Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Wan Xianlin’s tone carried an unquestionable authority, shattering any thought Mu Chen had of keeping the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture a secret. He sighed softly, slowly raised his head, and said with a wry smile, "As expected, nothing escapes your notice."

As he spoke, Mu Chen’s expression became resolute again. He nodded. "That’s right. I do have leverage. A reason why you absolutely cannot kill me!"

"A reason we absolutely cannot kill you?"

Just then, the handsome-faced elder with white hair, eyebrows, and beard, who was seated first to Wan Xianzhong’s left, slowly stepped away from his seat. He chuckled lightly. "Oh? Well, now I’m quite interested. Let’s hear this ’absolute reason’ of yours!"

With that, the elder clasped his hands behind his back, his pair of sharp eyes staring at Mu Chen with a hint of interest. "If you can’t give us one, then even if your previous explanation was reasonable, I cannot tolerate what you did to Little Fairy. You will die!"

"Cang Mei," Wan Xianlin called out.

The white-browed elder shook his head. "Brother, this is my stance. If he can’t give us one, not even you will be able to stop me. All right, boy. State your reason!"

Mu Chen sighed softly at the interrogation and threats, feeling not a trace of anger. ’The fact that they haven’t killed me on the spot is already a show of immense respect. Wan Xian’Er is the sole treasure of the Ding Palace, a being of immense nobility. For her to have her chastity taken by a man while training in the Outer Realm... even if it was an accident, and even if the accident was justifiable, it’s an intolerable defilement to the Ding Palace. An act of blasphemy!’

Exhaling softly, Mu Chen said, "My reason isn’t something I can say. It’s something I must show."

As he spoke, his blue-purple Ice Extreme Demon Pupils slowly closed. With a mere thought, an incredibly soft ball of white light suddenly emanated from his chest.

Immediately after, the white light abruptly expanded, transforming into countless specks of white starlight that danced rapidly around him. A gentle wind stirred, lifting his Profound Celestial Robe and long, ice-blue hair. A vortex of white light swiftly expanded from Mu Chen’s position, enveloping a three-meter radius around him in the blink of an eye. Borne by this white cyclone, Mu Chen’s body slowly rose until he was suspended in mid-air.

Wan Xianzhong, along with Wan Xianlin and Cang Mei who were standing closer to Mu Chen, all retreated, their eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"ROAR!"

The calm lasted for only a moment before a dragon’s roar, powerful enough to shake the heavens, erupted. The specks of white light circling Mu Chen abruptly coalesced, forming nine long, narrow streams of white energy that gracefully soared and dove around him. As they moved, the nine streams of energy rapidly transformed, solidifying into nine White Dragons in the blink of an eye. A continuous stream of roars issued from the nine dragons’ mouths, each cry causing the white vortex around Mu Chen to expand. The scene was breathtaking.

"Is that... Dragon Qi?!"

Wan Xianlin’s narrowed eyes suddenly snapped open, a sharp glint flashing within as he cried out in shock.

Dragon Qi! As the name implied, it was an aura that only a True Dragon could possess. The creatures soaring around Mu Chen were none other than nine True Dragons! But this was only the beginning.

As the nine White Dragons circled Mu Chen, a golden light flickered between his eyebrows. In the same manner as the white light, it burst apart, transforming into countless golden specks. They floated above his head, rotating clockwise along with the vortex. Then, another earth-shattering dragon roar materialized from thin air!

As if finding their destination, the golden specks of light swirled and converged toward the center. A moment later, a golden True Dragon abruptly took shape. It was a full ten times larger than the white True Dragons circling Mu Chen!

Its appearance seemed to galvanize the White Dragons. They suddenly ceased their elegant flight, tilted their heads to the sky, and roared in unison. The next moment, the nine White Dragons shot toward the Golden Dragon. They merged in pairs as they flew until, finally, all nine combined into one, forming a single white True Dragon that was the exact same size as the golden one. The two dragons began chasing each other’s tails, circling endlessly above Mu Chen’s head.

And yet, at that very moment, Mu Chen’s closed eyes snapped open. A blue-purple radiance bloomed, and with a mere thought, he commanded coldly, "Descend!"

As if his voice were a Brahma Sound made manifest, the white and golden True Dragons descended from the sky and erupted with a BOOM! In that instant, the entire Council Pavilion was completely flooded with gold and white light, plunging everyone into temporary blindness.

The blindness lasted only for a few moments. When their vision returned, everyone’s face was a mask of panic and utter shock—most of all Wan Xianlin and Wan Xianzhong! For what greeted their eyes was a sight that would shake them to their very souls!

Mu Chen stood where he was, but the white vortex that had enveloped him was completely gone, and he had returned to the ground. The only difference was that two soft orbs of light now floated at his sides—a white one on his left and a golden one on his right.

Of course, what shocked the Elders were not the orbs of light themselves, but the objects within them: the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture!

"Th-th-this! This is...!"

The moment he saw these two items, Cang Mei was utterly stupefied. Completely disregarding his own loss of composure, he stumbled over to Mu Chen, his eyes wide as he stared back and forth between the two objects. He even subconsciously reached out to grasp the White Dragon Cauldron, but the instant his hand extended, the cauldron, as if sentient, shifted slightly to the side, causing Cang Mei to grasp at empty air.