Genius Falls

Thirty thousand years on the Azure Dragon Continent, yet no true dragon has been seen.

Since ancient times, dragons vanished from the Azure Dragon Continent alongside immortals. People could only feel their majesty in legends and know their appearance from illustrations.

But no one had ever seen a living dragon; not a single one for a full thirty thousand years.

Thirty thousand years was too long. It was so long that the humans of the Azure Dragon Continent had come to believe that dragons, like immortals, had vanished forever from the Azure Dragon Continent.

But now...

On the Jiaolong Plain, over two hundred thousand spectators gazed up at the golden dragon on the Ascension Stele, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"No, it's fake." Soon, a cultivator came to his senses and saw through the illusion.

Though the golden dragon was lifelike, it was completely transparent, devoid of any vitality, and composed entirely of spiritual energy from the heavens.

"Heavens! What kind of martial art is this, to be able to conjure a dragon!" The audience below the stands marveled at the giant dragon on the 'Ascension Stele'.

"But it seems this dragon is a bit different from the ones drawn in books." A spectator wondered.

"Right, it has no wings, and it's a bit thinner~~"

"But it looks much better."

Great, the topic had been sidetracked again.

"This seems to be the true form of an ancestral dragon." Zhao Saint, in the VIP section, looked up at the conjured golden dragon and said in a deep voice.

"Exactly as recorded in the secret histories," Yan Sage said with a complex expression.

Chu Saint remained silent, appearing unfazed.

'Roar~'

With a dragon's roar, Yang Chengzhi in the sky clasped one hand and formed a palm with the other, head down and feet up. He gently pushed downwards with one hand. The golden dragon that had been circling him descended with the might of a dragon's roar.

"This is Flying Dragon in the Sky from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms." Ma Feifei had learned to remain calm when Yang Chengzhi revealed another ultimate technique from The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

However, it was somewhat surprising to Ma Feifei that the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from this low-level martial world could exert such immense power in the cultivation world.

On the stage, Xiaoyaozi transformed into a giant. His muscles swelled, and his clothes ripped apart, revealing bronze skin. Veins were clearly visible on his skin, with blood flowing within them, stretching and expanding the vessels. The spectators could feel the power of the surging blood energy.

'Pop~'

Another wave of light rose on the stage, enveloping it. This was a new defensive barrier conjured by the four academy instructors below, who had joined forces. They sensed that a single defensive barrier might not withstand the impact of this collision, so they added another layer.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi was holding the Spirit Sword Red Sickle with both hands. Powerful blood energy continuously poured into the sword, causing the Spirit Sword Red Sickle to vibrate. The red blade began to flow.

The War God Art had actually turned the color of the Spirit Sword Red Sickle's blade into real blood!

'Ah~~'

Xiaoyaozi roared like an angry Vajra, holding the sword upwards with both hands. The blood from the Spirit Sword Red Sickle flowed down the blade and onto Xiaoyaozi. In an instant, Xiaoyaozi was completely enveloped by the blood poured from the Spirit Sword Red Sickle, merging with it.

The spectators were stunned. Many had never witnessed such a scene in their lives.

In the sky, Yang Chengzhi descended with the golden dragon.

Below the stage, Xiaoyaozi, transformed into a blood-soaked figure, merged with the Spirit Sword Red Sickle and rose to meet him.

'Whoosh~'

The two transformed into a golden light and a red glow, finally colliding in mid-air~

At that instant, the world seemed to freeze. The golden light and red glow intertwined, forming the most beautiful scene in the world. The spectators watched this scene quietly, and for a moment, the image gave them an illusion. They weren't watching a fight to the death, but admiring a beautiful painting.

"So beautiful." Zhou Zhuling was mesmerized.

Ma Feifei nodded, his face filled with shock. The scene before him was far more spectacular than any fantasy special effects he had seen on television in his previous life. Most importantly, it was real. Ma Feifei was sitting in the stands, experiencing this moment firsthand.

"This is the charm of the cultivation world!"

For the first time, Ma Feifei gained a deeper understanding of this cultivation world. Looking at this dazzling scene, he seemed to understand why everyone in this world yearned for cultivation, to go higher and farther.

Because the people of this world were born to be extraordinary. In this world of infinite possibilities, wouldn't it be a waste to not strive for something?

'Pop~'

'Pop~'

After a long time, the silent scene was finally broken by two faint cracking sounds. The light rings surrounding the stage shattered and disappeared.

The protective barriers couldn't withstand the aftershocks and exploded.

'Boom~'

Immediately after, a golden-red light wave, emanating from mid-air, spread out and swept across the entire Jiaolong Plain.

The spectators could feel the power of this light wave from afar, and they prepared to channel their spiritual power to resist.

However, the light wave stopped before it reached the stands, as if blocked by something, and then dissipated.

Clearly, a powerful figure had intervened at that moment. But no one had the inclination to pay attention to that now. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the point of collision in mid-air.

The massive light wave within the combat zone finally dissipated, revealing the figures of Yang Chengzhi and Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi was no longer a blood-soaked giant, and the golden dragon was gone from Yang Chengzhi's side.

Space seemed to freeze. The two maintained their upward and downward positions, motionless.

Finally, the two moved, falling together from mid-air.

'Bang~'

They smashed heavily onto the stage.

At this moment, Jiaolong Plain was utterly silent.

"Who won?" After a long while, a spectator asked in a low voice.

Neither Xiaoyaozi nor Yang Chengzhi stood up. They lay on the stage, their lives uncertain.

Even the instructors watching from the side stood quietly, no one stepping forward to check.

"Did they take each other down?" Ma Feifei touched his chin, saying doubtfully.

Zhou Zhuling and Zhou Guanyu didn't answer him. They were both immersed in the previous strike, staring at the stage.

"He's still alive." Yun Qingyang said coolly from the side.

"And the other one?" Ma Feifei naturally knew who Yun Qingyang's 'he' referred to.

"Dead."

"Alas!" In the VIP section, Zhou Wuji looked at the scene on the stage and couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity."

Chu Saint remained as calm as ever, without the slightest ripple.

Yan Sage and Zhao Saint, however, watched everything with great interest, their gazes lingering on Yang Chengzhi the longest.

"Quick, look, Yang Chengzhi moved." The spectators on the stands exclaimed.

Although the stands were a bit far from the stage, for cultivators, a distance of several hundred meters was no different from being right in front of them. Yang Chengzhi on the stage did indeed move. His pair of bloody hands trembled slightly.

This slight tremor attracted the attention of all the spectators on the stands.

Everyone was focused on those mangled hands. Gradually, those hands pushed against the ground, helping the fallen Yang Chengzhi to sit up.

'Whoosh~'