National Destiny! Collapse!

"Ao Huang, turn back."

A calm sentence brought the surging river to a standstill.

On the White Dragon River.

The wind ceased, and the rain stopped.

The colossal creature, a thousand zhang long, raised its dragon head. Its vertical pupils narrowed slightly, filled with mockery.

"King Zhenbei, are you going to stop me?"

Ahead.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted to either side. Strands of golden sunlight streamed down, casting shimmering ripples across the river below.

A dignified middle-aged man stood in the air, dressed in a black dragon robe patterned with dark lines. His black hair was tied up, and his solemn eyes watched the white dragon upon the river. His tone brooked no argument.

"You have gone too far."

King Zhenbei's voice was low, suppressing his anger.

"Hahaha, King Zhenbei, we should be standing together. Break this damned Dagan National Destiny, and we will all be winners."

The white dragon raised its head high and laughed.

"The Great Gan Imperial Family has already declined. The National Destiny has been suppressed and will scatter sooner or later. I can still wait."

King Zhenbei stood with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent.

"Hah!"

The white dragon sneered.

"I have waited for this day for over a thousand years. Today, no one can stop me."

With the white dragon's fury.

The entire water vein of the White Dragon River suddenly erupted into turmoil.

A chilling killing intent filled heaven and earth.

King Zhenbei lifted his eyes toward the direction of Dagan's imperial capital, then raised a hand and pressed downward.

High in the sky, an incomparably powerful Martial Will erupted with a boom.

A colossal palm that could prop up the heavens crashed down, shrouding the white dragon below.

Beneath this enormous hand condensed from pure Martial Will, even the thousand-zhang white dragon appeared somewhat small.

The white dragon roared, its killing intent laid bare.

To block another's Dao Path was an enmity that could not exist beneath the same sky!

A battle between two peak Fifth Realm powerhouses erupted over the White Dragon River.

Dagan's imperial capital.

This great imperial dynasty, which had stood firm for several thousand years, had already rotted like withered wood.

Ever since that Sixth Realm Martial Saint fell a century ago.

The Great Gan Imperial Family had declined with every passing day.

Times had changed.

The current ruler of Dagan was obsessed with pleasure, his martial cultivation barely at the Second Realm.

From top to bottom, the entire imperial capital was controlled by the master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, Dagan's Imperial Preceptor.

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion stood atop a towering mountain in the east of the imperial capital.

Four lifelike coiling dragons wound around four white jade pillars, jointly guarding the palace above.

At the highest point of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, clouds and mist swirled. Standing there and looking up at the sky, one would find the stars gathered all around—a sight beyond compare.

Dagan's Imperial Preceptor, an old man with white beard and hair, sat cross-legged atop the Heavenly Mystery Platform. Stroking his beard, wisdom gleamed within his eyes.

His gaze seemed to cross an endless distance, looking toward the Northern Border and Southern Border of Dagan.

"A flood dragon transforms into a dragon; the Drought Demon emerges!"

The old man waved his hand, and a map of mountains and rivers slowly unfolded before him.

Dagan's entire territory, its sun and moon, mountains and rivers, were all depicted within it.

At the very center of the map, a golden dragon bound by layer upon layer of black chains lay weakly curled up.

This was Dagan's suppressed National Destiny.

"What a pity. King Zhenbei still made his move."

The old man stroked his beard, as though he had expected it all along.

How could a plan laid over thousands of years be disrupted by a single variable!

As he sighed.

The Drought Demon emerged in the Southern Border. Scarlet earth stretched for a thousand li, while the resentment of countless wronged souls soared into the heavens.

In the Northern Border, the White Dragon River churned with raging waves, corpses floating downstream. Though King Zhenbei ultimately acted under immense pressure, it did not affect the outcome.

Two currents of resentment from countless people gathered within the Mountain and Sea Map.

Fatigue filled the golden National Destiny's eyes. As it was eroded, its form gradually faded.

Countless surviving members of the imperial bloodline seemed to hear a mournful wail beside their ears.

National Destiny!

At the same time.

Across Dagan, countless hidden paradises, aristocratic clans, and sects sensed it. Undercurrents began to stir.

The Demonic Beasts deep in the mountains throughout the land seemed to sense it as well. The National Destiny that had pressed upon their heads had completely vanished.

Ten thousand demons rejoiced. That day, the martial artists and common people who died in the jaws of Demonic Beasts were too numerous to count.

Northern Border!

Qingyuan City, Liu Manor.

The sky had cleared!

Luo Chen removed the rain-soaked straw hat from his head and looked up at the heavens, his expression shaken.

Even separated by hundreds or thousands of li.

The Martial Will spilling from the battle in that direction still oppressed him until he could scarcely breathe.

"It's over!"

The ripples released by the battle gradually subsided.

Luo Chen murmured to himself.

On his shoulder, Li Changsheng smacked his lips, his expression mournful.

"Senior, who won?"

Luo Chen asked curiously.

"I don't know." Li Changsheng suddenly lost interest. Thinking of something, he continued.

"Most likely, Old Dragon lost. A martial powerhouse blocked his path, so he could no longer continue transforming into a dragon. I never expected King Zhenbei to have reached the peak of Nirvana as well."

"The younger generation is truly formidable!"

Luo Chen was not surprised by King Zhenbei's cultivation realm.

What surprised him was that, in the end, this king of the Northern Border had chosen to act.

"The National Destiny has dispersed!"

Suddenly, Li Changsheng, who had appeared languid, glanced back slightly, gravity in his eyes.

"I can feel it. Dagan's National Destiny has completely perished!"

"King Zhenbei acted at the most critical moment, yet he still failed to prevent the National Destiny's demise?"

Luo Chen did not understand.

"Hehe, you underestimate that Imperial Preceptor too much."

Li Changsheng sneered. In his heart, he grew ever more wary of Dagan's Imperial Preceptor.

Because even now, he did not know what the other party wanted to do.

He was already Dagan's supreme Imperial Preceptor. With the imperial family corrupt, the Imperial Preceptor was Dagan's heaven.

Li Changsheng truly could not understand why the other man wanted to scatter the National Destiny.

Dagan's destruction would not benefit him in the slightest.

On the contrary, with the National Destiny no longer manifest, the strength of an Imperial Preceptor like him would likely plummet by a great deal.

Whether he could return to his current strength in the future was difficult to say.

He could not figure it out.

Li Changsheng simply stopped thinking about it and became a turtle hiding in its shell.

Just as Luo Chen was sighing with emotion.

Several streams of light rose into the sky above Qingyuan City.

Luo Chen removed the rain cape draped over him, called out to the household servants, and his figure was already hurrying toward the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Inside the Demon Suppression Bureau.

People packed together shoulder to shoulder. Even the Demon Suppression Captains who were rarely seen had arrived.

Luo Chen came carrying Golden Scale, his Golden Patterned Cloud Robe making the Youth appear spirited and vigorous.

"Boss!"

Wang Yue and the others had long been waiting at the entrance.

Without slowing, Luo Chen gave them a slight nod.

On the largest open plaza of the Demon Suppression Bureau, everyone wore solemn expressions.

At this moment, atop the high platform ahead.

Chen Yu, Qingyuan City's sole remaining Deputy Director, stood at the front.

Over the past half month.

The vacant Director position and one Deputy Director position in the Demon Suppression Bureau had yet to be filled.

No one knew what matter had delayed them.

In contrast, most of Qingyuan City's Demon Suppressing Guards actually hoped that the Deputy Director before them would take office.

After all, Deputy Director Chen Yu was quite strong and sufficiently experienced. He was more than qualified to serve as Director.

It would be far better than having an unfamiliar Director parachuted in from elsewhere.

Luo Chen came to stand beside the Demon Suppression Captains.

Several acquaintances nodded to him in greeting.

They waited quietly.

After all the Demon Suppression Captains had assembled.

Deputy Director Chen Yu spoke in a low voice.

"All Demon Suppressing Guards, depart immediately for the White Dragon River and suppress the rioting Water Tribe!"