Source Revealed, Long Yin Returns Home

The first floor is open to everyone.

They only store Qin Wangchuan's cultivation techniques, without asking about his background or setting any barriers.

Only those at the second level and above require Qin Clan identity.

As soon as Long Yue approached, she heard a gasp of surprise:

"Holy crap! What is this technique? The Ten-Thousand-Dao Law?"

"And this wall... Is Divine Son Qin planning something big?"

Long Yue followed the man's gaze.

An entire wall had been cleared away.

On the snow-white wall, there were only two martial arts techniques, occupying only a small part of the wall.

Its name is:

<The Ten-Thousand-Dao Law: The Heaven-Opening>

<The Ten-Thousand-Dao Law - Dragon Form>

Long Yue paused slightly.

Below both techniques are densely packed small print. "Requires special physique and special methods; outsiders cannot learn it."

Even so, many people still eagerly flipped through it.

Someone held the Jade Slip, their brows furrowed.

Some people closed their eyes in deep thought, as if they had gained some insight.

Some people sat directly on the ground and began to contemplate the matter on the spot.

Even though we don't meet the requirements, we still want to learn something from it.

This, perhaps, was also Qin Wangchuan's Original Intention.

"Divine Son Qin has finally embarked on that path," someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The person next to him glanced at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

The man at the beginning pointed to the wall, a complex expression on his face.

"If I'm not mistaken, all future Daoist practices will begin with this [Ten-Thousand-Dao Law]."

"This is the Dao Lineage of the Divine Son Qin — the Path of Myriad Laws, the Ten-Thousand-Dao Law."

"Do you remember what the Divine Son said before? Myriad Laws Return to Origin!"

He paused.

"Now, the source has been revealed."

Silence reigned all around.

Immediately following was an even more heated discussion.

Long Yue stood at the edge of the crowd.

Hearing those words, she lowered her eyes, but a smile quietly crept onto her lips.

The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But that face was absolutely stunning.

Even the faintest smile, when it falls on her face, is like the first flower blooming on a snow-capped mountaintop, its cool elegance revealing a breathtaking brilliance.

Someone caught a glimpse of it and gasped.

Then came the second, and the third.

Some people stood frozen in place, some forgot what they were going to say, and some felt their hearts skip a beat.

She was completely unaware.

He simply turned and quietly left.

Her steps remained slow and gentle, but her pace was slightly lighter than when she arrived.

Serving the Dragon Lord.

This mission will not be shaken by any external force.

I just feel--

The Dragon Lord is truly amazing.

'Thank goodness, it was you.'

'You have won my heart and soul, you have made my dragon horns bloom, you have become my master.'

As she thought about it, Long Yue's body suddenly felt hot.

I looked down.

The word "Chuan" on my collarbone was faintly emerging, as if I sensed something, and it was slightly warm.

She raised her hand and gently pressed her fingertips on it.

I can sense the Dragon Lord's aura.

The Dragon Lord is with me.

The Dragon Lord's capital city is still within his own body.

But--

Long Yue sighed softly, then moved her fingers to touch her lower abdomen.

"Fifteen days..."

He paused, then lowered his voice, so low that only he could hear it:

"This is really tough."

Before the fifteen days were even over, Qin Wangchuan had to set off for the Yun Clan.

The Grand Competition for first-year Wandao Academy will be held soon.

That was an important opportunity to test himself, and he had to participate.

Before that, let's take care of these trivial matters all at once.

Only Ye Jianwei accompanied him.

"Respectfully seeing off the Dragon Lord."

Long Yue bowed respectfully, her voice calm and her expression unchanged.

That face still had that aloof look, and there was even more distance between it than usual.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at her.

Without saying anything, he turned and got into the carriage.

The carriage rose into the air and gradually disappeared into the distance.

Long Yue stood there, watching the figure disappear into the distant horizon.

She only looked away when she could no longer see him.

"Let's go back."

Turning around, just about to take a step--

I caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of my eye.

Qin Zhaoer sat on the eaves of a roof not far away, her hands supporting her on the tiles, her legs dangling in mid-air.

His face was filled with melancholy.

Long Yue paused in her steps.

She stopped under the eaves and bowed in greeting:

"Eighth Dao Child".

Qin Zhaoer glanced at her with her eyes lowered.

His gaze swept over her from head to toe, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Then, she gave a soft scoff.

Without saying a word, he got up, jumped off the roof, and left without looking back.

Long Yue watched the departing figure and raised an eyebrow slightly.

What a strange person.

She withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked in another direction with the dragon servant behind her.

The Qin Clan has its own network of influence.

It was a colossal entity that had been accumulated over thousands of years, with intricate roots and unfathomable depths.

But Qin Wangchuan should also have his own.

And that net—

It will be made by her.

Just as Qin Wangchuan set off for the Yun Clan.

In Middle Thousand Provinces, a similar major event was taking place.

The distances between these boundaries are vast.

Even with rare and exotic beasts, or even something like Interrealm Teleportation Array, the journey back to the sect is still incredibly long.

After a long and winding journey, Long Yin finally set foot on the land of the Soaring Cloud Realm.

Soaring Cloud Realm, Southern Region.

Azure Cloud Sect.

He stood Mountain Gate, gazing at everything before him, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Fire.

Fire filled the sky.

The once magnificent palace is now nothing but Ruins.

The stone steps that were once climbed are now charred and crumbling.

The archway Mountain Gate collapsed to the ground, and the three characters "Azure Cloud Sect" could still be faintly discerned from the ashes.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, so strong it was almost unbearable.

"No, no, no!"

"Master... Senior Sister... Junior Sister..."

Long Yin murmured to himself, then charged headlong into the sea of fire.

--

"Tell me! Where is the dragon?!"

A figure stood suspended in mid-air before the ruins of the Azure Cloud Sect's main hall.

He was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe with dark gold cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and his aura was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

His name is Zhuang Xu, and he is at the Supernatural Realm.

The Supernatural Realm might not be considered significant in the eyes of those from the Upper Realm.

But in Middle Thousand Provinces, that was enough to make him a powerful figure in the region.

The emergence of Dragon Qi has attracted powerful clans from the Upper Realm to the Lower Realm and vie for it, and this news has already spread throughout the entire Middle Thousand Provinces.

Although Zhuang Xu dared not contend with those truly powerful individuals, he was also unwilling to give up so easily.

So they began to search elsewhere for the possibility of dragons being born.

Regardless of whether it's True Dragon or not, as long as it can transform into human form and possesses Dragon Qi, he wants it.

After making inquiries from various sources, he actually found some Spider Silk:

In the Soaring Cloud Realm, there were rumors of dragons appearing in the world.

And so he came.

At this moment, Zhuang Xu grabbed one person by the neck with one hand and lifted them high into the air.

The man had white hair, tattered clothes, and was covered in blood.

It was Meng Song, the sect Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sect and Long Yin's master.