Chapter 63: True Dragon Patrolling the Heavens, the Timing of the Saintly Herb

Chapter 63: True Dragon Patrolling the Heavens, the Timing of the Saintly Herb

The battle between Yuan Hualong and Lan Junhe grew increasingly fierce.

The surrounding ground shattered and collapsed, while rocks and vegetation were utterly destroyed, as if two frenzied demonic beasts were rampaging through the area.

Chen Feng watched in astonishment.

Yet, neither could gain the upper hand.

Feeling his injuries mostly healed and his Force nearly fully restored, Chen Feng immediately rose to his feet. Surging Force poured into the Flowing Cup Sword, causing the blade to tremble and hum.

His eyes sharpened, a cold glint flashing as he fixed his gaze on Lan Junhe.

If he struck, it would be a killing blow—no hesitation, no mercy.

He would seize that fleeting moment of timing and execute the First Form of the Juejian Sword Art to slay Lan Junhe on the spot, then Devour his Innate Divine Trait.

He would leave no chance for his opponent.

Boom!

A thunderous roar, like rolling thunder, erupted from the distance. The earth trembled violently, sending shockwaves rolling outward past Chen Feng and the others.

Dust surged like waves as the ground heaved up and down.

Then, a domineering dragon roar resounded from afar, as if it could shatter the heavens and split the earth.

A pillar of rainbow light shot into the sky, twisting and coiling into the form of a dragon that writhed and swam through the air.

The dragon’s roar echoed continuously.

It was as if a True Dragon was Patrolling the Heavens!

Such an astonishing phenomenon instantly drew the attention of everyone within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. No matter what they were doing, all eyes turned toward it.

Yuan Hualong and Lan Junhe ceased their battle, their gazes locked onto the spectacle.

"That is…"

Chen Feng’s pupils contracted as a thought flashed through his mind.

Timing!

Could this be the moment the saintly herb appeared?

Otherwise, why would there be such a massive disturbance?

Without hesitation, Lan Junhe immediately sprinted toward the source of the commotion.

"Junior Brother Chen, let’s go!" Yuan Hualong urged.

At this moment, thoughts of killing Lan Junhe were set aside.

If this truly was the emergence of a saintly herb, not a single second could be wasted.

Across the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, figures dashed at full speed toward the swirling dragon-shaped rainbow light.

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At the heart of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm lay a vast, dense forest. At its edge stood a uniquely shaped mountain—layered and coiled, its outermost ring rising dozens of meters while its innermost peak soared hundreds of meters high, resembling a great dragon winding around itself.

This was Panlong Peak, from which the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm derived its name.

Legends claimed the realm was formed from the corpse of a True Dragon, though this remained unverified.

After all, only those in the Body Forging Realm could enter the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm—anyone stronger would perish instantly.

Though merely a legend, Panlong Peak’s fame spread far and wide. Many believed that if the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm truly originated from a True Dragon’s remains, its core must lie within Panlong Peak.

Yet, despite numerous attempts by explorers during past openings of the realm, no evidence had ever been found.

Moreover, the spiritual herbs on Panlong Peak were fewer than in other areas.

As a result, fewer and fewer cultivators bothered to visit Panlong Peak with each new opening of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

At this moment, the rainbow light continuously erupted from the summit of Panlong Peak, soaring into the sky and transforming into a rainbow light dragon hundreds of meters long, coiling and undulating endlessly.

One dragon roar after another rang out, growing increasingly resounding, shaking the heavens and earth with astonishing might.

This phenomenon seemed to announce to the world the extraordinary nature of Panlong Peak.

Figures swiftly approached from the distance, eventually halting at the foot of the peak.

"To think the commotion actually came from Panlong Peak..." A young man clad in a blue robe, his eyes shimmering like starlight, revealed a faint smile. This was none other than Nangong Chen, the Saint of the Nangong Clan. Several disciples of the Nangong Clan also appeared around him.

More and more people arrived—the Zhenwu Saint of the Zhenwu Sacred Land with his disciples, the Tianyuan Saint of the Tianyuan Sacred Land with his followers, as well as cultivators from other super first-class powers, all gathering at the base of Panlong Peak.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to ascend the peak.

But at this moment, rainbow light surged from every part of Panlong Peak, and the entire mountain trembled violently.

The peak shook, the earth quaked.

Cracks spread across the mountain, rocks tumbling down in avalanches as the erupting rainbow light grew denser.

Before long, Chen Feng and Yuan Hualong arrived one after another, joining the ranks of the Huntian Sect.

"Senior Brother Yuan!"

The disciples of the Huntian Sect saluted Yuan Hualong upon seeing him.

Of the hundred-plus Huntian Sect disciples who had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, only two had reached the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. However, one possessed only an ordinary Saint-Grade Divine Trait and thus had not been promoted to Sect Heir Candidate.

"Senior Brother Chen!"

Some also saluted Chen Feng, including the four he had previously rescued.

Others, however, did not hold him in particularly high regard.

After all, lacking a divine trait and having never witnessed his strength firsthand, they were less convinced.

Chen Feng paid no mind to this. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on Panlong Peak, where the rainbow light continued to erupt. A glimmer of sharpness flickered in his eyes as he speculated inwardly.

"If there truly is a saintly herb, it must be here," Chen Feng mused.

Lan Junhe also returned to the Tianyuan Sacred Land’s ranks, approaching the Tianyuan Saint and whispering something.

Immediately, Luo Mingfei, the Tianyuan Saint, turned his gaze toward Chen Feng, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light.

It felt almost tangible!

Chen Feng instinctively met his gaze, his expression hardening. The Tianyuan Saint’s eyes were unfathomably deep, vast and boundless, exuding an overwhelming, tyrannical pressure that seemed capable of crushing everything and devouring all existence.

Such eyes imposed immense pressure upon Chen Feng.

Within his mind, the Divine Talisman Of Creation pulsed, helping him resist this terrifying oppression.

After a few breaths, realizing he had failed to suppress Chen Feng, the Tianyuan Saint frowned slightly.

"That must be a God-Grade Divine Trait!" Chen Feng thought with shock.

Another deafening roar erupted as Panlong Peak split open in multiple places, the rainbow light gushing forth from the fissures as if revealing another world within.

Thick spiritual energy also spilled out from within.

"The opportunity lies within." The Nangong Saint's eyes shimmered with starlight, as if illuminating the void and seeing through everything. A mysterious smile curled on his lips as he flicked his sleeves, his body becoming incredibly light, and he immediately dashed toward Panlong Peak.

The disciples of the Nangong Clan swiftly followed suit.

"If there is a saintly herb, it belongs to our Zhenwu Sacred Land." The Zhenwu Saint, Ling Zhan, spoke with overwhelming dominance. His towering figure, clad in battle armor, swayed slightly before he surged forward, and the members of the Zhenwu Sacred Land quickly followed.

The Tianyuan Saint withdrew his oppressive gaze from Chen Feng and, without a word, led the disciples of the Tianyuan Sacred Land in charging toward Panlong Peak.

"Let's go!" Yuan Hualong urged immediately.

The cultivators from various super first-class powers all rushed toward Panlong Peak.

"Chen Feng, don’t forget my condition." A ghostly black shadow flitted nearby, followed by an eerie laugh that drifted into his ears.

Chen Feng's eyes sharpened.

Cracks and fissures appeared all over Panlong Peak.

Members of the major factions each entered through different gaps.

The moment he stepped inside, Chen Feng was struck by the dense and pure spiritual energy. With just a breath, he felt slightly dizzy—much like the first time he drank wine in the Shenglong Garden of the Canglong True Hall.

However, after a few breaths, he regained clarity and adapted.

This was a natural discomfort from suddenly entering an environment saturated with spiritual energy. Some could adjust quickly, while others needed more time.

But everyone here was a prodigy, even a peerless one, so their adaptability was extraordinary.

At most, it took them a dozen breaths to fully acclimate.

Before them stretched an immensely wide tunnel, at least several dozen meters high and wide, dimly lit and extending endlessly in both directions.

"Everyone, I’ll take the lead." Li Yiming, a Quasi-Sect Heir at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, declared before choosing a direction and sprinting ahead.