Help Me Become a True Lord!

The North Sea Dragon Palace, the Azure Realm.

On the Ice Throne, the sound of the North Sea Dragon Lord's knuckles gently tapping the armrests was exceptionally clear in the silence, like some ancient way of telling time.

After hearing Youquan's words about "going big," a dark light flickered in his narrow dragon eyes, but he did not respond immediately.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice like a deep-sea cold current, steady yet conveying a distant and unapproachable air. "Counterattack the Central Land and reshape the landscape—quite a boastful tone."

Long Jun shook his head slightly, leaned back again, and resumed his languid, half-reclining posture.

But deep within his eyes, there was a sharpness like an icicle.

"That old fellow from the Eastern Sea was severely injured by the bald monk from the Buddhist Order and is eager to avenge himself; the South Sea faction has always been at odds with my North Sea, and I've heard that they are also secretly contacting the Northwest Demonic Path, and are stirring up trouble."

The West Sea is deathly silent, and the Dragon Palace has collapsed.

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"If my North Sea gets involved again—"

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the azure Dao Realm, as if he could see a deeper thread of cause and effect. "The Four Seas Dragon Clan has essentially mobilized its entire force, betting its entire clan's fate on this battle."

This is not the best course of action.

The point was made very clearly.

The Eastern Sea and South Sea have already decided their course of action. If he were to go to the North Sea as well, the Dragon Clan's power would be too concentrated, posing too great a risk.

The Dragon Clan's eternal lineage is not built on desperate gambles, but on its unfathomable foundation and strategic planning spread across various regions.

Youquan's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly. He was not discouraged by the Dragon Lord's rejection. Instead, the wicked smile on his lips deepened.

He did not directly refute, but instead changed the subject. "What the Dragon Lord says is very true."

"Not putting all your eggs in one basket is indeed a wise and shrewd strategy for governing a country."

First, acknowledge the other person to eliminate any resistance.

He then took a half step forward, his blood-red robe fluttering without wind, and his voice, though low, carried a strange penetrating power. "But—Dragon Lord, have you ever considered what the Eastern Sea and South Sea seek in their all-out effort?"

Is it really just for revenge and "resources"?

The Dragon King tapped his knuckles on the armrest, pausing slightly.

Youquan continued, speaking at a measured pace, yet each word was sharp as a needle. "The Eastern Sea Dragon Lord has suffered damage to his Dao Foundation and urgently needs a great victory to solidify his position. He also needs the vast fortune of the Central Land to cleanse the lingering poison of Buddhism within his body."

If he succeeds, the influence of the Eastern Sea lineage will surely surpass that of the rest of the world.

Even—it's possible that the order of rulers of the four seas might be redefined.

"The South Sea Dragon Clan has colluded with the Northwest Demonic Path; their ambitions are likely much greater."

He stared directly at the Dragon Lord, his blood-red eyes flashing with golden-red light. "Both of these families are fighting for their own future, and even for the path to 'supreme supremacy'."

"And if the North Sea Dragon Clan merely stands by and watches, waiting for the dust to settle—"

Regardless of whether the East China Sea gains power or the South China Sea has its own pattern.

"How should North Sea conduct itself in the future?"

"Is it to continue living in this desolate northern sea, watching other powers grow stronger, ultimately becoming marginalized, or even—"

"Swallowed up?"

He spoke the last three words very softly, yet they pierced the deep sea like an icicle.

The dragon king's narrow eyes opened wide.

The deep blue Cold Abyss in his eyes seemed to be churning with undercurrents.

Seeing that the time was right, Youquan stopped beating around the bush and revealed his true intentions. "On the contrary, if the North Sea participates in this game, it doesn't have to bet its entire fortune like the Eastern Sea and the South Sea."

His voice carried a confident allure. "My Holy Sect is the leader of the Northwest Demonic Path. In this counterattack, the three sects must also respect the command of my Holy Sect."

This means that, when necessary and in crucial choices—"

Youquan spoke each word clearly and distinctly, "The attitude of the Northwest Demonic Path can be said to be on the side of the Dragon Clan."

"To be more precise, we can stand on the side of the North Sea Dragon Clan."

Within the Dao Realm, the azure "water" seemed to freeze for a moment.

The Dragon Lord leaned forward slightly, his dragon eyes, reflecting the Milky Way, fixed intently on Youquan.

What does this mean?

Youquan's smile remained unchanged, "What I mean is that this counterattack, on the surface, is a joint effort between the Four Northwestern Sects and the Dragon Clan to Central Land."

In fact, our Holy Sect can forge a hidden alliance with the North Sea Dragon Clan.

Once war breaks out, the situation will inevitably become complex and unpredictable.

The Eastern Sea, the South Sea, the three sects of the Northwest, the righteous path of the Central Land, and even other forces that may emerge—all check and balance each other, and scheme against one another.

The forces of the North Sea need not be at the forefront, nor should they be excessively depleted.

"Simply speak out and exert pressure in the name of the Dragon Clan as a whole at crucial moments, while remaining silent on minor details such as the division of specific interests and the direction of the battle—"

A cold glint flashed in Youquan's blood-red eyes. "My Holy Sect will naturally stand in solidarity with the North Sea Dragon Lord."

Ultimately, regardless of victory or defeat, the North Sea Dragon Clan will advance and share the Central Land with the Eastern Sea and South Sea.

"If we retreat, we can leverage our hidden alliance with my Holy Sect to occupy a transcendent and crucial bridging position between the Northwest Demonic Path and the Dragon Clan."

"In this way, risks are shared, but benefits can be maximized."

North Sea doesn't need to mobilize all its forces, yet it can grasp a lever amidst the chaos—a lever powerful enough to move the world.

As the words fell, only deathly silence remained within the Dao Realm.

The North Sea Dragon Lord remained silent for a long time.

He leaned back on the throne, his eyes slightly closed, his knuckles no longer tapping the armrests, but quietly, again and again, stroking the naturally formed dragon scale patterns on the ice armrests.

Youquan remained silent, waiting patiently.

He knew that his words had struck a nerve with the Dragon King's deepest concerns.

The internal competition within the Dragon Clan, the future status of the North Sea, and how to maximize profits while keeping risks under control.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in this Dao realm, which was evolved from the will of the Dragon Lord.

Perhaps a long time has passed, or perhaps it has only been a moment.

The Dragon King finally opened his eyes again.

This time, the hesitation and aloofness in his eyes were gone, replaced by a calm and resolute determination that was as deep as an abyss yet contained a thunderous force.

"Hidden Alliance----"

He slowly uttered two words, his voice low and deep.

How can I believe you based on mere words?

How can we trust the one behind you— the Great Sun Purple Ultimate True Lord?

Youquan was prepared. From the sleeve of his blood-red robe, a strange token, neither gold nor jade, with chaotic colors flowing around its edges, slowly flew out and hovered in front of him.

The front of the token is engraved with the two characters "Wuji" (无极), with ancient and simple strokes that contain the Ultimate Dao Venerable Law.

On the reverse side is a miniature, blazing white Great Sun relief, only an inch in size, yet it seems to contain the magnificent majesty that illuminates all the heavens and dominates the present.

The Holy Sect Deputy Sect Master's Token also possesses a wisp of the Dao Seal of the Great Sun Purple Ultimate True Lord.

This order serves as proof.

Youquan's voice was calm. "By holding this token, you can witness that what I just said is the common will of the Holy Sect and the Great Sun Purple Ultimate True Lord."

If there is any disobedience, the Dao Seal will self-destruct, and the True Lord will also be aware of it.

The Dragon Lord's gaze swept over the token, lingering for a moment on the blazing white Great Sun relief, and the last trace of doubt in his eyes slowly dissipated.

He nodded slowly.

"Good."

Each word spoken is like the signing of a contract, linking cause and effect.

The outcome is decided.

Youquan felt a slight sense of relief and was about to discuss the specific details when another mental message from Qi Yun's true form, transmitted across the endless void before his departure, suddenly flashed through his mind.

A faint golden-red light flickered deep within his blood-red eyes.

Immediately, the shrewdness and composure that belonged to a negotiator slowly faded from his face.

His sinister smile, a blend of madness and ambition, reappeared, unique to the "Blood Demon Daoist."

He looked at the Dragon Lord and suddenly cupped his hands again. "Dragon Lord, the overall situation of the alliance has been settled, and the details can be discussed later."

However, I have a small personal request.

Dragon Lord's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across them.

Having just finalized a hidden alliance involving the major interests of both sides, they're already making "personal requests"?

"Speak."

He wanted to hear what this infamous yet cunning Blood Demon Daoist was after.

Youquan raised his head, his mouth widening into a smile that was almost ferocious.

His eyes blazed with a blood-red light, and the Blood Sea aura that had been contained around him erupted uncontrollably. Nine thousand eight hundred phantoms of the Blood God Son floated and shrieked in the Blood Sea behind him, as if echoing the burning flame in his master's heart.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice low, yet it seemed to carry all his strength and ambition, resounding with conviction. "I want the Dragon King—to help me become the ruler!"

The four words, once uttered, resounded like thunder throughout this deep blue realm!

The Dao Realm trembled violently!

The Ice Throne groaned under the immense pressure!

The eternally flowing water channel rippled violently, as if a giant rock had been thrown into the surface of a lake!

For the first time, a noticeable change appeared on the face of the North Sea Dragon Lord, whose expression remained unchanged for millennia. Was this a sign that would help him ascend to the throne?

How dare a Foundation Establishment Realm Devil Cultivator make such a request to an ancient Dragon Clan True Lord?!

silence.

A deathly silence.

Youquan met the Dragon Lord's unbelievable radiance with an unchanged smile, but the blood-red light in his eyes burned even more fiercely, like a blood-red sun.

After a long while, the turmoil in the Dragon Lord's eyes slowly subsided, freezing back into a bottomless Cold Abyss.

He slowly leaned back on the throne, his back ramrod straight, showing no trace of languor.

"I----"

He spoke, his voice regaining its ancient, icy coldness and detachment, uttering each word clearly. "I don't have that ability."

The refusal was swift and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Help others become kings?

Even within the Dragon Clan, the birth of a True Lord requires consuming boundless resources and enduring countless tribulations.

Even if the North Sea Dragon Lord possessed great Divine Ability, it was absolutely impossible for him to "help" an outsider ascend to the throne out of thin air.

This is no longer a matter of ability; it touches upon the fundamental rules.

Faced with this firm rejection, Youquan showed no disappointment.

He slowly raised his hands, concealing them within his blood-red sleeves. His posture appeared respectful, but the smile at the corner of his mouth held a knowing, playful edge.

"My True Lord, please do not misunderstand."

His voice softened, as if soothing or guiding. "This junior is not ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and does not insist that the True Lord defy fate and force growth for me."

"It doesn't require the True Lord to pay some earth-shattering price."

He tilted his head slightly, his blood-red eyes staring directly at the Dragon Lord, his gaze flickering. "What this junior seeks is merely to ask the True Lord for a favor."

"Convenient?"

Long Jun frowned slightly, a hint of inquiry flashing in his narrow eyes.

He had lived for countless years and witnessed far too many conspiracies, schemes, and calculations.

The word "convenience" is often more dangerous than a demand with a clearly marked price.

Because it is ambiguous, flexible, and may conceal unexpected traps.

Youquan's smile deepened, and she took a tiny step forward.

This step, however, suddenly shortened the perceived distance between the two.

The atmosphere shifted from the grand confrontation to a more covert and direct negotiation rhythm.

He didn't answer immediately, but tilted his head slightly, as if recalling or confirming something. His voice was extremely low, yet it echoed clearly in the silent Daoist realm, "This junior once glimpsed a fragment of a record in a tattered ancient book—"

He paused, his bloodshot eyes gleaming. "Legend has it that beneath the North Sea Dragon Palace, at the deepest point where endless black ice and earth veins converge, lies a [Heavenly Demon Well]."

The tic-tac-toe pattern was followed by a deafening "BOOM!!!"

Beneath the throne, the once calm and still "water element" suddenly surged into a raging torrent. Countless illusory azure chains of Principle appeared out of thin air, whipping and entwining wildly, emitting a sharp buzzing sound, as if some forbidden name had been touched, triggering the ultimate restriction protecting this place!

The North Sea Dragon Lord suddenly stood up!

It wasn't that they stood up, but rather that their entire "existence" suddenly rose and expanded!

On that ice throne, the Dragon Lord's figure blurred instantly.

In its place stood a towering, imposing dragon-shaped phantom, nearly bursting through this azure Dao Realm!

The boundless dragon's might was no longer a pressure, but transformed into a tangible storm with a chilling aura, sweeping towards the Youquan Spring!

The Blood Sea shield surrounding Youquan was instantly compressed to its limit, emitting a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound, and the Blood God Son disintegrated and evaporated in patches!

But he remained standing, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the terrifying phantom of the Dragon Lord's true form, the smile on his lips stiff but never fading.

The terrifying pressure lasted for a full ten breaths.

The illusory image of the ten-thousand-foot-tall dragon slowly receded, transforming back into the appearance of a middle-aged man sitting upright on a throne.

The Dragon King slowly, extremely slowly, leaned forward.

This movement, though small in range, carries immense weight.

He stared at Youquan, his voice low and menacing, as if it came from the deepest depths of the Nine Nethers: "You... have you had enough of living?"