ear to all of this.

He traveled upstream along the Jiuwei River.

Streams of divine power were generated from the Grand Void, slowly enhancing his divine status and increasing his divine authority.

His newly promoted Divine Rank 3 is now rapidly advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

'Even if the original Zhao Wushang had transformed into a true dragon and successfully navigated the waters, he might not have been able to achieve the rank of a second-grade Divine God so easily.'

'But I'm different.'

Its true form is of extremely high status; it is the Black Emperor Supreme, who rules over all the waters of the Primordial World.

Today, the transformation zone consists of just this small river.

Ultimately, it's Qingyujiang's good fortune.

So Zhao Wushang continued to improve his strength while closely following behind the [Precious Elephant] Arhat.

When he and the [Precious Elephant] Arhat arrived at the front of Liuyang Mountain, his cultivation had already reached the Transcendent Realm, and he was only one step away from stepping into the second rank of the Divine Path.

Its majestic aura penetrated the Vast Ocean, revealing boundless terror in its subtle depths.

This situation not only made the [Baoxiang] Arhat, who was desperately fleeing ahead, feel extremely tormented, with beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Even the Bodhisattva [Water Moon Treasure Flower], who was sitting upright on the top of Liuyang Mountain and fighting with the Liuyang Mountain God, could not sit still.

"It really is that wicked dragon."

"That wretched creature isn't quite dead yet!"

If it weren't for that evil dragon returning to the universe.

Why is the spirit of [Jiuweijiang] so docile, completely submitting to the dragon without even offering any resistance?

Moreover, the dragon seed's advancement to the second-rank Divine Venerable was so effortless and skillful, clearly indicating that it was an old relic undergoing a complete transformation.

The Bodhisattva's originally kind face now appeared somewhat ferocious.

At the same time, a bad feeling arose in her heart.

The old dragon that once traversed the rivers north and south of the Yangtze, already showed signs of Dao Lord.

Now it has returned, though not to its former glory.

However, its imposing presence weighed heavily on the heart of [Water Moon Treasure Flower] Bodhisattva, like a mountain, making her feel incredibly burdened.

So, is it still possible for our family to succeed in acquiring the [Nine Dragons Water Crown], this Innate Spiritual Treasure?

The Six Mountain God also stopped fighting with the [Water Moon Treasure Flower] Bodhisattva.

He gazed with a complex expression at Zhao Wushang, who was maneuvering nimbly in the Grand Void.

A faint sense of melancholy rose in my heart.

"The return of an old friend—I wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing for both the north and south banks of the Yangtze River."

In the past, when he was just a minor deity, this dragon god was already a great god who traversed both the north and south banks of the Yangtze River, commanding respect on both sides of the Jiuwei River, and possessing immense divine power.

The two had never met.

But it wouldn't hurt to say goodbye to an old friend.

Dragons are known for their unruly and arrogant nature.

This dragon god once 'fell' at the hands of [Buddhism and Daoism], thus incurring their wrath.

With all the Dao Lord now living in seclusion, it would be extremely difficult to persuade this dragon to lay down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha.

'However, this is also something that all the Bodhisattvas of the Buddhist and Daoist traditions should consider.'

'And what does this have to do with this old Mountain God?'

Looking at the ashen face of the Bodhisattva [Water Moon Treasure Flower], the Six Mountain God felt a strong urge to watch the spectacle unfold.

While the two were each lost in their own thoughts...

Suddenly, a mournful cry echoed from the heavens, shaking the surrounding land and stirring up waves.

There, before the Six Yang Mountains, on the Nine Wei River.

A dragon claw gleaming with cold light pierced through the body of [Baoxiang] Arhat, tearing out his still-beating heart, and then crushing it with a crash.

"Have mercy!"

Before the terrified cries of the Arhat [Baoxiang] could fade, his shiny bald head shattered into pieces like a watermelon falling to the ground.

With a casual slap, Zhao Wushang killed the [Precious Elephant] Arhat. His immense aura soared into the heavens, stirring up gusts of Wind and Thunder.

He stepped into the second rank of the Divine Path.

On Mount Liuyang, the Bodhisattva [Shuiyue Baohua] spoke in a hoarse voice, her eyes seeming to hold a thousand evil spirits ready to devour anyone who might be caught in her way:

"Evil creature!"

"How dare you commit such heinous acts of killing, murdering my [Buddhist and Daoist] disciples?!"

The murderous intent surging within her seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

The murderous aura in his tone was enough to chill the Six Mountain God to the bone.

"Ha ha!"

"Endless years have passed, and [Buddhism and Daoism] still maintain the same facade."

"Truly, I will never forget it!"

Amidst the swirling mist, Zhao Wushang transformed into a humanoid Dao Body, with prominent horns and eyes like the sun.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the river, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the sky as he stared at the [Water Moon Treasure Flower] Bodhisattva.

"What? In the Bodhisattva's mouth, only the monk [Baoxiang] is allowed to kill me?"

"And yet I am forbidden to kill him?"

"What kind of logic is that in this world?"

"Besides, even if I kill him, what can you do to me?"

[Water Moon Treasure Flower] Suddenly, countless rays of Buddhist light surged from the Bodhisattva's body, and his aged voice was filled with boundless anger and killing intent:

"Evil dragon."

"If you were at your peak, this Bodhisattva would still show you some respect."

"But you have only just regained your position as a second-rank deity."

"How dare you be so arrogant in front of me?!"

Having said that, golden lotus flowers began to bloom from the Grand Void, and the Bodhisattva [Water Moon Treasure Flower] descended from nothingness, each step bringing forth a lotus.

The Six Mountain God instinctively tried to stop him, but was forced back by the coldness in the eyes of the [Water Moon Treasure Flower] Bodhisattva.

"Is the Mountain God trying to obstruct me, or is he trying to become an enemy of my [Buddhist and Daoist] sect?"

The Six Mountain God sighed and sat back down.

"Bodhisattvas cannot represent [Buddhism]."

"[Buddhism and Daoism] might not even consider this old man a threat."

"There's no need for that."

Although he and the water god were old acquaintances, they had no real relationship.

It's not worth it for me to take the lead.

The Six Mountain Gods retreated.

The Bodhisattva [Water Moon Treasure Flower] entered the Grand Void in an instant and landed directly on the Jiuwei River.