Chapter 1109 - 560: The Dragon Emerges (Part 2)
When this beast has slaughtered billions, swallowed countless lives, and gorged itself, it will complete its final evolution! Only then will come the calamity of its demise! And only then will the heavens really come crashing down! Only then will the big shots come out to hold it up! To debate the Dao with it! To fight swords with it!
But before that, we’ll all have been digested into shit already!!"
Whether frightened by Chen Xuantian or stunned by the Heavenly Dragon, the people involuntarily lined up like ducklings following a mother duck, under the roaring and venting Chen Xuantian’s lead, wading through the water. At this moment, the water in Yun Meng Lake had been taken away by the ascending Dragon, and in a single file, the crowd reached the precarious and dilapidated temple across the shore.
It’s the Dragon King Temple.
Chan Zi was taken aback,
"You’re not hiding in that Taoist Temple again, are you?"
Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes at him,
"Am I that kind of person?"
Chan Zi felt guilty and released his grip.
Chen Xuantian sighed,
"Mainly it’s too late to prepare. The Great Array of Heart Burning Valley hasn’t been repaired for years, leaking everywhere. Unless there’s major construction, old mudfish could spit and blow it away. I’m not planning to establish a sect here, wasting resources, time, and energy for what? It’s not worth it, and I’m too lazy to bother with it. Too late to regret now."
Chan Zi gave him a sidelong glance.
Chen Xuantian shook his head, took out a pen, and opened the back door on the mural,
"Lead them into the backyard, remember? That storeroom with the statues. Each person takes one out, don’t pretend to be dead! You go too!"
Huan Sheng was taken aback, seeing that Chen Xuantian was pointing at the little dragon he had just put down.
Chen Xuantian coldly stared at the pretending-to-be-dead little dragon and said,
"Don’t say I’m scaring you. When your father goes crazy later, he’ll recognize no kin! Whether you’re Dragon Son or Dragon Grandson, he eats when he’s hungry without hesitation!
You’re also a True Dragon’s blood descendant, a Divine Beast favored by heaven, transformed and intelligent. How can you not know! If you want to survive, transform into a human and follow them in!"
Seeing it was exposed, the little dragon had no choice but to flap its wings, roll on the ground, and transform into a little girl with a braided ponytail, a round face, and chubby cheeks, pouting as she followed inside.
Yang Yunzhao was shocked,
"Ah, it’s you! It’s you, that brat! Kept throwing pearls at me! Injured me badly!"
Chen Xuantian also glanced at the sky speechlessly,
"Can everyone stop being so silly? That injury wasn’t caused by her... alright, alright, stop the nonsense, reminisce when you survive! Get in, get in!"
So Chan Zi, Li Yuanzhao, Huan Sheng, the little dragon, Yang Yunzhao, and Xu Wushe followed, led by Chan Zi, into the mural, walking only a few steps in the darkness before suddenly entering the brightly lit backyard of Heart Burning Valley.
With a squeak, they pushed open the door, and as Chen Xuantian said, the backyard was filled with statues. Each statue depicted a beautifully dressed, wind-riding Immortal, with intricately carved attire and accessories, in lifelike flying poses, as if a grand ball had been suddenly paused, turning everyone into stone.
Li Yuanzhao felt a chill down his spine and instinctively hid behind Chan Zi,
"What kind of spooky place is this? Why don’t they have faces?"
Chan Zi also frowned,
"I don’t know either."
"You don’t know, yet you lead the way?"
"I was blind when I came here..."
Xu Wushe, on the other hand, was intrigued and said,
"Liu Lang, what do you think?"
Yang Yunzhao instinctively said,
"Sir, I think there’s definitely something strange about this... No! Can you not do this every time! Always seeing through the criminal early but still messing with me!"
Xu Wushe chuckled,
"What does it matter if I figure it out? Without solid evidence, who will admit guilt? Only with reason and proof can someone be made to confess and meet justice. But this calamity, I’m indeed caught unaware and can’t see through it.
For instance, that one outside—exactly which Daoist from Cloud Platform came out for training? How is the Three Mountains Bloodline addressed? What kind of cause and effect did you form? Are you mentor, kin, or Daoist companion?"
Yang Yunzhao shrugged,
"Consider them a friend, perhaps."
"Friend, huh..."
Xu Wushe paused briefly, then chuckled,
"Friends are great. I had many friends back in the day, but pity they all died."
After all, surrounded by a group of youngsters, Xu Wushe didn’t shy away and was the first to step into the courtyard, lifting a statue, but instantly frowned.
"So heavy..."
Xu Wushe’s brow furrowed, using all his strength and barely raising it, clearly wasn’t pretending—his legs trembled.
Chan Zi, seeing this, also rolled up his sleeves and mustered all his strength, lifting vigorously!
"Oh my gosh!"
No one expected the statue Chan Zi lifted to be as light as a feather, nearly tossing it away!
Xu Wushe instinctively supported him but nearly hurt his back. Fortunately, Chan Zi held onto the statue, preventing it from smashing down.
Xu Wushe quickly put down the statue, trying another, instantly understanding,
"The weight of these statues depends on each one’s realm and cultivation. Choose freely; it’s all the same. Your debts can only be carried yourself."
Thus, everyone picked up a statue and headed outside. Chan Zi walked most effortlessly, the statue in his hands light as a feather. Yang Yunzhao was second, supporting a flag and carrying a statue without any hindrance.
Huan Sheng and Pu Lao didn’t have much problem either, though these two kids seemed quite struggling, but not to the extent of not being able to move, walking like carrying baskets. Xu Wushe was visibly exhausted, carrying the statue, panting heavily, sweating like rain, and moving with great difficulty.
Li Yuanzhao didn’t rush to lift, only gripping the Short Sword, coldly watching Xu Wushe struggling under the heavy weight.