The Dragon Gate Opens! All Living Beings Vie to Cross!

After the banquet, Yu Tunzhou went straight back to the residence prepared for them in the Dragon Palace.

It was a detached coral cottage. Through the window, you could see patches of bioluminescent algae flickering in the dark current, as if someone had crushed an entire Milky Way and scattered it on the seabed.

According to the Dragon Palace, the Dragon Gate could open at any time in the next few days, so they must maintain peak condition at all times.

Yu Tunzhou and returned to the house, which was the final adjustment of his breathing.

He also predicted that the vixen An Ruyu would definitely come to find him at night, either tonight or tomorrow night, to discuss the topics they hadn't finished discussing last time.

If I'm not mistaken, the warning I gave him last time about the "encirclement and suppression" by Divine Capital was just a pretext thrown out by this witch.

The Eternal Dragon Gate, an ancient relic that even Huntian could only guess at, is undoubtedly one of the few places in the world where the true secrets hidden within Dragon Gate can be Incense-Smelling Cult.

Yu Tunzhou suddenly opened his eyes.

Outside the window, the luster of the seaweed on the seabed had dimmed at some point, as if something extremely far away was rising from the deepest part of the ocean.

Everyone in the Dragon Palace raised their heads at the same time.

Above the South Sea Dragon Palace, the vast expanse of seawater, previously isolated by the palace's barrier, slowly split open, as if deliberately yielding to the sides, revealing the sky above.

Then, a curtain of water shot up from below the Dragon Palace. The Dragon Palace was located deep in the sea, but the force of the water curtain seemed to come from a place deeper and more ancient than the seabed.

It pierces through the ocean abyss, soars straight to the sky, reaching the azure heavens above and touching the deepest abyss below!

And there's more than one such water curtain.

From beneath the Dragon Palace, towering curtains of water rose from all four directions of the sea.

Each curtain of water seems to be supporting the sky, or rather—a gateway!

The main road leads to the heavens, and the gates stand high.

Push open the door, and behind it lies a myriad of paths, countless possible Dao Path.

This magnificent scene instantly attracted the attention of many powerful figures in the Central Plains.

The sudden surge of legal energy that occurred was, in the eyes of martial artists at the External Scenery and above, like a dragon rising from the earth within the Great Dao, nearly overturning the underlying rules of the entire world.

The aftermath is just beginning to spread, and the chain reaction is only just starting to unfold.

The old Dragon King of the South Sea rushed over and gazed at the "Dragon Gate" that stretched from the sky to the sea. He remained silent for a long time, his aged dragon eyes seemingly reflecting the glory of countless ages ago and the desolation of countless ages to come.

He took a deep breath, turned to face the assembled Human Race, and said, "Gentlemen, the Dragon Gate has opened. Once you enter, your fate depends on your own abilities. My Dragon Palace will not inquire, interfere, or meddle."

He paused, his gaze lingering for a moment on Yu Tunzhou's shoulder. Where had that grayish-black, hairy beast gone?

Just as the people in the Dragon Palace were asking where the Dragon Gate was, as if projected, a water curtain fell in the very center of the Dragon Palace, somewhere between illusion and reality.

Even from just a glimpse of it, the aura of the primordial Primordial Wilderness rushed towards them, causing everyone present to hold their breath in awe.

"Gentlemen, the Dragon Gate may close at any time, please enter immediately!"

The old Dragon King urged everyone in a deep voice not to hesitate. At his signal, the representatives of the Dragon Race took the lead and walked towards the water screen projection.

Nine representatives from various branches of the Dragon Race gathered in the South Sea for this occasion.

Ao Xiyu stepped into the Dragon Gate, glanced back at Yu Tunzhou, and then strode inside.

Witnessing the younger generation of Dragon Race stepping through the Dragon Gate one after another, the Human Race no longer hesitated and began to enter in an orderly manner.

Yu Tunzhou was among them. He glanced one last time at the assembled officials in the hall, then turned and stepped through the Dragon Gate.

In that instant, the first thing he saw was an endless expanse of water.

The light shines down from extremely high and distant places, and after being refracted through countless layers of water, it becomes soft and hazy.

An ancient voice, whose origin was indistinguishable, resounded simultaneously within the Primordial Spirit of him and all the intruders. "Dragons take on a myriad of forms, dragons give birth to ten thousand sons, and all things in nature are sons of dragons. In the past, the Ancestral Dragon had nine sons, each different, yet all were true dragons."

What is the form of a dragon? What is a true dragon? You shall find out for yourselves.

"The one who ultimately transforms into a true dragon at the end of the Dragon Gate can be considered the most ancient dragon."

As the sound faded, the world turned upside down.

A sense of déjà vu arose within him; Yu Tunzhou felt as if he were a fish swimming upstream, heading towards the source of an unseen river.

What appeared before him was a vast expanse of water so boundless it was suffocating.

Above the waters lies the vast and boundless Tianhe, which corresponds to the boundless ocean below.

The sky and the earth are both water bodies.

Within the Primordial Spirit Heaven and Earth, Little Black, which had been dormant for an unknown period of time, finally stirred.

Accompanied by a deep, instinctive throbbing, Yu Tunzhou's consciousness seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, transforming into a—

Big fish.

Heavenly Demon Sect.

Kou Ziling stood atop the mountain, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the four towering "Dragon Gate" that seemed to reach the Tongtian from any direction.

A celestial sword floated beside him.

At this moment, as the aura emanating from the opening of the Dragon Gate radiated across the Central Plains, he asked with a smile, "Nine Netherworlds Daoist Jiuyou, did your master from back then ever visit the Eternal Dragon Gate?"

After a moment of silence, the immortal sword hummed.

Not to mention its former owner, even the lords of various families were never able to see the inside of the Dragon Gate.

Back then, the Ancestral Dragon and all the powerful Yinglong built the Dragon Gate with the determination to die. They were qualified to forcibly confirm the coordinates of the Dragon Gate, but they were unwilling to bear the karmic debts of the Dragon Race. Those who coveted the Innate Water Fortune that might be hidden within the Dragon Gate did not have the strength to break through it.

Kou Ziling laughed and said, "It seems that I am more fortunate than Fellow Nine Netherworlds Jiuyou's former master."

The immortal sword suddenly hummed, like a cold snort.

Kou Ziling didn't care at all. He turned his gaze to Divine Capital location of the capital and muttered to himself, "While all eyes are focused on the Dragon Gate, it's time to find out whether the person behind the Great Yan is dead or alive."

Shangqing Mountain.

Li Jingxuan had already returned to the sect. He first paid his respects to his senior brother, the sect leader, and then went to see his Senior Brother Shouxin.

Upon meeting, the old Daoist priest said with a look of regret, "Look at you! You broke through your cultivation level without even realizing it, and now you can't even enter the Dragon Gate. What a great fortuitous opportunity you've missed! How unfortunate!"

Li Jingxuan laughed and said, "To gain it is my fortune, to lose it is my fate, there is nothing to regret. Besides, my Supreme Purity Lineage is not lacking in resources or heritage, why should we covet what the Dragon Race has?"

"You seem quite open-minded," the old Daoist priest said with a smile. "How many parts of the array diagram have you refined?"

"Not even one percent."

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The old Daoist priest hummed in agreement, surprisingly without any mockery. Instead, he comforted him, saying, "Take it slow; this step can't be rushed."

Then, the old Daoist priest changed his expression and said seriously, "The questions from other Daoist School have already reached our sect. You, who have only been guarding the grotto for a short time, have already lost the treasure that brings good fortune? I have been guarding it for decades without any problems."

Li Jingxuan chuckled and said, "It's impressive that Senior Brother can say that so confidently."

In the past, in order to suppress the Martial Fortune of that Martial Ancestor, both Daoism and Buddhism produced a protective artifact to suppress the flow of Martial Fortune. This is also the fundamental reason why Daoism and Buddhism needed to send guards to the cave heaven.

The True Martial Sect, which is said to have been used by the Great Emperor Zhenwu in the past.

As for its current whereabouts, it is naturally in the hands of Senior Brother Yu.

This thing isn't very useful for much else, but it's quite suitable for suppressing fortune.

On that day, Senior Brother Shouxin went along with the flow and gave this item to Senior Brother Yu, also to suppress the fluctuating fortunes he was experiencing at the time.

So when the True Martial Sect questioned him not long ago, he, as the junior brother, couldn't implicate his senior brother and had to swallow his pride and take the blame.

Li Jingxuan suddenly said, "I've heard that behind the Dragon Gate lies a hidden Innate Water Fortune. Isn't that a bit of a coincidence?"

The old True Martial Sect is far from reaching that level."

The second half of the answer relieved Li Jingxuan considerably.

"That's fine too." Li Jingxuan looked up at the magnificent scene in the distance and murmured, "A bunch of old guys hiding in the shadows are starting to show themselves—that one, after all, is the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable of my Daoist School lineage."

The old Daoist priest narrowed his eyes.

After returning to the Daoist lineage, he specifically searched for records about the Kunpeng in the Daoist School and found that since the Primordial Era, those who could attract the Kunpeng Divine Intent were few and far between. They were all outstanding individuals of their time, and all of them ended up with a tragic end.

Therefore, in the founding of Daoist School, the Kunpeng gradually became synonymous with misfortune.

Western Desert, Little Thunderclap Temple.

The old monk sat on a worn-out prayer mat, the wooden fish in his hand having stopped playing at some point.

Looking towards the West Sea, feeling the aura of Dragon Gate that could be sensed even across countless miles, he clasped his hands together and softly uttered a Buddhist chant.

"All calamities and disasters originate from the Dragon Gate— "

His voice was hoarse and aged, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. "The Final Tribulation have come, all beings are suffering, only those who save themselves can save others."

Portal projections appeared in all Dragon Palaces of the Four Seas and even overseas, guiding the younger generation from all directions into the Dragon Gate.

But what truly caught the attention of powerful figures from all sides was the immense shockwave from the opening of the Dragon Gate, which was continuously radiating and influencing this world.

Those who practiced Ancient Method were the first to sense that the opening of the Dragon Gate seemed to be promoting the revival of the Immortal Dao.

Or rather, it's about transforming the world of the future into what it was like before the Primordial Era!

The changes that occurred in this short period of time have exceeded the changes that occurred in the previous six months.

All of this is temporarily no longer relevant to the martial artists who have entered the Dragon Gate.

As each martial artist stepped through the Dragon Gate, they heard that voice that seemed to come from ancient times.

When they opened their eyes, what had changed was not only the world before them, but also themselves.

When Deng Canglan opened his eyes, he sensed that something was wrong.

First, the field of vision has become wider, ridiculously wider, with no blind spots in any direction, and you can even see clearly what's behind you.

He instinctively reached out to rub his eyes, only to find that he had no hands, but instead eight tentacles.

Each one is covered with tiny suction cups, which are now gently unfurling with the ripples of the water.

He gazed at his own tentacles, lost in thought.

Who am I? Where am I?

I am Deng Canglan, a disciple of Kou Ziling, the Old Devil of the Heavenly Demon Sect Kou Ziling, and I aspire to become a saint of merit.

I entered the Eternal Dragon Gate ----

And then I turned into an octopus?

As he pondered, a deadly sense of danger pressed down on him from above.

Before Deng Canglan could think it through, he instinctively released a thick mass of energy, and his eight tentacles exerted force simultaneously, like an arrow shot out, swiftly burrowing into the crevices of the coral reef.

The next moment, a colossal creature slowly swam by, swallowing up the fish and shrimp along its path.

Deng Canglan lay dormant at point C on the coral reef, raising his tentacles to wipe away non-existent sweat from his forehead.

Master, this is quite dangerous!

In the mountain pond, one can hear a chorus of frogs.

A frog, separated from its companions, squatted beside a lotus leaf, looking down at its reflection in the water to see itself clearly.

Suddenly, it started raining.

Raindrops fall into the pond, creating ripples that blur the reflections, as if returning to nothingness.

The Dharma Master Jiese calmly accepted everything, slowly raising his webbed claws and pressing his palms together.

"May Buddha have mercy—quack!"

As if in response, a croaking of frogs rose from not far away.

Listening to the incessant chattering in his ears, Dharma Master Jiese, felt that his spiritual practice was still incomplete.

Suddenly, he noticed a bullfrog, much stronger than himself, sitting on a lotus not far away. Its pregnant eyes held a quality that was not typical of bullfrogs—Buddha-like nature!

The Dharma Master Jiese sensed a similar yet distant aura emanating from the other person.

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He stared at the bullfrog, and the bullfrog stared back at him.

Five frogs of different species perched on two lotus petals, gazing at each other across a pond of autumn water, none of them daring to be the first to croak.

Of course, no one can break the king's seal.

Because opening the king means "quack".

The moment Lin Yue opened his eyes, he saw that his nose had turned into a sharp, long, bony sword-like appendage, extending straight out from the center of his face, about three feet long, with its edges as thin as blades, gleaming with a cold silver light.

He tried shaking his head, the sword's edge slicing through the water, creating a white line underwater.

He was stunned for a moment, then had to accept the fact that he seemed to have turned into a swordfish.

Soon, he realized that not only could he not stop, but he was also swimming so fast that he couldn't even react to him, and then he crashed headfirst into a coral reef.

With a muffled thud, the sword's tip pierced the coral. He hung suspended in mid-air, silent, feeling like a sword carelessly stuck into a rock.

In the rivers.

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A small, jet-black tortoise swam across the undercurrent; it was none other than Daoist Xuanfa of the True Martial Sect, Ding Zi.

He is still accepting the reality that he has become a turtle.

Suddenly, he remembered something, turned his head to look back, and regretfully discovered that his tail was not a snake.

Beneath the sunless Binghai Sea, a small, eternally colorful fish, its body as clear as glass, swims towards the deepest part of Binghai.

This was Xie Linchuan.

Each of its scales can keenly sense changes in the water flow from all directions.

In the darkness, enormous creatures were gathering towards him from the shadows.

Xie Linchuan instinctively sensed that there was only a glimmer of hope at the very bottom!

Ji Zhaoxuan gazed at his reflection in the river.

It has a single horn on its head, its body is covered with Qinglin, and it has not yet grown four legs, but its vertical pupils already faintly reveal the majestic radiance that Dragon Race should have.

--

He transformed into a dragon!

At the same time, he could clearly sense the dragon energy flowing within his body, permeating every inch of his form and merging with it.

That person was right after all!

The Eternal Dragon Gate is the place where you transform into a true dragon!

Huang Tian felt something was wrong with his whole body.

He lay on a rock in the shallow sea, with rough sand beneath him and the shimmering sunlight filtering through his head.

He quickly noticed something was wrong; his legs seemed a bit too many—

Besides, it seems he can only move around with cash.

Have I turned into a crab?

Are these the rules in Dragon Gate?

--

Soon, he discovered that he had lost his Divine Ability, even the sensation of his divine veins had been lost, and he seemed to be in Primordial Spirit form at that moment?

Just as he was about to continue pondering, a primal and intense impulse interrupted all his thoughts.

That's the most primal, instinctive hunger.

Just then, a slender black shadow silently emerged from a crevice in the rocks behind him.

The instant he sensed the change in the water flow, Huang Tian swiftly clamped his pincers, splitting the sea snake in two.

He looked down at the half-snake body, his hunger intensifying. He couldn't help but extend his left claw, pick up the snake body, and put it in his mouth.

As the snake meat was swallowed, a warm current flowed through his body, and he clearly felt his body grow a little larger.

Even more noticeable than the changes in physical form was the transformation of the Primordial Spirit.

His Primordial Spirit power seemed to have been added out of thin air.

In that instant, Huang Tian understood the underlying rules of this world.

He gazed at the shallow sea, at the fish and shrimp swimming among the coral reefs, and at the enormous dark shadow that was faintly visible in the distant Bingshui.

All living things are prey.

All living beings are hunters.

Unlike Human Race, Demon Race generally retain their original forms.

Among them, the Dragon Race maintains its dragon form, and its size depends on the strength of its Primordial Spirit.

Furthermore, they also heard a "truth" about this Primordial Spirit Sea.

Binghaizhong.

Ao Jiu, who was overseas, swallowed a fish and felt the increase in his Primordial Spirit power, and was overjoyed.

Cultivating the Primordial Spirit is the most difficult, and every bit of progress requires a long period of accumulation.

In this respect, no other race is as good as the Human Race.

Now, it only needs to devour the native aquatic creatures in this Dragon Gate to continuously increase its Primordial Spirit power until it breaks free from the shackles of this world and passes the first test.

Ao Jiu did not rush to devour everything. It surfaced, looked around, and first confirmed that it was in the area, but all it saw was a vast sea with no end in sight and no shore in sight.

Suddenly, it spotted a black dot in the distance; it seemed to be—

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islands?

An isolated island in the sea?

Ao Jiu guessed that this isolated island might hold the test of this world.

In such a vast ocean, it's impossible for an isolated island to appear out of nowhere; there must be a hidden intention from our ancestors in this arrangement!

Thinking of this, it swam towards that black dot, dodging large fish while devouring small fish and shrimp to improve itself.

Each time it devoured something, its primordial Primordial Spirit power clearly increased. This feeling of continuous progress captivated it, making it unable to extricate itself.

As expected, the Eternal Dragon Gate is regarded by our ancestors as the last remaining treasure!

As it drew closer, the black dot grew larger and larger in the field of vision.

It was indeed a huge island.

As it traveled, it saw a golden roc flying overhead, though it was much smaller than itself.

That must be the younger generation of the Peng Race ----

Ao Jiu's mind wandered through the minds of the various geniuses from different races who had entered the Dragon Gate this time.

It may not be the most outstanding among the overseas Dragon Race of this generation, but given the advantages that the Dragon Race have in Dragon Gate this time, as long as it finds an opportunity, even it can hunt down these guys that were once looked down upon.

Compared to the native aquatic creatures, the elites from various races who have entered Ding this time are truly "highly nourishing"!

Soon, Ao Jiu sensed another aura in the seawater, different from that of the native aquatic creatures—another intruder!

A cold glint flashed in Ao Jiu's eyes, and he suddenly increased his speed.

Upon sensing its presence, the figure ahead quickened its pace, swimming towards the distant island.

In the sky, a golden roc soared through the air, its eagle eyes coldly observing the chase below, waiting for its chance to strike.

It also noticed the island ahead, but felt something was strange, and a sense of fear instinctively arose in its Primordial Spirit.

This fear intensified as it approached the island.

Finally, it flapped its wings in panic, turned around, and fled.

As it fell, it looked back, and whether it was an illusion or not, the island—moved!

In the vast, boundless ocean that seems to encompass all the seas, a colossal figure stands in the center of the ocean.

From the moment it awoke, it floated quietly in the very center of this vast expanse of water, like a silent, isolated island, trapped in a state of profound stillness and chaos.

It doesn't remember who it is or where it came from; its enormous size slows down its thinking.

It stood silently, its mind a blank, pondering who it was, where it was, and where it was going.

After thinking about it for a long time, it found itself increasingly confused, so it decided to stop thinking about it for the time being.

And with a sudden surge of hunger, a phrase suddenly popped into its mind:

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

So it followed its instincts and opened its mouth. At the same time, the direction of the ocean currents within a radius of a hundred miles changed, and a huge whirlpool appeared out of nowhere on the sea surface. The seawater at the edge of the whirlpool began to collapse towards the center, as if someone had pulled out a plug in the very center of this body of water.

In the distance, migrating along the ocean currents, tens of thousands of silver scales converge into a flowing ribbon of light under the sunlight.

Then the vortex appeared, and the silver ribbon of light curved in mid-air, like a snake being pulled by its tail, falling in droves into that bottomless darkness.

Then there are the predators lurking beneath the surface of the Binghai Sea.

All living things are swimming desperately in the opposite direction of the whirlpool.

Some of them have already grown fine scales, some have grown the single horn of a dragon, and some have even begun to resemble a dragon in appearance.

But before that whirlpool, they were no different from other fish and shrimp—equally small and powerless.

In the midst of this, Ao Jiu was also caught in the vortex. It was unable to break free from the vortex's grasp and was swept into the "bottomless Bing Abyss"!

After an unknown amount of time, the whirlpool gradually subsided.

The sea returned to calm, and sunlight streamed down from high above, illuminating the ravaged waters. The surface shimmered, showing no trace of the catastrophe that had just occurred.

It then transformed into a vast island, prompting divergent thinking and prompting reflection on Socrates ' three philosophical questions:

Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Who is Socrates?

On top of this "island," a small golden bird, not much bigger than a ball of fluff, was flapping its wings and hopping around, trying to attract the attention of Fellow Xuandu.

Oh no! Fellow Xuandu has fallen into "Dao Bewilderment"!