Martial Dynasty

"The Dao's Origin Source... had taken physical form?!"

As he stared at the Soul-Character True Seal, billions of feet across, and the boundless Myriad Dao Chart, a fear unlike any he had known surged through the lightning.

In life, he had been a power who presided over an entire region. He had seen no shortage of supreme experts.

But someone who had cultivated the Dao's Origin Source until it took physical form? He had never seen such a person. He had never even heard of one.

Even the Martial Ancestor, who had once ruled all under heaven, probably could not have done this.

Just who was this boy?

A sacred land? An immortal sect? A divine temple?

Or had some old monster from those deathless forbidden lands come out to play in the mortal world?

Damn it!

He had barely seized a body before a Poison Flood Dragon swallowed him. Then, just as he used a secret art to control the beast, this old monster killed it.

His luck truly could not have been worse!

"Huh? He's still alive?"

Seeing that the lightning had not been reduced to ash, Jiang Chen was secretly astonished.

When that Soul Demon had tried to devour him, it had been wiped out in an instant.

Yet this lightning had withstood the combined suppression of the Soul-Character True Seal and the Myriad Dao Chart. It seemed to be no ordinary thing.

Of course, however extraordinary it was, once it entered his Soul Sea, it was trapped in a dead end. There was no chance of turning the tables.

"Senior! That Poison Flood Dragon was the one who harmed me. I had no intention of offending you!"

"Please be magnanimous and spare me this once, Senior! I'll serve you like an ox or a horse and