Dragon Lord
The battle between the True Lord and the Bodhisattva had reached a point of madness.
Sixteen against sixteen, thirty-two figures standing atop the Xuanhuang Peak transformed the million-mile-long sky into a furnace of the Great Dao.
Each clash of Divine Ability created visible ripples of chaos.
Wherever it passed, the space peeled away like old plaster, revealing a deeper and more dangerous undercurrent of nothingness beneath.
Even a glimpse from afar would cause ordinary cultivators to have their Divine Soul cracked by the extremely chaotic yet overwhelming aftereffects of the Great Dao.
The [World-Honored One's Handwritten Scripture] that triggered this catastrophic massacre was now quietly suspended in the brief "vacuum" that had formed at the heart of the battlefield.
The seven-colored Buddha light continued to support the ancient scriptures, which slowly unfurled. Beneath them, the illusory image of a twelve-petaled golden lotus rotated gently, radiating a vast and unchanging aura of constancy, perfection, and supreme dominance. Amidst the surrounding cataclysmic chaos, it forcefully created a small patch of strange "tranquility."
This tranquility, like a small patch of eerie sunshine in the eye of a storm, is both striking and alluring.
Chance!
Just as these twenty-eight peak beings were locked in a fierce battle, each restraining the other and having no time to spare for anything else—
A figure suddenly emerged from among the Arhat!
"Hold head high-!!!"
A dragon's roar exploded with tremendous force!
The dragon's roar was ancient, domineering, and filled with the untamed power of the primordial era.
As the sound waves reached, the dozen or so Arhat who were struggling to resist the aftershocks of the battle nearby did not even utter a sound. Their Buddhist light shattered inch by inch like fragile glass. Their physical bodies and Divine Soul were shaken into the finest dust by the extremely pure sound waves, mixing into the golden dust that filled the sky.
Among the group of Arhat, a figure who originally had a kind face and wore a moon-white monk's robe suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling blue light!
"Click, click----"
Like an eggshell breaking, the perfect outer shell of the Arhat peels away and dissipates in the blue light, revealing its true form beneath.
With prominent horns and a height of several meters, it has the head of a dragon and the body of a human. Its eyes are like two miniature blue suns, and its muscle lines undulate like ancient mountains, exuding a primal and powerful beauty.
A vast, ancient, and noble aura, carrying the boundless moisture of the ocean and the violent energy of thunder, swept out like a sleeping ancient beast awakening, unleashing its full power!
Dragon Clan True Lord!
"Even the Dragon Clan has arrived----." Amidst the chaos, Qi Yun and the Crown Prince of Southern Yin, who was not far away, briefly met each other's eyes amidst the swirling dust, both seeing the heaviness in the other's gaze.
The allure of being above the True Lord level is enough to make any faction tear off all pretense and pretense.
This Dragon Lord had clearly been lying in wait for a long time, his disguise so exquisite that even the divine senses of the Bodhisattvas and True Lord had not detected him.
The timing of their sudden attack was impeccable.
This was precisely the moment when the three top powers of righteousness, enlightenment, and demonism were most deeply restrained by each other and least able to focus on anything else!
"Roar!!!"
The Dragon King didn't even glance at anyone; his dragon eyes, as bright as the azure sun, were fixed intently on the [World-Honored One's Handwritten Scripture] suspended in the air.
He took a step forward, and the void beneath his feet rippled with circles of dark blue-green light. His figure was like a bolt of blue lightning tearing through the sky, ignoring the chaotic spatial currents and the scattered remnants of the Great Dao along the way, heading straight for the scripture!
Wherever it passed, its dragon might was overwhelming, forcibly carving out a temporary "passage" in the chaotic battlefield!
"How dare you, you wicked dragon?!"
"Presumptuous!"
Several angry roars came from different battle groups, some from Bodhisattvas shouting and others from True Lord rebuking.
But at this moment, their Divine Ability were too deeply intertwined, and their auras were locked together. In the rush, none of them could truly break free and stop them!
In just a fraction of a breath, the Dragon Lord's giant hand, covered in azure scales, had already reached a foot above the World-Honored One's Handwritten Scripture!
In the palm of his hand, an extremely complex and profound dragon-patterned talisman lit up, radiating an aura of supreme authority that could suppress the four seas and rule over all waters!
The radiance of the talisman descended, causing the slowly unfolding scripture to pause, and the illusory image of the twelve-petaled golden lotus rotating below also dimmed slightly!
He intends to use the "Four Seas Seal," a secret technique passed down through the Dragon Clan, to forcibly suppress the spirituality of the scriptures and take them away!
It's done?!
Everyone who was paying attention to this place had their hearts in their throats.
However, just as the dragon-patterned talisman was about to completely envelop the scripture, at the critical moment...
An unexpected change occurred.
The "figure of the World-Honored One," seated serenely atop the twelve-petaled golden lotus, pointing to the heavens and touching the earth, seemed to be nothing more than an ancient manifestation of Daoist wisdom.
The face, which had been calmly "gazing" into the depths of nothingness behind the soft halo, suddenly—very slightly—moved.
Immediately, the right index finger, which had been forming the "pointing to the sky and touching the earth" mudra, casually pointed lightly at the imposing dragon lord below.
There was no burst of dazzling Buddha light, no earth-shattering momentum, and it didn't even cause much of a stir in the Great Dao.
It was just so ordinary, like a speck of dust brushed off your shoulder.
"Um?!"
The Dragon Lord, who was fully activating the Abyss-Suppressing Seal, suddenly shrank his vertical pupils, which were like blazing blue suns, to the size of pinpoints!
A chilling, primal warning, like Nine Nethers deepest, most icy spring in the netherworld, instantly overwhelmed all his thoughts!
He wanted to withdraw.
But it was too late.
That seemingly light touch of the finger landed...
"Laugh----"
A barely audible sound rang out, sending chills down the spines of all living beings who could perceive it.
The ancient dragon scales covering the Dragon Lord's entire body, shimmering with a bluish-green metallic luster and each scale containing immense Qi and Blood and Innate Dao patterns, began to change color from the point where the invisible finger force touched his chest.
It's not damaged, and it's not charred.
Instead, it faded, transformed, and tinged from a deep and noble cyan at a visible and irresistible speed into something pure, dazzling, and exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance and perfect Buddhist charm.
Golden!
It's as if it's been splashed and soaked with the most domineering gold paint!
More than just color!
The texture, pattern, and even the Dragon Clan bloodline principles inherent in the dragon scales are rapidly transforming into the characteristics of a certain "Guardian Heavenly Dragon"!
"Roar-!!!"
This time, the dragon's roar was no longer domineering, but filled with shock, anger, pain, and a trace of—unspeakable fear—"You want to guide me to liberation?! Wishful thinking!!!"
The Dragon Lord let out a roar that shattered the Divine Soul, no longer caring about collecting the scriptures. The ancient dragon blood that had been dormant within him for countless ages boiled and burned completely!
The vast and boundless Dragon Essence erupted recklessly, attempting to resist and expel the all-pervasive and fundamental "Transformation."
The power!
"BOOM--!!!"
The void could not withstand the clash of this extremely violent force and exploded into a huge black hole!
With a roar, the Dragon Lord's body rapidly expanded and stretched, instantly revealing its true form as a ten-thousand-foot-tall dragon that traverses the starry sea!
What a magnificent dragon it was!
With horns like divine mountains, mane like a galaxy, and claws capable of tearing apart the universe, the azure dragon's body stretched out beneath the chaotic sky. Each scale was as large as a house, flowing with an ancient luster, bearing the authority of the ocean and thunder.
However, at this moment, this true dragon's body, which should have been infinitely majestic and awe-inspiring, presented a strange and terrifying sight.
Starting from the chest and abdomen, large areas of the blue-green dragon scales had completely turned golden, and the golden color was spreading rapidly towards the dragon's head, tail, and claws like a plague!
Beneath the golden scales, flesh and blood writhed, faintly revealing the phantom of the swastika symbol, and the aura of dragon blood began to mingle with a trace of Buddhist sandalwood incense!
Two completely different, yet supreme, forces clashed fiercely within the dragon's body, vying for control over its bloodline and will.
The pain and chaos it brought drove this dragon king completely mad!
"Hold head high-!!!"
Another dragon roar, ten times more violent and a hundred times more painful than before, exploded forth!
This time, it wasn't targeting a single point, but rather an indiscriminate outburst from the Dragon Lord under extreme pain!
Centered on it, the rolling sound waves transformed into visible, shimmering, turbulent waves of destruction, emanating from it and spreading outwards indiscriminately in all directions!
The first to be affected is the majestic and sacred Spirit Mountain below, bathed in the light of Buddha!
"Snap--!!!"
A deafening roar that shook the entire Southern Yin Buddha Kingdom!
The almost immortal Spirit Mountain, blessed by immeasurable vows and the Divine Ability of Bodhisattvas for decades, was directly struck by the terrifying dragon's roar from the upper part of the mountain, near the Little Thunderclap Temple!
A terrifying rift, hundreds of feet wide, bottomless, and with jagged edges resembling the fangs of a giant beast, suddenly appeared!
On both sides of the crack, golden rocks collapsed and fell like waterfalls, instantly turning countless temples, pagodas, and monasteries embedded in the mountain into dust!
The dense Buddhist light was torn apart, revealing the dark essence of the mountain below. A dull rumble, as if the earth's veins had been shattered, came from the depths of the crack, as if the "spine" of this sacred Buddhist mountain had been shaken open by this roar, creating a crack!
The billowing dust, mixed with shattered golden Buddhist light, collapsed building debris, and the stench of blood and flesh from monks and believers killed by the shockwave, rose into the sky like a curtain of apocalypse, instantly obscuring half the sky!
Amidst this boundless chaos and destruction, where the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, and dragons roared, mountains shattered.
Golden Square no longer exists.
Qi Yun pushed the power of the [Great Radiance Mahasthamaprapta Dharma Body] and [Primordial Spirit] to their limits, evolving the Bright Mandala Womb Realm to desperately resist the terrifying sound waves and flying fragments of Principle that were enough to shatter ordinary Great True Person into blood mist.
His body was like a small boat on a raging sea amidst the violent shockwaves, drifting with the current, yet never breaking apart.
Just as he was being struck by the Dragon Lord's frenzied roar and the unfathomable power of the World-Honored One One's finger—
A crystal-clear voice, brimming with barely suppressed excitement and urgency, like the light of a lighthouse piercing through thick fog, suddenly exploded in the deepest recesses of his Purple Mansion: "Qi boy!!!"
It's Cai Kun!
I sensed it!
It's right beneath that crack in Spirit Mountain!
My notebook is right there!