The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1837: Chapter 1934: I Am Mountain Tu

The True Dragon wreaks havoc, shocking the world.

The last True Dragon surviving from the Ancient Wilderness era, in its madness to become the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, has gathered strong warriors from all sides, yet no one dares to stop it.

Even those destiny experts who rule a domain dare not confront the frenzied True Dragon.

But no one thinks less of those destiny experts who appear but do not act; it is the most rational choice not to intervene, for facing the frenzied True Dragon would result in a miserable death.𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The True Dragon on the brink of becoming the Ancestral Desolate Dragon is beyond the power of destiny experts to counter; only those with clouded minds would dare to confront it.

But in that case, the entire land would suffer the rampage of this True Dragon, and no one knows how many lives would be lost.

Roar!!!!!!

The dragon’s roar shakes the skies, and its terrifying aura sweeps in all directions, even those long-lived ones who are struck by this aura will immediately perish; immortal experts will be injured.

This is the power of the True Dragon, a mighty being standing atop all creatures, even if human clan experts train for thousands upon tens of thousands of years, they can’t come close to the natural growth of a True Dragon.

The advantage of the bloodline is manifested vividly at this moment.

The human clan remains far too weak; the innate advantage compared to a True Dragon is a gap too vast to bridge solely through postnatal cultivation and effort.

However, nothing is perfect; despite the immense power of the True Dragon bloodline, it ultimately has its flaws, namely, the reproduction challenges.

Since the Ancient Wilderness era, the number of True Dragons has been very few; by the ancient times, only this one True Dragon remained, demonstrating the difficulty for the True Dragon species to reproduce.

If not for this, given the strength of the True Dragons, once their numbers reach a certain threshold, no life form on the land could oppose them, all would become fodder for the True Dragons.

Yet now, the frenzied True Dragon seeks to become the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, gaining an enduring life and even greater strength.

Additionally, the Ancestral Desolate Dragon possesses the ancestral dragon blood, allowing it to directly utilize its own bloodline to spawn offspring.

If this True Dragon succeeds in becoming the Ancestral Desolate Dragon, even the world’s balance will be altered.

Perhaps the tribe of demon beasts will entirely overshadow the human clan and once again become the true rulers of the land, returning to those dark and bloody years of the Ancient Wilderness era.

This is what all human clan experts dread happening; after painstaking efforts to suppress the demon beast tribe, if the human clan loses to an Ancestral Desolate Dragon, all those years of hard work would be for naught.

"Why haven’t Mo Martial Master and Martial Sovereign Fang appeared yet? They should have known about the anomalies here long ago." A human clan expert asked anxiously.

Indeed, the gathered human clan experts understand that such a situation cannot be controlled by them; only by Martial Lord Mo Shouhe and Fang Qingye stepping forward can the frenzied True Dragon be subdued.

It’s not necessary for both to appear; just one would suffice.

But until now, neither Mo Shouhe nor Fang Qingye has appeared, seemingly letting the True Dragon rampage as it pleases.

This is puzzling, given the capabilities of a Martial Lord; they can effortlessly be aware of anything happening on the land, and there’s no reason for them not to act after noticing such abnormalities.

But no one dares to speculate arrogantly about the Martial Lords, let alone complain about their inaction.

Fang Lin mingles among the numerous martial artists, yet he knows well that the True Dragon calamity did indeed occur in the memories of his past life, and ultimately, it was his father Fang Qingye who took action to slay the True Dragon.

However, Fang Lin is also puzzled at the moment; why hasn’t his father appeared yet? Could there be some reason preventing him from showing up immediately?

Thinking of this, Fang Lin immediately considered Mo Shouhe; if there’s anything in this era that could restrain his father’s existence, it’s only Mo Shouhe.

After all, though the first-generation Demon Saint has such strength, it can only cling to the Sacred Tree of the Demon Clan and cannot manifest; only Mo Shouhe can achieve this.

"Could the appearance of the True Dragon now be more than mere coincidence? Is there another reason?" Fang Lin pondered with a heavy expression, and as he learned many things, he would contemplate more deeply.

At this moment, in a place unseen by those martial arts experts, Fang Qingye and Mo Shouhe faced each other; both exuded powerful auras, as if preparing to strike.

Fang Qingye’s face looked somewhat unpleasant, indeed blocked by Mo Shouhe, just as he previously prevented Mo Shouhe from acting against certain individuals, both restraining each other, wary of one another.

But this time, Fang Qingye was a bit anxious; if the True Dragon’s havoc is not stopped promptly, the consequences will become dire, yet at this critical moment, Mo Shouhe appeared to block him, preventing Fang Qingye from taking action to subdue the frenzied True Dragon.

"Do you really intend to stop me?" Fang Qingye asked in a deep voice.

Mo Shouhe smiled lightly: "It’s not about stopping, just ensuring that your subjugation of this True Dragon isn’t overly smooth."

"Is such a meaningless act truly worth your effort?" Fang Qingye questioned.

Mo Shouhe’s expression turned cold: "If I were you, I would refrain from acting, allowing the True Dragon to go mad and kill; it is also one of the beings of the land. You want to kill it for other holy spirits; how is that different from my actions?"

Fang Qingye frowned: "The True Dragon may be among the beings, but it seeks to slaughter others for its own sake. If it didn’t commit murder, I wouldn’t act against it. Ultimately, you and the True Dragon are the same—sacrificing other beings for your own interests."

Mo Shouhe laughed heartily: "You’re right, I am like the True Dragon. However, you consistently consider from the perspective of the beings. If you were me, you’d make the same choices, and after all, all beings on the land were nurtured by Mountain Tu, and even if they eventually return to Mountain Tu, so what?"

Fang Qingye’s eyes showed a hint of anger: "You are not Mountain Tu, nor can you represent Mountain Tu. Even if the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu was the first being born on Mountain Tu, it cannot decide for Mountain Tu. All beings originate from Mountain Tu; were we to speak of returning, the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu should also return to Mountain Tu, indistinguishable from the others."

Mo Shouhe regarded Fang Qingye with a touch of disdain: "The words of the ordinary people, ultimately laughable. The Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu is the embodiment of Mountain Tu’s will; it naturally represents Mountain Tu."

Pausing, Mo Shouhe spoke deliberately: "In other words, I am Mountain Tu, Mountain Tu is me, and you, Fang Qingye, are merely a vermin outside Mountain Tu, ignorant of the true principles of heaven and earth."

Ps: Fourth update, returning home tomorrow, finally can rest.