Chapter 1369 - 1360: King Dragon of Civilization
Who wins?
Who loses?
Under the gaze of many powerful figures, the aftermath slowly dissipates, revealing the scene after the fierce battle.
In the shattered universe, destruction fills every corner, seeking to annihilate all things, while beyond the force of destruction lies the endless force of life, continuously repairing the cosmos.
Amidst the destruction and rebirth, stands a figure shrouded in a black robe.
He wields a sword.
Standing tall and straight.
Long black hair billowing.
His eyes look down majestically, invincible across the world.
More terrifying is the fact that around him stand two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Dao rules.
Opposite him, the arrogant Hall Master Zhao kneels on one knee, his right arm severed, face pale, on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this scene, there’s no need to say who the victor is.
"Xuan Cosmos, we shall meet again!"
Hall Master Zhao glanced coldly at Liu Che, intending to leave.
With a wave of his left hand, he took out a rune filled with Dao patterns, crushed it forcefully, unleashing a white light that carried the power of space, constructing a spacetime passage.
As soon as the passage appeared, it enveloped Hall Master Zhao, who vanished instantly.
"Space Rune?"
Liu Che frowned slightly, his vast divine sense sweeping in all directions, discovering the surrounding starfield exceptionally calm, with no trace of Hall Master Zhao.
Clearly, Hall Master Zhao had already escaped.
These powerful figures from major forces truly have many trump cards.
Killing them is no easy task.
Helpless, Liu Che could only return to Xuan Universe.
"Victory!"
"We won!"
"Wansheng! Wansheng! Wansheng!"
Seeing the starry sky return to calm, within Xuan Universe, countless Qin Dynasty citizens realized the situation, fervently waving their arms, shouting excitedly.
The Qin Dynasty has once again defeated a strong enemy.
"The promotion ceremony to Level Four Civilization proceeds!"
In the royal palace, Qin Wudao stood on the altar, his expression calm, ordering with a smile.
Actually, deep inside, he was shocked by Liu Che’s combat prowess, but as an emperor, he could not show his emotions.
To be an emperor, one must remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses!
"Aung!"
In the sky above Imperial Capital, the Fortune Golden Dragon seemed to understand Qin Wudao’s words, guiding eight clusters of auspicious clouds, soaring across all worlds, roaring to the heavens.
The dragon’s roar was world-famous!
It summoned countless clusters of thunderous clouds, rolling wildly, with a diameter reaching tens of millions of light-years, flashing with electric light, nurturing terrifying cosmic thunder.
Cosmic Thunder.
From the universe’s heavenly tribulation.
After being promoted to Level Four Civilization, the Qin Dynasty became part of the cosmic civilization.
Boom!
Suddenly, the thunderous clouds in the starry sky contracted sharply, a red cosmic thunder descended, spanning tens of light-years, containing cosmic power, annihilating everything.
What is cosmic power?
The force from the universe’s birth, terrifying beyond measure.
If the cosmic power of Xuan Universe fully erupts, even martial artists above the Creation Realm would find it hard to resist.
The vastness of the cosmos is unmatched by ordinary martial artists.
"Roar!"
The Fortune Spirit Dragon roared, its dragon eyes shimmering, mobilizing vast fortune power, actively flying towards the cosmic thunder.
Soon after, under the watchful eyes of Qin Wudao and his citizens, the Fortune Spirit Dragon swallowed the cosmic thunder whole, chewing bravely and face filled with satisfaction.
Looking as if it had tasted some delicious delicacy.
Qin Wudao’s brow darkened.
He felt the Fortune Spirit Dragon had learned to be mischievous.
Is this how one crosses tribulation?
Too disrespectful to the cosmic thunder.
Rumble!
Indeed, as Qin Wudao expected, the cosmic thunder was enraged, rolling violently, striking down a black dragon-shaped heavenly thunder, piercing the cosmos.
As the heavenly thunder raced, patches of the starry sky obliterated, its power multiplied several times, extremely aggressive and ferocious.
It seemed as if the entire Xuan Universe might collapse in an instant.
Qin Wudao stared at the black dragon-shaped heavenly thunder, his brows furrowing, a hint of concern flashing in his eyes.
"Roar!"
To this.
The Fortune Spirit Dragon felt no fear, instead, it was full of excitement, charging into the sky.
...
Meanwhile.
While the Qin Dynasty’s Fortune Spirit Dragon was undergoing tribulation.
The surrounding universes of Xuan Cosmos were in an uproar.
"The strength of the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty is too bizarre!"
In a certain part of the starry sky, the Immortal Dao Guard Commander stood on a warship, reflecting on the recent battles erupting in Xuan Cosmos, deep in thought.
Recalling back then, when he first arrived in Xuan Cosmos, the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty struggled to kill a Creation Realm martial artist, requiring an immense effort.
But last time, the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty took down Zhong Mu of the Shangguan Family in just three moves.
Three moves!
How terrifying?
And now, even more exaggerated, the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty martial artist took only three moves to kill three Creation Realm martial artists, defeating Hall Master Zhao of the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall’s Tianhe Universe division.
That Hall Master Zhao was at the pinnacle of the Creation Realm!
Except for martial artists of the Molding Dao Realm intervening, he was considered invincible, but eventually, he fell to the Qin Dynasty.
"Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine rules of power!"
"If he could be recruited into the Immortal Treasure Pavilion, maybe he could become the second Pavilion Master..."
Thinking of this, the Immortal Dao Guard Commander trembled, his eyes growing fervent.
From what he knew, the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty talents were numerous.
...
Da Ming Universe.
In the central realm, within the suspended palace, the Ming Sovereign watched the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty’s victory, his expression fluctuating with frustration, anger, panic...
Ultimately, all emotions transformed into fear!
He was scared!
For when the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall descended upon Xuan Cosmos, he had ordered an expedition against the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty.
Now, the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty had defeated the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall, if they learned of his actions, there would be grounds for war against Da Ming Universe, which would be disastrous.
"Quick... Quickly withdraw all troops, and today’s events must not be revealed to anyone, defying this order will result in execution of nine generations!"
Suddenly, as if realizing something, the Ming Sovereign hurriedly commanded.
"Understood!"
Beneath the million levels of the imperial stage, the high-ranking members of Da Ming Universe had already lost their will to fight, rushing to convey orders with panic-stricken expressions.
On the imperial throne, the Ming Sovereign gazed into the distance, a hint of prayer flashing in his eyes.
He now only hoped the Qin Dynasty’s Luck Dynasty hadn’t noticed the minor actions of Da Ming Universe.
...
Boom!
An hour later.
The ninth cosmic thunder fell, unsurprisingly, it too was devoured by the Fortune Spirit Dragon, patting its stomach, giving a satisfied burp.
Beyond all worlds, the thunderous clouds departed with a rumble.
In their place.
Was a vast amount of fortune power, shimmering with spiritual light.
"Aung!"
Seeing the Fortune Power, the Fortune Spirit Dragon was overjoyed, once again transforming into a greedy dragon, voraciously consuming the fortune power, causing its massive body to undergo another transformation, growing to a giant of one light-year size.
Additionally, at the center of the Fortune Spirit Dragon’s brows appeared a cosmic imprint, although somewhat illusory.
Qin Wudao watched the cosmic imprint, seemingly thoughtful.
In Zhong Mu’s spoils, he knew above the Fortune Spirit Dragon, is the King Dragon!
One marker of the Fortune King Dragon is the condensation of the cosmic imprint, capable of wielding cosmic power to defend against enemies, unbelievably terrifying.
