Just as everyone was filled with surprise and doubt.
The group slowly walked out.
The leader was an elderly man dressed in a blue brocade robe.
The old man had high cheekbones, and several bluish scales on his cheeks had not faded and opened and closed slightly with his breathing.
Behind him followed a dozen or so men in green robes, all with fierce eyes and bulging Qi and Blood.
This scene.
What the Red Sun Demon Venerable saw from afar caused the old man's face to instantly twist in pain.
Jiang Yuechu slightly turned her head and glanced at the Old Red Flood Dragon beside her, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Know?"
"I'd recognize you even if you were ashes!"
The Red Sun Demon Venerable gritted his teeth and said to Jiang Yuechu, "This group is the Green Flood Dragon Clan of the North Sea. The old bastard leading them is the current elder of the North Sea lineage, the Green Underworld Great Sage."
Upon hearing this...
Jiang Yuechu gave a perfunctory reply, "Oh..."
The old man in the green robe slowly walked to the center of the arena, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the old man in the yellow robe, and said with a forced smile, "I was wondering who the Golden Scale Tribe would send for the opening of the Dragon-Washing Pool... I never expected that it would be the Soaring Heaven Great Sage himself who would come..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the young man in the brocade robe almost imperceptibly.
"It seems... the Golden Scale Tribe is determined to seize this opportunity to Dragon Transformation?"
I saw this person.
The old man in yellow robes, addressed as the Soaring Heaven Great Sage, merely lifted his eyelids slightly and nodded indifferently. "Indeed, it is a must-win situation."
"However... I, in my life of conquest and slaughter, Lamp-Lighting six times, and five of them have already been lit... If you truly desire this fortune, why not join forces and give it a try? If you're lucky, there might still be some chance..."
"..."
The old man in the green robe narrowed his eyes.
I never expected that the other party would so brazenly reveal such a crucial detail.
While Lamp-Lighting is powerful, each time Lamp-Lighting opportunity is used up, the chance of the Tower-Ascending Realm decreases.
Although Demon have long lifespans, often measured in tens of thousands of years, they are ultimately not without end.
Even if one enters the Lamp-Lighting but not the Tower-Ascending Realm, when one's Qi and Blood are depleted, one is nothing more than a handful of Yellow Earth.
No wonder that old dog came out of the mountains in person this time... He probably knows that with only one chance to Lamp-Lighting, he can no longer cultivate normally and Tower-Ascending Realm.
Therefore, he wanted to take advantage of the Dragon Transformation to forcefully knock on the door to the Tower-Ascending Realm.
Just as the old man in the green robe was making his calculations...
A sneer suddenly rang out.
"Oh..."
The young man in brocade robes standing beside Teng Xiao casually swept his gaze over the assembled demons. "He was just saying it casually, just being polite... You don't really have a chance."
Upon hearing this statement...
All the demons' eyes were fixed on the boy.
The Golden Scale Tribe is indeed powerful, being the leader of the Yellow Flood Dragon lineage, but the only people present today are this old man and this young man.
Although the Soaring Heaven Great Sage is powerful, he just revealed his true strength.
The Lamp-Lighting six times, and five of them have already been used.
These old guys are certainly terrifying when they fight with their lives on the line, but they're not quite what they used to be like.
As for that boy...
Although the atmosphere was somewhat strange, it did not reveal any mountains or rivers.
On what grounds?
Where does the Golden Scale Tribe get its confidence to treat all the heroes of the world as nothing?
The Red Sun Demon Venerable, cowering behind Jiang Yuechu, couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, "Truly arrogant beyond measure... He's so eager to provoke public wrath; isn't he afraid of being surrounded and killed once he enters the Dragon-Ascension Platform..."
Jiang Yuechu remained calm and did not respond.
But her gaze fell on the boy.
That's interesting...
Such arrogance and complacency.
Either he's lost his mind.
Or...
They truly possessed methods capable of overwhelming everyone present.
Yao Qi surged across the plaza, concealing murderous intent.
Yet no one made a move.
Those who managed to get to the Dragon-Washing Pool, apart from the lesser demons who came with their elders to broaden their horizons, were all Great Demon who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Who's willing to be the first to stick their neck out?
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
"Call..."
The Green Underworld Great Sage took a deep breath, his azure scales on his cheeks opening and closing slightly. "This young friend is quite unfamiliar, but he has quite the audacity to say that none of us have a chance... He must be a peerless genius that the Golden Scale Tribe has kept hidden for many years?"
That's all.
His tone shifted abruptly, becoming chilling.
"Since you are a prodigy, why not state your name?"
"It'll allow us... to broaden our horizons."
These words were spoken rather politely.
However, the words already hinted at a degree of interrogation.
Upon hearing this, everyone perked up their ears.
However.
The young man in the brocade robe ignored him, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the towering black building.
As for the Soaring Heaven Great Sage behind him, his eyelids drooped, and he remained calm and composed.
"..."
To be ignored like this.
The Green Underworld Great Sage's vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and his killing intent almost overflowed from his eyes.
But he ultimately held back.
This is the Dragon-Washing Pool.
With the Dragon-Ascension Platform about to open, it would be unwise to provoke a seasoned Lamp-Lighting like Ran Deng for the sake of a moment's impulse.
He merely glanced deeply at the old man and the young man, then waved his sleeve.
"Since the Golden Scale Tribe is so confident, then let's... settle this on the stage!"
Having said that, he led his clansmen to the other side of the square and said no more.
A disturbance vanished without a trace.
The demons who had been watching the spectacle all reluctantly withdrew their gazes.
in this way.
I sat there listlessly for two days.
The wind and snow intensified.
Jiang Yuechu sat cross-legged on a huge rock, letting the snow fall all over her shoulders, her breathing long and even, without moving an inch.
The Old Red Flood Dragon beside him was restless, occasionally opening his eyes to look at the tall building, or warily observing the various tribes, as if sitting on pins and needles.
Until the morning of the third day.
The first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, shining on the tops of the black skyscrapers.
Buzz--
A deep, muffled hum came from deep underground.
Immediately afterwards.
A dazzling light shot into the sky from the tightly closed black stone gate.
"It's open!!!"
Someone shouted.
The once quiet square instantly erupted in chaos, with several streaks of Streak of Light bursting forth.
The Soaring Heaven Great Sage, who had been resting with his eyes closed, grabbed the shoulder of the young man in brocade robes beside him and instantly disappeared into the radiance.
Seeing someone taking the lead.
The other branches were not to be outdone.
The Green Underworld Great Sage snorted coldly, tossing out a token that transformed into a light barrier to protect his clansmen behind him.
"Walk!"
A beam of blue light enveloped more than a dozen figures, who followed closely behind and rushed into the gate.
Then came all sorts of Demon. Anyone who had the qualification to enter rushed to the scene, fearing that if they were a step too slow, the fortuitous opportunity to Dragon Transformation would be snatched away by someone else.
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The once crowded and bustling square was instantly emptied of most of its area.
Only some weak juniors or elders from various tribes remained to guard the gates.
Now that the main culprits are in jail, the rest of the scumbags and losers are naturally not worth the trouble.
They gathered in twos and threes, some sitting cross-legged and breathing exercises, others talking in hushed tones.
Their conversation was mostly about speculating who would reach the top and who would seize the fortuitous opportunity to Dragon Transformation.
The Old Red Flood Dragon huddled behind the boulder, peering around cautiously for a long time.
Seeing that the entire Green Flood Dragon lineage had entered, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
It dusted off the snow, straightened its back, and regained some of the composure befitting an ancestor.
"Cough cough..."
The Red Sun Demon Venerable walked to Jiang Yuechu's side and whispered, "Your Excellency, they've already gone in. Shouldn't we... set off now?"