430 Another Twist

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...

Before the blood-colored giant dragon could even touch the mysterious man, it came to a halt.

The blood-colored giant dragon condensed from the power of the Dragon Burial Grand Sacrifice should have been able to smash even a mountain to pieces with its full-force charge. Yet around this middle-aged man, the faint silver radiance of true qi seemed to possess some sort of magic, freezing the blood-colored dragon in midair as though it had been completely stilled.

Then the middle-aged man lightly pointed with a finger. Silver light flared brilliantly, transforming into streams of silver airflow that wound around the blood-colored giant dragon. They immediately seeped inside. The blood dragon condensed by the Dragon Burial Grand Sacrifice rapidly shrank, then slowly dissipated and vanished.

"That's impossible!"

Elder Long Zhen's eyes widened round in disbelief.

"Could it really be the Dragon-Pointing Art?"

Long Xuan's hair stood on end.

"'Kingmaker'... is it really him?"

The white-robed boy straightened up. He immediately guessed the man's identity.

Every generation of true inheritors from the Hemp-Robe Dao Palace bore a title in the cultivation world: Kingmaker. After all, the Hemp-Robe Dao Palace was no ordinary cultivation sect. It was also known as the "Hidden Dao" and had always been profoundly mysterious.

Most of the Hidden Dao lineage were sages. Their judgments of worldly affairs were uncannily precise, and they were accustomed to observing the great tides of the world with the posture of "watching the winds and clouds rise, quietly awaiting the clouds to unfurl and gather."

If the world was at peace, the true inheritors of the Hemp-Robe Dao Palace would not emerge from the mountains. Instead, they would hide away in deep forests and ancient mountains, studying Celestial Star Dragon-Pointing and pursuing the supreme wisdom revered by the holy