Great Luo Killing Trap

Qing Xuan raised his eyes and looked toward the scarlet-gold dragon eye reflected beyond the Ruined Realm.

Sure enough, those words brought nothing but bad luck.

Ever since Yinglong had said, "Fellow Daoist, please stay," he had always become entangled in vexing karma whenever the Dragon Race was involved.

Qing Xuan ignored the Dragon Race's sealing formation gradually closing around them, his voice remaining calm.

"An explanation can naturally be given, but before that, there is something I do not understand."

"Since you are responsible for guarding this place, why are you unwilling to reveal your true form? Why do you only dare meet us with the aid of this formation?"

The scarlet-gold dragon eye narrowed slightly.

Dark-Gold Dragon Runes spread throughout the Ruined Realm, still silently flowing. Some sank into the void, while others continued extending deeper along the crack left by the Godslayer Spear.

"Where I am is not for two outsiders who trespassed into the Dragon Race's forbidden grounds to question."

A deep dragon voice shook the Ruined Realm.

"Considering that you have only recently attained Great Luo and that cultivation has not come easily, leave this place at once, and I will not pursue the matter further. If you remain stubborn, then today, you will have to leave your Dao Fruit here as well."

Yet the killing intent in the scarlet-gold dragon eye grew increasingly intense, its intent to drive them away unmistakable.

Qing Xuan did not answer.

Qing Yi stood at his side. Her gaze shifted from the scarlet-gold dragon eye to the surrounding dragon runes, and she frowned slightly.

"Qing Xuan, he has no life force."

As one who cultivated the Creation Great Dao, Qing Yi's perception of life force was far sharper than that of an ordinary Great Luo.

The scarlet-gold dragon eye was indeed terrifyingly imposing, and the Great Dao aura filling the Ruined Realm was ancient and vast.

Yet from beginning to end, she had not sensed any aura that truly belonged to a living being.

Qing Xuan naturally understood what that meant. The other party's presence was indeed formidable. Under ordinary circumstances, he would not force himself to do the impossible.

But at this moment, this Great Luo was clearly in an abnormal state.

"It seems you are not a Dragon Race Great Luo guarding the seal, but a wisp of True Spirit that has endured until now by relying on the seal."

He looked at the formation that had completely closed around them, yet a faint smile appeared on his face.

"You said so much earlier for no more than to stall for time, waiting for the Ruined Realm to be completely severed from the outside world. But if the Dragon Race knew you had not yet fallen, they would certainly do everything possible to restore you. Why be so cautious that you dare not reveal even the slightest trace of karma?"

The killing intent in the scarlet-gold dragon eye was finally no longer concealed.

"Since you have seen through it, why do you not leave?"

"You misunderstand, Fellow Daoist."

The vast world behind Qing Xuan slowly unfolded. Sun, moon, and stars illuminated the Ruined Realm, while mountains, rivers, and the Four Seas spread forth.

"I stayed not because I failed to notice this formation closing, but because I wished to see with my own eyes exactly what a wisp of True Spirit, which should have died in the Fierce Beast Tribulation, relied upon to survive until today."

As Qing Xuan's final word fell, the entire Ruined Realm changed completely.

The years that had originally been frozen shattered with a thunderous crash.

A River of Time surged forth from the depths of the void, and countless scenes left behind from the Fierce Beast Tribulation awakened within its waters at once.

The Dragon Race army marched across the sea, while colossal fierce beasts tore apart the heavens.

Bloodstained dragon shadows also fell from the North Sea, their enormous bodies smashing apart heaven and earth and overturning seas that stretched for billions of miles.

All the scenes converged beneath the scarlet-gold dragon eye's gaze.

A dragon claw that obscured the Ruined Realm reached out from the ages.

This claw did not merely descend before Qing Xuan and Qing Yi.

Within every possibility in the River of Time, an identical dragon claw pressed down from above.

No matter where the two fled, no matter which future they chose, all they would see in the end was the dragon claw descending and their Dao Fruits shattering.

It sought not merely to kill them, but to erase every path to survival reflected across boundless Space-Time.

Qing Xuan did not attempt to seek a flaw within those futures.

The world behind him suddenly expanded, drawing in all Space-Time and countless possibilities.

Since every future contained the same claw, he would choose none of them. Instead, he gathered all attacks into this very moment.

Countless dragon claws merged into one.

That scarlet-gold dragon claw obscuring the Ruined Realm crashed into the world behind Qing Xuan.

Mountains and rivers shattered, and the Four Seas churned backward.

Even the sun and moon hanging in the world's sky shook violently beneath this blow.

Qing Xuan retreated, the void beneath his feet shattering again and again. Only when the Twelve-Petal Creation Azure Lotus rose and cast down boundless clear light did it completely bear this attack infused with the Ruined Realm's power.

At the same time, strands of shattered Dark-Gold Dragon Runes fell into Qing Xuan's world along with the dragon claw.

Before the dragon claw had fully risen, Qing Yi had already appeared before the scarlet-gold dragon eye.

The Eastern Green Lotus Treasure-Colored Banner floated behind the young woman, shielding her from the battlefield's killing intent surging in from every direction.

Qing Yi did not invoke any elaborate divine ability. She merely raised her slender hand and struck directly at the enormous dragon eye.

The Creation Great Dao erupted.

Under this palm strike, chaotic laws returned to order, while the scarlet-gold dragon eye, which had barely gathered through the seal's power, crumbled layer by layer.

Boom!

The enormous dragon eye shattered in midair.

The immense force of creation did not cease, sending a vast expanse of the River of Time's waters surging backward.

Yet only moments later, the Dark-Gold Dragon Runes throughout the Ruined Realm lit up once more.

Before the shattered dragon eye could dissipate, an even larger dragon phantom had already condensed anew from the battlefield ruins.

Its dragon horns were imposing, its scales grim and cold.

Merely coiling within the Ruined Realm, it caused the surrounding Space-Time to fail beneath that ancient Dao aura and continuously collapse.

"You truly possess extraordinary foundations. Having only just attained Great Luo, you can already withstand a strike from this formation, far surpassing ordinary Innate Divine Beings."

The dragon phantom looked down at the two, its voice carrying the arrogance of a former Dragon Race powerhouse.

"Unfortunately, you possess only defensive spirit treasures, not a true offensive supreme treasure capable of destroying a Great Luo True Spirit."

"This Ruined Realm preserves countless battle scars of the Dragon Race. So long as the formation remains, I can use those powers to reform my Dao body. Even if you shatter this dragon body before you a thousand or ten thousand times, what can you change?"

As the words fell, the enormous dragon body swept down upon them.

Where its tail passed, the Ruined Realm's sky was torn in half like thin paper.

Qing Yi did not retreat to Qing Xuan's side.

Standing beneath the myriad streams of clear light cast by the Eastern Green Lotus Treasure-Colored Banner, the young woman once more met the sweeping dragon tail with a palm strike.

The two Great Daos collided head-on.

Creation Divine Light and dark-gold dragon aura exploded at the same time.

The green dress behind Qing Yi snapped wildly in the shockwaves, yet the enormous dragon body was also struck hard enough for its scales to shatter, half its body crashing into the River of Time.

Yet countless Dark-Gold Dragon Runes swiftly gathered once more.

The shattered dragon scales regrew.

The half of the dragon body Qing Yi had scattered also rapidly recovered as the Ruined Realm's power poured into it.

The Dragon Race Great Luo had not been wrong.

Within this grand formation, his power did not come from that wisp of remaining True Spirit, but from the entire ancient battlefield.

So long as they could not sever his connection to the formation, this dragon body before them was nearly immortal.