One Moves, Eight Directions Tremble, Ten Thousand All Await
As I was watching, suddenly...
Dragon Scale, caught in the heat of battle, paused.
She turned her head and looked beyond the scorched earth, towards a direction beyond the True Dragon Realm.
For the first time, a different expression appeared in that usually indifferent calm.
The ferocious beast had been suppressed and beaten for so long that it was already covered in wounds and had no power to fight back.
Only when Dragon Scale was suddenly distracted did it finally find an opening.
Those beastly eyes suddenly flashed with malice, and with all its might, its fangs, carrying a foul stench, bit down hard at her.
Just moments before they succeeded.
Out of the corner of its eye, the ferocious beast caught a glimpse of a dragon's tail sweeping towards it.
It looks light and airy, but it contains unimaginable power.
Bang!
That massive, mountain-like body was forcefully swatted away by this tail, crashing back a great distance.
Before it could regain its form, Dragon Scale's fist came crashing down.
Wherever the fist passed, the air exploded, and immense power was poured into it.
The colossal body, as large as a mountain, was slammed down from mid-air by this punch, embedding itself heavily in the ground, half of its body completely buried in scorched earth, sending up a shower of rubble.
The violent impact momentarily blurred its consciousness; when it regained its senses, it struggled to lift its head.
What came into view was a figure descending from the sky under the blazing sun.
So fast that there was no warning, the Dragon Scale transformed into a golden light, carrying a sharp whistling sound that seemed to tear the sky apart, and pressed down upon them.
He stomped heavily on the raised beast head.
Boom!!!
The earth shook violently.
The enormous head, along with half of its body, was slammed into the ground by this attack from the sky, exploding from the inside out. Blood, flesh, and bone fragments flew everywhere, turning the area within a hundred feet into charred, bloody mud.
A punch, a kick.
Decisive and efficient.
Even Long Yue was slightly taken aback.
It's not surprising that this girl won; in fact, a complete rout was expected.
She hadn't expected to win so decisively.
After a moment of surprise, Long Yue was overjoyed and immediately wanted to step forward to offer her congratulations.
But when he looked up, he saw Dragon Scale staring blankly in another direction, motionless, her mind clearly not on this matter at all.
Strangely, I stepped forward and followed her gaze.
In the distance, a towering crack hangs silently at the edge of heaven and earth, the exit of this Ancient Dragon Minor Realm.
What are you looking at?
As Long Yue was thinking, Dragon Scale beside her spoke, her voice soft and indifferent.
"He's back."
I'm going to find him.
There was no explanation as to who he was, nor was an explanation necessary.
There was only one person who could ever get her to speak.
As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a golden ray of light and sped away towards the edge of the boundary.
As it sped away, its tall figure gradually shrank, until it emerged from the scorched earth, having already transformed back into its petite and delicate form.
Watching that departing figure, Long Yue felt no displeasure at being neglected, but simply shook her head and chuckled helplessly.
This girl is still the same as always.
In her heart and eyes, there has always been only the Dragon Lord.
No one or anything else matters to her.
Never mind, let her be.
Watching the figure disappear into the crevice, Long Yue withdrew her gaze, and the smile on her face faded.
Dragon Scale had her own joys, but she herself still had an unresolved matter weighing on her mind.
The task that the Dragon Lord entrusted to her before his departure.
They integrated the forces of the Wen Dao Palace and the Xuantian Pavilion, uniting them into one force.
To this day, progress remains extremely difficult.
It's not that she didn't try her best.
The truth is that those various forces only recognize the Dragon Lord.
When the Dragon Lord was alive, they were obedient and followed her every command; but once the Dragon Lord went into seclusion and disappeared, no matter how she planned or ran around, those people only paid lip service to her, and no one was willing to truly listen to her orders.
There's only one way to get those with high expectations to listen to you.
The Dragon Lord himself has arrived.
It's not just the Qin Clan.
As time went by, news of Qin Wangchuan's emergence from seclusion gradually spread.
One of the Imperial Clan, the War Immortal Chu Clan.
In a spacious Martial Arts Arena, Chu Wujiu was standing upside down, supporting himself with one hand on the ground.
He was shirtless, his bronze back taut, and with each rise and fall, the air around him seemed to hum and rumble, as if thunder were faintly emanating from him.
This is the Chu Clan's Secret Method for tempering the Nine Prisons Battle Body. Ordinary people would have their internal organs ruptured just by standing in this wave of energy.
He practiced casually, even glancing at an intelligence Jade Slip floating in front of him.
As he watched, a wide, excited smile suddenly spread across that Zhang Su etched with fighting spirit.
"Finally out of seclusion, Qin Wangchuan."
Upon hearing this, several figures on the sidelines perked up.
Those were several members of the same Chu Clan, the Prodigy selected from the main branch and branch families.
In the past, these people might not have looked up to anyone, but ever since Chu Wujiu defeated Qin Wangchuan and became famous in one battle, the clan's resources have been pouring into him like a tide.
Seeing their cousin's rise in status, everyone naturally gathered around him, spending their days exchanging sparring and talking with him, flattering him.
Upon hearing that Qin Wangchuan had emerged from seclusion, one of the bolder individuals immediately chimed in with a laugh.
"It's just leaving the pass, why are you so happy, Brother Wujiu?"
These people were well aware of how terrifying that Qin Clan Divine Son was.
But the more this was the case, the more these words resonated with Chu Wujiu.
After all, even the most formidable Divine Son was defeated by his Lineage not long ago.
Seeing that Chu Wujiu remained silent, the man who had spoken assumed that his flattery had hit the mark and grew even bolder, so he continued speaking.
"In the end, no matter how talented Qin Wangchuan is, he's nothing more than a defeated opponent of yours, Brother Wujiu."
He hadn't finished speaking.
The next instant, Chu Wujiu, who was upside down, touched the ground with his toes and sprang up like an arrow.
Before the man could react, a kick landed squarely on his body.
Boom!
The figure was kicked away and slammed into the stone wall beside the Martial Arts Arena, creating a deep, human-shaped crater, with gravel falling down in a shower.
Chu Wujiu landed steadily, the excitement on his face long gone, replaced by a cold and stern expression.
"Before discussing him, consider whether you're qualified."
"You haven't even fought him, yet you dare to spout nonsense here?"
The Prodigy who had been kicked into the wall clutched his chest and didn't dare utter a sound for a long time.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Only Chu Wujiu raised his head and looked towards the Qin Clan deep within the Immortal Court, the long-suppressed fighting spirit in his eyes gradually reigniting.
Defeating him once is far from enough.
"Qin Wangchuan..."
He licked his lips and grinned.
"Six months have passed, how much stronger have you become?"
Not just the Qin Clan, not just the Chu Clan.
As news of that person's emergence from seclusion spread, ripples quietly stirred throughout the Ten Directions Immortal Court.
At the center of all this discussion is Qin Wangchuan himself.
They had now arrived at the Old Ancestor Dojo, above the Longevity Tenth Heaven.
This is the highest point in the Qin Clan's territory, and also the place closest to the "Dao".
The sunlight and starry river flowed silently overhead, while beneath our feet lay Withering and Flourishing of withered and flourishing trees.
Plants grow wildly and flourish, then wither and die in an instant, returning to dust, in an endless cycle.
In the center of this cycle of Withering and Flourishing, Qin Taiyi sat alone, holding a chess piece.
With no one opposite him, he kept placing pieces, and his opponent also placed pieces out of thin air, engaging in a fascinating game of chess.
This scene reminded Qin Wangchuan of the past.
The Old Ancestor did indeed enjoy playing chess, either against Wood Ancestor or against thin air.
Or perhaps, someone is lurking behind this facade?
As they approached.
Qin Taiyi didn't even look up; his gaze remained fixed on the chessboard.
"The Wangchuan has arrived."