Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Just after Tao Liuu left, as Wen Qingye was about to return to his room, Luo Shicheng paid a sudden visit.

Luo Shicheng walked up to Wen Qingye and asked, "Young Master Wen, have you fully recovered?"

"I’m almost fully recovered."

"That’s great. There’s a stern-looking young man outside who says he’s looking for you. He’s carrying a Silver Spear. Do you know who he might be?"

Wen Qingye’s heart stirred, and he smiled. "Take me to him now."

"Alright, I’ll lead the way for Young Master Wen."

....

Luo Shicheng led Wen Qingye toward the Luo Family’s main hall. Once they reached the entrance, Luo Shicheng left.

As soon as Wen Qingye entered the hall, he saw Luu Fangliang sitting in a chair, his eyes slightly closed and his face pale. As if sensing Wen Qingye’s arrival, his eyes snapped open.

"You’re injured?" Wen Qingye said with a slight smile.

Luu Fangliang’s injury was definitely not from Sima Feng, because Wen Qingye could sense that the wound had been inflicted within the last two days.

"It’s just a minor injury. Nothing to worry about," Luu Fangliang said, a hint of a smile in his cool eyes.

Wen Qingye sat down across from Luu Fangliang and asked, "Who was it?"

Luu Fangliang said, "An Elder from the Daoist School of Non-action named Ren Qingfeng. I exchanged a palm strike with him. Even though that Elder used less than ten percent of his strength, I still couldn’t take it."

Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed. ’An Elder-level figure? He came to the Glazed Ancient Country, too? I know this Elder from the Daoist School of Non-action must be extraordinary, perhaps even above the Destruction Realm.’

A fighting spirit emerged in Luu Fangliang’s eyes. "In any case, this Great Wilderness Ancient Stele is an opportunity. After all, the Ancient Stele’s pressure prevents many experts above the Destruction Realm from getting within a hundred li of it, which means fewer people to compete with."

"Have you joined a Sect now?" Wen Qingye asked, thinking of Luu Fangliang’s soaring strength.

Luu Fangliang shook his head. "No. After this trip to Xuwang Mountain, I plan to head to the central region of the Eastern Profound Domain—the area where Baoling Temple, the Daoist School of Non-action, and several other powerful Ancient Countries converge. The population of Martial Artists is larger there, and it’s more densely populated. I’ll travel around there for a while and see what happens."

Wen Qingye smiled and said, "Your strength has improved so rapidly. It’s truly astonishing."

Luu Fangliang asked, equally puzzled, "I’m not sure either. Ever since I reached the Refining Spirit Fifth Layer Heaven, my cultivation speed has been extremely fast, especially in places with heavy cold energy. I’ve heard that in the eastern part of the Eastern Profound Domain, there are endless islands, and beyond them, glaciers. There are even Sects among the glaciers. I plan to go take a look someday if I have the time."

Hearing Luu Fangliang’s words, Wen Qingye’s heart stirred. ’Could Luu Fangliang have some kind of special constitution?’

The creations of heaven and earth are infinite and endless, something no one can fully describe or explain. There are always some who are favored by the heavens. Some possess the great power of the world within their bodies, while for others, their fortune lies in their bloodline. These people are invariably the darlings of the heavens, and once awakened, their strength will advance by leaps and bounds.

Wen Qingye recalled someone with the Misha Bloodline. That person’s cultivation was also terrifyingly high. Once they fought someone, they could induce powerful illusions in their opponent’s mind, interfering with them. They were extremely powerful, but Wen Qingye’s memory of this person was a little hazy.

A sharp glint flashed in Luu Fangliang’s sword-like eyes as he said slowly, "My injury should be healed by tomorrow. Plus, I feel like my cultivation is on the verge of a breakthrough. I’ll take this opportunity to break through to the Ninth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm in the next three days."

Wen Qingye said with a smile in his eyes, "Then we’ll meet again at Xuwang Mountain."

"And fight together again!" Luu Fangliang declared, his voice firm and resounding.

"So what do we do now?"

"Now, we drink!"

"But your injury...?"

"An injury heals faster with wine." Luu Fangliang still remembered that this was something Wen Qingye himself had said long ago.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

....

「In a certain courtyard within the Imperial City of the Glazed Ancient Country.」

An old man in a purple robe and a golden crown instructed the young man beside him, "Xiaowu, I am now wearing your Primordial Spirit Jade Scroll. If you encounter any danger, I will be able to sense it immediately."

A defiant look appeared in the young man’s eyes. "Master, don’t you worry. With my strength, plus the name of my Taiyi Pavilion, who would dare to kill me?"

"That may be so, but you must still be careful," the old man said, his brow knitted.

The young man nodded and said nonchalantly, "Yes, I know, Master. I’m going to go practice the July Killing Heart Sword Technique now."

"Go on. I should also go and secretly eliminate some of the Purple Dragon Sect’s experts. Those people dare to betray us for their own gain and befriend the Celestial Profound Sect. I’ll let them know the consequences of betraying my Taiyi Pavilion." After speaking, the old man’s body became like a thin purple thread and vanished on the spot.

「Three days later.」

Frost dyed the green boughs, and clouds drifted over the vast, gray mountains.

Atop Xuwang Mountain, the jagged, skeletal ridges of the peak were starkly visible. It was at once lush and verdant, exuding a serene tranquility. The mountain radiated an ancient sense of immense change, as if the world itself had aged in the blink of an eye.

RUMBLE!

A tremendous roar shook the land for thousands of li, and even heaven and earth seemed to tremble.

From the mountaintop, an ethereal, dreamlike aura began to spread out in all directions. A dim, yellow halo carried with it a trace of boundless Profound Mysteries.

The dense, dark forests of Xuwang Mountain, which had not seen sunlight for a thousand years, were illuminated by the light. In the void, Primordial Qi constantly vibrated. With the summit as its center, the Primordial Qi turned into ripples on water, spreading outwards in successive waves.

A world-shaking pressure slowly descended from the sky. Even the people far away in the Imperial City of the Glazed Ancient Country seemed to feel its might.

The next moment!

Everyone felt as if something had suddenly appeared on the earth. The ground itself trembled ceaselessly, the tremors covering a range of several hundred li, with the aftershocks extending for thousands.

"The Great Wilderness Ancient Stele has appeared!"

Countless people raised their heads, gazing at the dim yellow light in the sky.

In an instant, countless young prodigies, experts from the Ancient Countries, and powerhouses from the Sects began to rush madly toward Xuwang Mountain. The tide of people was like a mountain and a sea.

Xuwang Mountain was an ancient mountain. From very early on, tales of its many myths and stories had been passed down by word of mouth. It was a place that saw no light year-round and possessed a thick, damp, and cold atmosphere.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Wen Qingye felt a Gang Wind rushing at him, strong enough to feel like it could tear a person apart. The mountaintop now glowed with an extremely dense, dim yellow halo, and it exuded a burgeoning momentum that bore down directly on everyone’s hearts.

"As long as you don’t make a move or reveal your aura, I don’t think this Great Wilderness Ancient Stele will try to erase you," Wen Qingye said slowly, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"HISS! HISS!" The Ice Python’s body was coiled up, as if it too felt the extremely oppressive aura.

The Ice Python said with a wry smile, "I understand. I wouldn’t dare reveal my aura. You should be careful yourself. This time, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

Wen Qingye nodded, then turned his eyes to Xuwang Mountain before him.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

At the same time, several frantic figures from the surroundings shot past, like flashes of an aurora.