After exchanging pleasantries with the old imperial uncle, Perfected Shangxuan looked at Prince Qinghe and said with some concern, " The Foreign Realm are extremely fierce. The former King Zidu was very kind to my father. I wonder if Senior Zidu is well?"
Prince Qinghe's gaze shifted; he had no idea what connection the Ancient Ancestor of Zidu had with Ancient Dragon Island.
He thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Thanks to the island lord's auspicious words, this junior also hopes that our ancestor is well!"
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Golden Crow Prince's eyes turned cold, and golden energy swirled around him. He desperately wanted to capture the other party now and perform a soul search to find out the Golden Crow King's situation.
But for the sake of the Fusang Divine Tree Kingdom, he had no choice but to endure it.
The Ziwei Divine Dynasty is now at its zenith, and the eldest disciple of the King Zidu, who was in deep meditation, has actually stepped into the Third Heaven of the Immortal Platform. With two Dao -Dao-Slaying King suppressing him, no one in Luzhou dares to provoke him.
Even if the Ziwei Divine Dynasty colludes with cultivators from the Foreign Realm, the forces in Luzhou can only submit to their tyranny at present.
Now that the Golden Crow King has disappeared, the Golden Crow Clan has lost its king, and its peripheral forces are constantly shrinking.
"I can only hope things go smoothly with Sixth Brother."
The Ninth Golden Crow Prince closed his eyes, looking somewhat dejected. He drank a cup of celestial wine, enjoying a moment of peace.
The blonde girl beside him was also watching Prince Qinghe, her golden eyes blazing with fire, making her look incredibly dashing.
Unlike her brother's concerns, Lu Ling was already planning to take action after the banquet.
"Where did those Foreign Realm cultivators come from?" Yi Qingwu's gentle voice came, carrying a faint fragrance, which sounded very pleasant.
Prince Qinghe frowned, shook his head, and said helplessly, "Such confidential matters are beyond my knowledge."
The light in the eyes of the Island Master Shangxuan flashed like two divine thunderbolts. He smiled, did not ask any further questions, and walked straight back.
Prince Qinghe took his seat, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened. He smiled and clinked glasses with the other cultivators, sharing his insights and experiences in cultivation.
At this moment, celestial music began to play, string and wind instruments resonated, and enchanting women began to dance, indicating that distinguished guests had arrived.
People couldn't help but look outside, and there they saw Duanmu Ming, the Taiyin Divine Son, walking out from beneath the five-colored jade platform. He had a handsome face, wore a black robe, and exuded a chilling aura.
This is the Taiyin Holy Power, a most primordial power. Its application can be traced back to the ancient times, and it has manifested in ways that are unpredictable and beyond human comprehension.
Beside Duanmu Ming stood an even more extraordinary man. His eyes sparkled with five colors, his long eyebrows reached his temples, and his hair was bound with a purple-gold crown. He walked with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, exuding an aura of Reign Over All Under Heaven.
" The Nine-Headed Jiao King is here!" someone exclaimed.
The North Sea is boundless, its vastness unfathomable. Many believe that at its deepest depths dwells a Kun Peng ancestor, a terrifying Ancient Saint, who remains dormant.
In this known sea area, the strength of the various forces can be estimated. It is rumored that the Nine-Headed Jiao King is an invincible master who rose to prominence among the Demon Clan.
Legend has it that after the Nine-Headed Jiao King transformed into human form, he abandoned his demonic essence and began cultivating human techniques. Now, his Daoist arts are incredibly advanced, and he has cultivated a terrifying ancient Daoist lineage of the Human Clan.
After the Nine-Headed Jiao King and Duanmu Ming bypassed the crowd and presented their congratulatory gifts to the Island Master Shangxuan, they stared directly at Prince Qinghe with cold eyes and undisguised hostility.
Prince Qinghe sneered. Although his cultivation was slightly lower, he was not afraid at all and looked at the situation calmly.
This unexpected situation immediately heightened the tension in the room. The Nine-Headed Jiao King was an invincible rising star in the North Sea, and everyone knew that he had a close relationship with the Golden Crow Clan. It was obvious why he was launching this attack.
The Ninth Golden Crow Prince rose and walked over, transmitting his thoughts. "The Golden Crow Clan King's kindness, but it is not the right time to settle scores with the Ziwei Divine Dynasty."
The Nine-Headed Jiao King remained expressionless, his emotions unreadable, and did not move an inch. The Taiyin Divine Son wore a faint smile, appearing calm and collected.
Everyone put down their glasses, and the room fell silent. People's hearts pounded, sensing that a bloody disaster was about to occur at this grand banquet.
Kneel down!
Suddenly, the Nine-Headed Jiao King let out a shout and made a sudden move. Five azure Azure Dragon surged up from behind him, defying the heavens, and then transformed into five azure fingers. The azure light shone brightly, and the Dao patterns were endless. They condensed into a large handprint and made a powerful move, wanting to subdue Prince Qinghe with one palm.
Prince Qinghe's expression turned cold. He hadn't expected the other party to actually break off all pretense of civility, leaving him no choice but to unleash his divine weapon.
A massive seal descended, and a black mountain vaguely appeared within it. Nine powerful purple Big Dragon surged forth from within, each with gleaming scales as if cast from purple gold, lunging towards the azure hand in an attempt to block the attack.
"Bang!"
A burst of azure and purple light erupted, and the azure handprint instantly shattered the black mountain, emitting a huge shockwave, but it was confined to a small area. The strength of this Nine-Headed Jiao King had reached a state of perfection.
Nine purple Big Dragon wailed and vanished into the Void. Prince Qinghe coughed up blood and was forced to kneel by the giant handprint, utterly humiliated.
"Nine-headed dragon, how dare you insult me like this..." Prince Qinghe roared, his anger reaching its peak.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King, his expression cold, stared intently at Prince Qinghe and said disdainfully, "So what if I insult you? You're just an ant at the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform. Do you think I wouldn't dare to touch you? How dare you provoke me?"
Seeing this, the Ninth Golden Crow Prince revealed a smug smile, his pent-up anger dissipating considerably. He thought with murderous intent, "Why should the Severing the Dao of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty survive? Those shameless scoundrels who collude with the Foreign Realm deserve to die!"
You've passed!
The old imperial uncle of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty stepped forward and said indignantly to the Island Master Shangxuan, "Is this how Ancient Dragon Island treats its guests?"
On the steps, the man in black robes chuckled and said, "This is merely a struggle among the younger generation, Your Highness, King Qin anger."
He then looked at the Nine-Headed Jiao King, deliberately feigning a resentful expression, and said sternly, "Does the Flood Dragon King intend to show off his power here?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Upon Island Master Shangxuan, the Nine-Headed Jiao King released his grip and apologized, saying, "I was merely teaching him about the proper order of things. A Half-Step Great Power is so arrogant; his elders failed to properly instruct him, so I had no choice but to take over."
"You..." Prince Qinghe stood up with difficulty, his eyes bloodshot. He wanted to turn away and leave.
But remembering his mission, he could only suppress his anger and sit down, his gaze returning to calm. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes as he thought, "Just wait, just wait. When the Ancient Ancestor arrives, you will all die. Damn Hydra, I will personally sever your head."
Seeing that Prince Qinghe had restrained himself, the Nine-Headed Jiao King sneered, waved his sleeve, and sat down again, intending to take down the two of them after the banquet.
Perhaps because he had never personally experienced the majesty of Dao-Slaying King, he didn't take the person whom the Ninth Golden Crow Prince so fearful of seriously at all, and he didn't regret making his move.
Yi Qingwu shook her head slightly and sighed softly, sensing that North Sea was about to be plunged into turmoil.
With the Ancient Scripture of the Gods unified, her sect elders also made their move. However, the one from the Guanghan Palace, whose cultivation was inferior to that of the Golden Crow King and others, was directly frightened back by the aftershocks when she approached the Yuhua Immortal Cliff...
" Ancient Saint, has the Ziwei Divine Dynasty truly joined forces with the Foreign Realm?" The Guanghan Fairy sighed softly, her thoughts wandering, somewhat worried about the future situation.
But that's about it.
Whether it's Dao-Slaying King or a Sage, they are both too far removed from her. She has only just entered the Immortal Platform Second Heaven and cannot yet truly comprehend the terror of these two realms.
This is also the norm for Ziwei cultivators—they are ignorant of their own limitations!
It should be noted that the Qinggu Daoist and the Human King were all recognized as having passed away two thousand years ago, but now they have all "come back to life," and have even brought to light Foreign Realm Saint.
The ancient sages, with just four words, could crush the heavens. Under the Severing the Dao, few knew the divine power of the Saint.
Each generation of prodigies boasted of their ambition to attain the Dao and become emperors, displaying unparalleled arrogance. However, over nearly ten million years, only three Dao-achievers have emerged from this ancient star. In this era of Dharma Ending, even saints are nearly extinct, their figures absent for thousands of years...
Chapter 393 Azure Flames Dye the Vast Ocean
The minor disturbance earlier did not concern the cultivators of the Immortal Platform. They huddled together in their respective groups, with the Nine-Headed Jiao King's group being the most lively.
The Taiyin Divine Son, the little princess of the Golden Crow Clan, and the Ninth Prince were all present. The crowd clinked glasses and discussed the path of cultivation, creating a lively atmosphere.
The Prince Qinghe, who was originally surrounded by many cultivators, now sat with his old uncle. There was no one around, and his face was as cold as frost, like an ice sculpture, exuding an aura that kept strangers away.
Seeing his appearance, some people who had a grudge against the Golden Crow Clan shook their heads, sighed, and began to talk.
" The Nine-Headed Jiao King is truly arrogant and rude, daring to make a move here."
"The Xuanlong lineage is clearly choosing sides. If Prince Qinghe had been more patient, nothing would have happened. It's a pity, though; young people are too impetuous."
"Let's see if he can recover from this blow. Heh, no matter what the Ziwei Divine Dynasty has done, now that the Golden Crow King is about to die, I want to see how long these feathered beasts can remain arrogant."
On the other side, Princess Golden Crow Lu Ling, having received a signal from her brother, took out a divine jade of Great Power level and earnestly said to the Nine-Headed Jiao King, "Thank you for your help this time, Brother Flood Dragon."
Looking at Lu Ling, whose face was as white as gold and who was full of heroic spirit, the Nine-Headed Jiao King was somewhat tempted and wanted to strengthen the ties with the Golden Crow Clan through marriage.
He laughed and declined, saying, "It's nothing, no need for thanks!"
The Ninth Golden Crow Prince sighed and said sincerely, " The Ziwei Divine Dynasty is now very powerful, its influence over Luzhou. This time, Brother Jiao helped my clan avenge the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, and Ling'er and I are deeply grateful. We cannot rest easy if we do not accept this gift."
"He's just a mere prince. Even if he's entered the Immortal Platform Secret Realm and received a title, what good is it? The Ziwei Divine Dynasty is too far away to reach him. Do you think they can send troops to the Northern Sea?" The Taiyin Divine Son glanced at the Prince Qinghe and said coldly.
"That's exactly right. Why should the Ninth Prince worry? If the Ziwei Dynasty Lord has the ability, let him come to the North Sea. I have nothing to fear from him!" The Nine-Headed Jiao King was even more arrogant, not taking the Ziwei Divine Dynasty seriously at all.
Yin Qingwu sat alone, accompanied by two maids. Her expression was aloof, and moonlight Qingwu in her eyes. No one dared to disturb her.
She looked at the Taiyin Divine Son and the others, her eyes shining brightly, shimmering with lotus blossoms, a truly beautiful sight.
Suddenly, a handsome man dressed in a moon-white brocade robe walked over. He whispered to a goddess beside Yi Qingwu for a while, and she shyly punched him twice before leaving the table and switching places with Yan Yixi.
Yan Yixi, dashing and debonair, took his seat with an air of nonchalance. He did not disturb the beautiful woman, but instead drank two cups of sake, becoming somewhat intoxicated.
He had once pursued this Guanghan Fairy, and even ventured alone into the Immortal Palace that no one had been able to pass for 50,000 years for her sake. However, he failed to pass through. Of the 108 life-and-death challenges, he fell at the 93rd one and emerged severely injured.
Despite this remarkable achievement, it failed to attract the attention of the Guanghan Palace.
Returning to his divine senses, the Young Master Yixi opened a folding fan, which was filled with images of beauties, each possessing a captivating beauty that could rival the moon and shame the flowers. They were all among the most beautiful women of the time.
Princess Yueshi ranked second; her beauty was already at its peak.
The beauty at the head of the fan painting has no specific face; only a hazy, slender figure is obscured by mist, making it unreal and impossible to discern her form and spirit.
"A fairy descends from the Northern Sea, her eyes ethereal, carried by the wind..."
The young man in white robes sang a folk song while holding a fan and lamenting to himself. His handsome face held an indescribable sorrow, attracting the attention of many female cultivators. Some of the Demon Clan maids even had their eyes shining, wishing they could devour him whole.
Yin Qingwu remained expressionless, paying no attention to Yan Yixi, like the bright Mingyue in the Nine Heavens, shining year after year, silent and still.
After Yan Yixi finished her song, she put away her folding fan, bowed respectfully to Yi Qingwu, and said solemnly, "Fairy, you are now in the Northern Sea; I hope you will be extra careful."
The beauty from the Moon Palace nodded slightly, remaining silent.
The man in white wasn't annoyed. He sat down and, with gentle eyes, began to chat with several female cultivators in the hall.
Flirting with other women in front of the Goddess —only this disciple of the Human Desire Dao would do such a thing.
With such devotion, he understood his true nature the moment he embarked on the road construction project, and naturally, he would not be entangled by worldly love and affection.
Suddenly, amidst the swirling celestial mist and the sound of stringed instruments, four fairies flew into the jade palace. In their hands, they held a phoenix wood zither, Mo Long flute, a purple-gold xiao, and a green jade zheng, respectively. Each of them extended a hand of divine power, supporting the black jade chariot above their heads.
As ethereal divine music began to rise, an old man dressed in a black Daoist robe appeared on the divine chariot. His face was covered with wrinkles, he wore a black gold crown, and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes, exuding an indescribable aura of power.
The Island Master Shangxuan hurriedly came down to greet him, and all the other cultivators stood up and respectfully said, "Greetings, King Xuanlong!"
The Daoist Xuanshui, who was over 3,600 years old, nodded and, supported by four maids, shakily stepped down from the divine carriage and sat in the head seat.
Along the way, Yin Qingwu, the Nine-Headed Jiao King, the Ninth Golden Crow Prince, the Taiyin Divine Son, Lu Ling, and others were all extremely respectful and dared not offend in the slightest.
This is one of only three Dao-Slaying King in the North Sea. The other two are the Golden Crow King, who has already disappeared, and the Lord of the North Sea Dragon Palace.
An old man who has lived for 3,600 years, before whom even their clan leader must show the respect due to a junior.
As soon as Daoist Xuanshui sat down, he looked at the Nine-Headed Jiao King and said weakly, " Nine Jiaos, you've let this go this time. Go apologize to that little fellow, and this matter will be over."
The Nine-Headed Jiao King's expression hardened, then he cupped his hands in agreement, walked up to Prince Qinghe, and bowed, saying, "I was rude this time; I hope you will forgive me."