Chapter 319: The Dragon King’s Spiritual Wisdom
After a brief moment of daze, the White Fox Heir’s eyes immediately regained their sharpness as he sneered, "A Divine Dragon cub should not fall into the hands of a lowly human like you. Only I am worthy of being its master. Once I slay you, it will become my mystic beast battle pet from this day forth."
The White Fox Heir’s aura intensified, and lightning bolts shot from the Divine Eye between his brows as he swung his sword down at Ning Xiaochuan, unleashing the might of a Martial Venerable.
Were it not for the Formation laid down by the Dragon Prince and Dragon Princess, this single strike would have been enough to cleave a great river in two, altering its course.
Ning Xiaochuan’s own aura surged unyieldingly as he raised his Dragon Claw Battle Sword and charged forward. His power had multiplied beyond measure, and with a single swing, he matched the White Fox Heir blow for blow.
BOOM!
The Formation on the ground was torn apart, and a meter-wide fissure split open in Dragon Valley.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The battle swords expanded, their figures blurred, and a series of deafening explosions erupted.
From the Divine Eye between his brows, the White Fox Heir gathered lightning and fired a bolt.
Ning Xiaochuan exhaled a soundwave that condensed into a three-meter-tall Massive Bell, colliding with the lightning bolt.
BOOM!
Both man and beast were sent flying backward, landing back in their original positions.
The Martial Artists watching from the sidelines couldn’t even discern what Divine Abilities they had used—only that the moment they clashed, they separated again.
Yet in that brief exchange, they had already engaged in over a dozen deadly strikes, each occurring in the blink of an eye, with enough force to split mountains and sever rivers.
Above them, the clouds suddenly parted as seven black figures plummeted from the sky.
THUD!
THUD!
The Four-Winged Victory Snake Heir, the Spear-Wielding Youth… a total of seven young mystic beasts, all severely wounded, crashed to the ground, unconscious.
These seven young mystic beasts, each comparable to a top-tier Martial Artist, had joined forces to besiege the Demon Sect Saintess—only to suffer a crushing defeat.
Had this news spread, no one would have believed it.
Snowflakes as large as goose feathers drifted down from the sky, the air turning icy.
The Demon Sect Saintess, clad in white robes, her jade-like skin flawless and her black hair cascading like silk, descended like a celestial maiden from beyond the heavens. Wrapped in Profound Qi, she stepped lightly upon the snowflakes as she landed.
A veil obscured her face, her peerless beauty faintly visible yet ethereal, every inch of her skin as exquisite as crystal, without a single flaw.
It was precisely this aura of mystery that made her even more captivating.
"White Fox Heir, you should know that our Demon Sect does not fear the Sky-Cutting Desolate Ridge. The Demon Emperor has secluded himself for ten years and has now mastered the ninth level of the Blood Devouring Demon Art. Sooner or later, he will pay a visit to the White Fox Ancestor," the Demon Sect Saintess said, her voice as sweet and clear as mountain spring water trickling over smooth stones.
Her tone was melodious yet carried an undeniable authority.
The Demon Emperor has mastered the ninth level of the Blood Devouring Demon Art?
This was an extremely alarming revelation.
If this wasn’t an empty boast from the Demon Sect Saintess, a Demon Emperor who had reached the ninth level of the Blood Devouring Demon Art would indeed possess the strength to rival the White Fox Ancestor.
BOOM!
Ning Xiaochuan extended his arm, and the Heart Nurturing True Cauldron flew back from the cliff, landing in his palm before shrinking into a small cauldron and disappearing into his heart.
The Demon Sect Saintess and the Minor Marquis stood by the Sacred Lake, their auras pressing down on the White Fox Heir in perfect harmony, as if they had silently agreed to join forces against him.
"The Demon Sect Saintess and Ning Xiaochuan's auras align so effortlessly. Heh." The Cloud Marquis curled his lips slightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
Every martial artist possesses their own unique "aura." Even if two strangers attempt to cooperate in battle, their auras will inevitably clash, making seamless teamwork difficult. Only those familiar with each other can synchronize their auras, allowing their combined strength to amplify in battle.
Of course, achieving perfect synergy—where combat power exceeds 200%—can only happen under two circumstances: first, if the two are twins; second, if they have achieved complete spiritual resonance.
Under normal circumstances, the Demon Sect Saintess and Ning Xiaochuan should have had no prior interaction. Yet now, their auras harmonized flawlessly, exerting unified pressure on the White Fox Heir without the slightest conflict.
"Auras" are profoundly mysterious. Ordinary martial artists couldn't perceive such subtleties—only someone of the Cloud Marquis's level could detect the anomaly.
Just as the standoff by the Sacred Lake reached its peak, a white halo emerged from the waterfall on the cliff, the water coalescing into a massive, ancient dragon head.
Though merely a head, it radiated a power that made everyone's hearts tremble.
Across Dragon Valley, the dragon clans seemed to sense something, their roars erupting in unison—Tyrant Dragons, Winged Dragons, Departing Dragons—their voices merging into a deafening chorus.
The entire Muteng Forest echoed with the roars of countless beasts.
"Pay respects to the Dragon King!"
The Dragon Prince and Dragon Princess immediately knelt, bowing to the dragon head formed by the white light above the waterfall. Though not the Dragon King's true form, it was a manifestation of his spiritual wisdom, representing his will.
With the Dragon King's appearance, the White Fox Heir sheathed his Battle Sword and promptly saluted as well.
"Rise."
A solemn, ancient voice resonated through the heavens and earth, carrying an imperious majesty. This was a millennium-old entity, older than the Yulan Empire itself—one that could only inspire reverence.
"Since the finest talents of the Yulan Empire have gathered in Dragon Valley, I shall reveal a secret hidden for ten thousand years. This is the most important secret the dragon race has guarded in the Yulan Empire, and today, it shall be unveiled," declared the Dragon King.
The crowd erupted in murmurs.
A secret guarded by the dragon race for ten thousand years?
This must be the reason the dragons remained in the Yulan Empire. Undoubtedly, it was a revelation of earth-shattering significance. Many grew excited, sensing a great opportunity descending upon them.
The Dragon King continued, "The ancestors of the dragon race once owed the Heavenly Emperor a favor. Thus, they pledged to lead their descendants to guard Dragon Valley for generations, awaiting the arrival of this era."
"May I ask, Dragon King, what does 'this era' mean?" Ye Nan Tian inquired.
Others standing before the Dragon King would feel their legs go weak. Only a strong-willed and inherently proud individual like Ye Nan Tian could suppress the fear in his heart and actively pose a question to the Dragon King.
The Dragon King nodded approvingly and said, "I, too, do not know the exact meaning of 'this era.' It has been passed down through generations of my dragon ancestors. Legend has it that the Heavenly Emperor, in the moment before ascending to godhood, suddenly glimpsed fragments of the future tens of thousands of years later and proclaimed that a grand era, no less significant than the ancient Divine Sealing Era, would arrive. Thus, before becoming a god, the Heavenly Emperor left behind certain relics, intending them for future generations to prepare for the arrival of this grand era."
"Based on the fragments of the Heavenly Emperor's words and the deductions of my dragon ancestors, it has been consistently predicted that this grand era will descend upon your generation. However, the exact timing remains difficult to foresee."
How profound was the Heavenly Emperor's cultivation in the Martial Path? Even a Martial Venerable could not fathom it.
Before ascending to godhood, the Heavenly Emperor caught glimpses of scattered visions of the future and speculated that a grand era, even more magnificent than the ancient Divine Sealing Era, would come. This knowledge has been held exclusively by the dragon race, unknown to the outside world.
Many were deeply shaken, unable to calm themselves for a long time.
The "ancient Divine Sealing Era" had always been a mere legend. Could it be that their generation would experience such an era again?
In a grand era, many would inevitably perish, becoming mere bones.
Yet, it is often only in such grand eras that great figures, sages, and deities are forged.
Many Martial Artists felt their blood boil, believing they might become the ones to shape history.
Only Ning Xiaochuan remained calm, for he had already learned from the Heavenly Emperor's Blade that the Heavenly Emperor had indeed foreseen fragments of the future before ascending to godhood.
Ning Xiaochuan asked, "What exactly did the Heavenly Emperor leave behind? And for whom?"
The Dragon King continued, "The Heavenly Emperor foresaw that this grand era would inevitably give rise to many outstanding individuals. Take the Yulan Empire, for example. In other eras, it would be rare to encounter even a once-in-a-millennium genius. Yet, in this era, several have emerged—all extraordinary talents with limitless potential."
"Of course, the Yulan Empire is merely a Fifth-Grade Civilization, with lower-grade resources. It is nearly impossible for any of you to reach the level of a 'once-in-five-millennia' talent unless you encounter a great opportunity."
Ning Xiaochuan said, "Could it be that what the Heavenly Emperor left behind can elevate our innate talent?"
"Precisely."
The Dragon King replied, "Though the Heavenly Emperor has already ascended to godhood, he still wishes for his homeland to produce peerless heroes who can protect this land. Thus, what he left behind is meant for all of you—though only those truly destined will obtain it."
Everyone trembled with excitement. The mere thought of relics left by a deity was enough to drive one mad. Even a single strand of hair from a god would be an invaluable treasure.
Ye Nan Tian frowned and asked, "For those who have reached the Earthly Venerable Realm, do they still qualify to obtain the Heavenly Emperor's relics?"
The Dragon King said, "For Martial Artists who have reached the Earthly Venerable Realm, their innate talent is not necessarily completely fixed, though it is far more difficult to reshape compared to those below this realm. The medicines of the mortal world can no longer aid in refining your bodies, but relics left by deities can undoubtedly help elevate your innate talent by a significant margin."
Ye Nan Tian, Prince Jindu, and the Cloud Marquis all flashed expressions of excitement in their eyes. Even with their tempered minds, they could not suppress the thrill in their hearts.
Ye Nan Tian asked, "Dare I ask, Dragon King, how can we obtain the relics left by the Heavenly Emperor?"
This was the question on everyone's mind.
"You must go to the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace," the Dragon King replied.
Legends spoke of the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace hovering above the Yulan Empire, a palace floating amidst the clouds. Yet, from ancient times to the present, no one had ever laid eyes on this palace, so all Martial Artists dismissed it as nothing more than a baseless myth.
Now that the Dragon King himself had confirmed it, it proved that the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace truly existed.
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