Chapter 644 - 421: True Spirit, Photographs
Amidst the rapidly crumbling multi-layered illusion, a clear dragon’s roar suddenly resounded!
The dragon’s roar wasn’t overwhelmingly deafening, but the majesty and power contained within it was enough to awe the surrounding area for a thousand miles! The moment it emerged from the illusion, it signified that this peculiar realm had entered the stage of complete collapse!
As expected, following the dragon’s roar, Wang Zhifan and the others saw a massive and imposing cyan dragon head forcibly break through the illusion!
Its agile body, over a hundred zhang long, quickly appeared, and with the forceful exertion of its two powerful five-clawed dragon paws, the illusory area, which appeared extremely cramped in comparison to its form, was utterly torn apart, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
"This is the True Form of the Cyan Dragon... It’s truly extraordinary!"
Wang Zhifan and the others around him couldn’t help but be somewhat shaken upon witnessing this scene.
Because they all possessed cultivations surpassing the Innate Realm, they could clearly sense the immense energy contained within the cyan dragon that shattered the illusion.
It’s no exaggeration to say that if this cyan dragon had been present earlier, the three Demon Venerables wouldn’t have had any opportunity to act. The dragon would have easily wiped them out in an instant.
As the cyan dragon emerged, Wang Zhifan activated the Memory Capturing Skill he had prepared, capturing the moment of the cyan dragon’s liberation and fixing it onto the white paper, presenting a picture in full realistic colors.
Beside him, Qingfeng also began to frantically move his brush across the paper, depicting this rare and awe-inspiring scene.
The three monks of the Buddhist Sect clasped their hands together, slightly lowering their heads, expressing their respect for the newly ascended super-innate Mieyue Clan.
Only the imposing cyan flood dragon, after breaking free, joyously spiraled once in the heavens before suddenly descending, transforming in mid-air into the image of Long Dao, the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, and landing on the ground.
At this moment, the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, perhaps due to its realm advancement, no longer bore the battle-worn appearance of the bloody scars before entering the illusion.
She condensed a new set of black armor with her own prowess, her unrestrained high ponytail, her forehead adorned with magnificent dragon horns, eyes bright as stars, a face beautiful and heroic, and a tall and proud stature, embodying a strikingly valiant goddess, stepping from fantasy into reality.
The only odd thing was that the blood-red dual sabers she used earlier seemed to have vanished, leaving her personal characteristics somewhat lacking.
"Congratulations to Long Dao for breaking through to the realm beyond innate!"
"Congratulations to Mieyue for breaking through to the realm beyond innate!"
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Wang Zhifan and the other five promptly cupped their hands in congratulations to the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber before them, following the etiquette of cultivators and in recognition of Long Dao’s feat in vanquishing a Demon Venerable.
Although they weren’t clear on the details of the previous battle between the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber and the Demon Venerable within the boundless illusion, the fact that Long Dao emerged significantly stronger and alone, with no trace of the illusion or the Demon Venerable, already said it all.
"Many thanks to everyone for your strong support! Especially to Fanyun, without whom, restraining the other two Demon Venerables, Long Dao wouldn’t have succeeded so smoothly today!"
The Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, now in her Black Armored Goddess form, appeared similarly radiant, as if relieved, shedding her usual indifference. Her overall demeanor, following her significant power increase, seemed even more gentle.
She swept her gaze across everyone, finally resting her eyes on Wang Zhifan, revealing a smile from the heart.
"Long Dao, you overpraise. Defeating the Demon Venerable and achieving a breakthrough were due to your own effort and talent. I merely provided some insignificant assistance on the side."
Wang Zhifan naturally responded humbly; otherwise, he wouldn’t know how to continue the conversation.
"Haha, I must inform Mieyue that Fanyun has just been personally bestowed the title of Wu Zun by ’The Philosopher’. It’s more appropriate to call him by this title."
The three monks of the Buddhist Sect also approached, pointing out that the Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber was behind the times in addressing Wang Zhifan, indicating how much people in this world valued titles, often substituting for names in most occasions.
"Oh? To think ’The Philosopher’ personally appointed Fanyun as Wu Zun? Could it be that those two Demon Venerables were..."
The Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber immediately caught on. When she had flown a circle in the sky in her True Form of the Cyan Dragon, it was to assess the overall battle situation. The discovery that the two Demon Venerables she planned to deal with were already defeated in miserable states indicated that someone certainly played a crucial role, else ’The Philosopher’ wouldn’t bestow such a unique and prestigious two-character title like "Wu Zun".
In this world, there is a customary rule: generally, cultivators choose titles of four characters or more. Opting for fewer characters to highlight one’s extraordinariness means weighing one’s qualifications, or else forcing a title might invite ridicule from the world.
For example, "The Philosopher" is a universally recognized special title; in discussions, it invariably refers to that revered figure, with no ordinary individuals daring to associate with it.
"Indeed, Lord Wu Zun recently fought two Demon Venerables solo, slaying both within less than a tea break’s time, emerging unscathed, displaying martial prowess perhaps unmatched in this world."
Another of the Buddhist Sect monks also offered flattering words to Wang Zhifan on the spot.
Seeing the conversation becoming increasingly non-nutritive, Wang Zhifan lightly coughed, preparing to shift the topic towards the confrontation with the Demon Realm.