A True Dragon Hidden in the Mortal World, a Jade Beauty Steps into the Mortal World

"In my dictionary, Hou Yanzhi, there is no such word as 'impossible,' only 'the more the better!'"

"I see, I seize, I obtain! This is the ultimate truth of Heavenly Dao!"

"Besides—" Hou Yanzhi declared confidently, "I am determined to be the confidant of all the women in the Three Thousand Provinces!"

Upon hearing this, all the elders remained silent.

I couldn't persuade them anymore.

Very well, let this young master who has had it too easy for too long run into some trouble and suffer a little loss. Perhaps it will be a good thing.

At the same time.

The other Imperial Clan and Ancient Sect naturally also heard the news.

The emergence of Dragon Qi is a good fortuitous opportunity, as it can nourish the Lineage's Qi Yun.

But it will also attract the old monsters to personally compete for this incredible opportunity.

Therefore, most Great Power regard it as a routine training exercise for the younger generation, and send mostly mid-level or promising disciples, rather than the most outstanding young Supreme Being.

Only the Netherworld Wang Clan, one of the Imperial Clan, seemed somewhat different.

"Xuan Ce, True Dragon has been born in the Glazed Realm. The clan has decided that you will go."

Deep within the Wang Clan compound, an aged voice drifted into the Quiet Room.

Wang Xuance, who was in seclusion, slowly opened his eyes.

His aura was deep and composed, and his body was filled with Dao Rhyme.

Instead of choosing to cultivate Supernatural Law, he chose to bypass this realm and directly enter the Heavenly Venerable Realm!

Clearly, he still harbored resentment towards Qin Wangchuan.

"Dragon Qi... I understand." Wang Xuance's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

There are still several months before the Dragon Clan are born, so there's no rush.

However, just as he was about to close his eyes again to consolidate his realm—

Achoo!

A sneeze, which came out of nowhere, broke the silence of the room.

Wang Xuance was stunned, rubbed his nose, and frowned slightly.

At his level, impervious to heat and cold, and warded off by all evil, how could he suddenly sneeze?

And just a moment ago, a strange, unsettling chill swept through my heart.

"Hiss~ This feeling..."

Wang Xuance's eyes flickered. "Could it be that Chu Wujiu and those other idiots are talking about me behind my back?"

"Etc."

He suddenly thought of a possibility, and his expression changed slightly.

"Qin Wangchuan won't go, will he?"

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he immediately shook his head.

"Impossible."

"It's just about gathering some Dragon Qi; it's not some earth-shattering fortuitous opportunity."

"Given his limited perspective and his current busy schedule, he probably wouldn't bother with such a trivial matter. Chu Wujiu and the others are likely preoccupied with their own affairs and won't get involved."

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little more at ease.

"It seems I've been in seclusion for too long, and I'm getting a bit paranoid." Wang Xuance chuckled self-deprecatingly, then stopped thinking about it and immersed himself back in his cultivation.

But that interrupted tranquility can never be regained.

The Heavenly Mystery Yun Clan, one of the Ten Great Imperial Clans.

The Cold Corridor Forbidden Land.

Deep within ancient mountains, shrouded in mist and restrictions year-round.

At the end of the corridor paved with Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade, the stone door that had been sealed for twenty years slowly slid open to both sides.

A young girl, barefoot, slowly walked out.

She looked to be around twenty years old, dressed in a simple White Veil, with her black hair cascading down to her calves.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her skin as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes like a painting, yet...

He showed no expression whatsoever.

His eyes were clear, yet empty, like two perfect but cold mirrors, reflecting everything in the world, but unable to reflect any emotional fluctuations belonging to "human beings".

She walked in quietly from inside the door, exuding an aura of indifference almost like the way of Heavenly Dao.

From the shadows of the corridor, a gentle yet weary and apologetic female voice rang out:

"Finally, you can leave this place. How do you feel?"

The girl's eyes were fixed straight ahead, her lips parted slightly, and her voice was ethereal and melodious, yet flat and emotionless:

What is feeling?

The voice in the shadows remained silent for a long time, so long that it seemed as if time itself had frozen.

Finally, the voice spoke again, asking another question:

"Having imprisoned you here for twenty years, do you harbor any resentment?"

"No."

The girl answered without hesitation, even with a hint of pure bewilderment, "Why should there be hatred?"

The sound was like a very faint, bitter laugh, filled with helplessness and heartache:

"Qing'er, my Qing'er, it's all my fault..."

"Go, go."

"Go and bring back the Dragon Qi, and at the same time—go to see the vast world, and experience the Myriad Tribulations of the Mortal World."

"Find that person or thing that can evoke feelings in you."

"Only in this way can your Immortal Physique truly be perfected and transformed into a complete Immortal Body unlike any seen in history."

The girl listened quietly, and only spoke again after she finished speaking, her tone still completely flat:

Is this an order?

"... right."

What is emotion?

The voice from the shadows paused for a long time before slowly speaking, each word seemingly uttered with all its might:

"Feeling sorrow and grief, knowing joy and anger."

"I want to see him, I want to look at him a little longer, I want to stay by his side a little longer. When we part, I don't want to leave... In my heart, there will be sourness, sweetness, warmth, and pain."

That's what feelings are.

The girl tilted her head, seemingly trying to understand these completely unfamiliar words, and finally shook her head gently.

"Don't know."

"It's okay, let's go find it."

Is this an order?

"... no."

What is that?

The girl's voice remained steady as ever, without a trace of emotion.

Those excessively beautiful yet empty eyes held no curiosity.

There was only a sense of pure confusion, like waiting for instructions on how to complete a task.

The voice in the shadows seemed to choke for a moment, finally turning into a sigh:

"Desire."

The girl stood still and quietly accepted the "task".

Then, she withdrew her gaze, her eyes calmly fixed on the patch of light at the end of the corridor, softened by the barrier.

"Oh."

There was no sudden realization, no emotional response.

A single word was all that was needed for the response.

The hem of her pristine white gauze robe swayed slightly, and her untouched bare feet stepped firmly onto the icy, Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade.

One step, two steps... the pace is even and constant, as if it had been precisely measured.

Without the slightest hesitation or lingering, she walked straight along the corridor paved with cold jade.

On the cold jade corridor, the footprints were faint.

Her gauze skirt brushed the ground, and her black hair flowed like ink.

Yun Qingyao, a young girl with the Wuwang Immortal Physique, was kept hidden by the Heavenly Mystery Yun Clan for twenty years.

Today, I step out of my cage.

People flock to the Glazed Realm, vying for the Dragon Qi and seizing the fortuitous opportunity.

Little did they know.

The girl who emerged from the end of the cold corridor was the one who had been born... the "True Dragon".

To seize her is like holding the chessboard of the heavens, capable of determining the fate of the world.

However, this "True Dragon" is born without a heart, and none of the laws of the world can bind its neck or restrain its heart.

No one could bear the consequences of their actions.

Except him.