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Chapter 595:
Chapter 595:
The azure sky was serene, and the winds were calm.
A light drizzle fell upon the Southern Flood Territory, accompanied by faint dragon roars.
From the Precious Flower Sect located at the border between the Western Flood and Southern Flood, all the way to the seven great sects at the edge of the land, everyone witnessed this rain.
Not long ago, the sight of a massive Yellow Poison Dragon wreaking havoc in the clouds had left countless cultivators and living beings feeling anxious and uneasy. At this moment, they all stared at the sky in a daze.
"Gudong."
The two Sect Masters of the Mountain-Shifting Sect stood side by side, and the slightly younger one turned his head, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say.
Old Man Huang remained silent for a long time, then suddenly grabbed the other's arm and shouted, "Seal off the Southern Flood!"
This was too absurd.
He had prepared himself for a fierce battle, as throughout the history of Hongze, no cultivator had ever attempted to truly destroy a Dragon Palace.
To survive under the claws of these dragon clans was already a remarkable feat, and to do so with some dignity would be a testament to one's strength.
Even the Boundless Dao Monarch Sect could only claim to be a match for the North Dragon Palace.
Among the Seven Sons of Nan Hong, only they had been able to suppress the Nan Long Palace and briefly hold the position of overlord. Throughout the Four Lakes, there was no other example.
But Huang Zongzhu had never imagined that this battle, which might affect both the Western Flood and Southern Flood, had ended before it even began.
Once the Seven Sects of Southern Flood were ready to take action, the Nan Long Palace, which seemed to be on par with the Seven Sects, was completely powerless and was swiftly annihilated.
Huang Zongzhu felt a sense of unreality, as if he had just awakened from a dream.
It turned out that Shen Zongzhu had arranged for the two of them to wait at the Precious Flower Sect because their location, between the Mountain-Shifting Sect and the Precious Flower Sect, was perfect for sealing off the Southern Flood and preventing any news from leaking out.
"Precious Flower Sect Master, thank you for your efforts."
The two Mountain-Shifting Sect Masters reacted swiftly and bowed to the old woman.
"I understand," the Precious Flower Sect Master said, patting her disciple's shoulder gently. It seemed like she was comforting her disciple, but she was also trying to hide the lingering shock in her eyes.
Only a cultivator like her, who knew the Seven Sects' elders well, could understand that what happened today was definitely not something those elders could have accomplished. This decisive and swift action was completely out of character for the Spirit Mountain Sect Master.
This also explained why the Seven Sects had not consulted with the Precious Flower Sect before taking action.
Earlier, in the clouds, the cultivator who fought with the South Dragon King was also the only one in a black robe.
"Shen Zongzhu..."
The Precious Flower Sect Master looked towards the direction of the Seven Sects with reverence.
She remembered a rumor she had heard while chatting with Xuan Qing, that when Shen Zongzhu first left the Nan Yang Sacred Ground, he was covered in demonic blood, and the group following him, despite their low cultivation due to various factors, all had the air of extraordinary individuals.
These people treated him with reverence as if he were a celestial deity.
It was only after experiencing something similar that the Precious Flower Sect Master truly understood how they felt at that time.
After the Seven Sons' Assembly, Shen Zongzhu had rested for a day under her and Xuan Qing's watch. At that time, she had found it amusing that a young cultivator who had not yet reached the Fusion Realm was so worried.
Now she realized just how terrifying his thoughts were.
Perhaps only such an existence could truly seek justice for the Nan Yang tragedy caused by Xuan Qing's actions...
The desolate white jade coiled dragon pillars guarded a Nan Yang Grand Sun.
On the spacious and flat greeting platform, where once only a wooden body had sat in meditation for ten thousand years, it was now a little livelier, but as the Nan Yang Sect had a weak foundation, they could not participate in many matters. With the recent tense atmosphere in the Southern Flood, only a few figures occasionally passed by.
Today, however, was different.
The seven great sects sent out all their disciples, even those in the Qi Condensation Realm from the outer sect. The various elders and executives also joined, creating a bustling scene with countless figures and various treasures flying in the sky.
What had gathered them all here was this seemingly ordinary drizzle and the sudden dragon roars that echoed earlier.
"It's... a bit too sudden."
Liu Shiqian stood calmly among the crowd, the most composed among them all. His cultivation was the only one at the Fusion Realm aside from the Seven Sect Masters.
But at this moment, his thin body, wrapped in a long robe, was still trembling slightly.
"I thought you'd be used to it by now."
Suddenly, a respectful voice sounded in Liu Shiqian's ear, and he turned to look at the speaker with a hint of surprise.
The Sky Sword Sect disciple, known for his arrogance, was using respectful language with him.
S
When the Dragon King returned to the water, the heavens and earth changed.
They all witnessed the tall, slender figure in the black robe, how cruel and ruthless it was.
With such a startling display of power, capable of slaying a Dragon King, it meant he could easily defeat others.
The other party had never revealed such a side to the Seven Sons of Nan Hong. Most of the credit went to Elder Liu, who stood before them.
One by one, the disciples approached, including Bai Wu from the Clear Moon Sect, all silently bowing to Liu Shiqian.
"..."
Liu Shiqian waved his hand, about to speak, but suddenly sensed something and turned his gaze back to the horizon.
Deng Xiangjun, along with two other Earth Realm Sect Masters, appeared, not as mere illusions, but with solemn expressions, standing before the Seven Sects and gazing into the distance towards the end of the waters.
Soon after, two more figures swiftly approached.
With Qi Yansheng's support, Ye Jiu struggled to maintain his posture, but both his tattered Sect Master's robe and the horrifying injuries all over his body revealed his dire condition.
As the sharpest sword among the Seven Sects, he should not have shown such weakness.
After all, it could cause unnecessary panic.
But at this moment, all the Sect Masters seemed completely unbothered by it.
This could only mean one thing—Nan Hong no longer had a place for this sword to be wielded.
With the enemy ahead annihilated, there was no need for a sharp blade to intimidate.
Seeing this, the disciples realized something, and their earlier absurd speculations were confirmed. Thus, everyone's hearts began to race in unison.
The Seven Sects' area was filled with only heavy breathing.
Finally, a radiant light appeared at the edge of the horizon.
As the only female Sect Master among the Seven Sects, and with her cool and ethereal immortal appearance, Ji Jingxi always attracted everyone's attention when she appeared.
But at this moment, all eyes were fixed on her side.
At the Seven Sons Assembly, that young cultivator, dressed in Nan Yang's white robe, calmly ascended the heavenly steps and sat on the throne, backed by six Fusion Realm experts. Yet, there were still those who doubted his position as a Sect Master, and it took Liu Xingshan's life to convince them.
Now, Shen Yi appeared in a blood-stained black robe, his hair disheveled, looking somewhat disheveled.
But when he lowered his gaze in confusion, everyone instinctively lowered their heads.
"Huff."
At the sight of Shen Yi, Qi Yansheng let out a long breath, finally releasing the tension in his heart.
He took a step forward and bowed, "Welcome, Nan Yang Sect Master!"
The remaining Sect Masters, including Ye Jiu, all raised their palms in unison.
In an instant, the numerous figures across the mountains and under the blue sky, their faces flushed with excitement, shouted, "We welcome the Nan Yang Sect Master!"
The shout pierced through the clouds.
Ji Jingxi stood quietly behind Shen Yi, glancing at him with curiosity.
She noticed that the handsome youth's expression was as calm as ever, and only upon closer inspection could one see his slightly tensed body.
This small detail made Ji Jingxi slightly taken aback for a moment.
It was only then that she finally saw a hint of youthfulness in Shen Yi, realizing that beneath his cruelty and ferocity, there was also this interesting side to him.
"Do we need to gather them to discuss our next move?"
Ji Jingxi slowly approached, bringing up the main issue, hoping to divert Shen Yi's attention.
According to his usual habits, he would most likely return directly to the Nan Yang Sect, but now, Shen Yi's identity was different from before. Even a moment longer in this Nan Yang would be a huge boost for the Seven Sects' disciples.
She used the word "gather."
But even the most arrogant Ye Jiu did not object, instead feeling it was only natural.
On the path of cultivation, age was never a measure of seniority.
In every aspect, Shen Yi had long surpassed them, the older generation of cultivators.
"No need, I haven't figured it out yet. Let's see how it goes."
Shen Yi shook his head and, under everyone's watchful eyes, stepped into the Nan Yang Sacred Ground.
He left Ji Jingxi standing there, stunned.
Haven't figured it out yet? Let's see how it goes? If it were someone else, they would surely think this was Shen Yi's excuse, perhaps because he didn't trust them. But Ji Jingxi inexplicably felt... that what he said was true.
Almost everyone thought this was a well-planned move by Shen Zongzhu.
How else could he achieve such perfection, without a single flaw?
Was it just a desperate move, taking one step at a time?
Ji Jingxi did not underestimate Shen Yi in the slightest, but instead, her heart grew more fearful of this youth. Additionally, she felt a surge of sympathy.
This desperate move revealed the immense pressure Shen Zongzhu was under.
The burden of millions of lives, like standing on the edge of an abyss, with only a thin rope beneath one's feet, where a single misstep could be fatal, was not something ordinary people could bear.
Thinking of this, Ji Jingxi raised her gaze and looked forward.
Even though Shen Yi had returned to the Nan Yang Sect, the numerous cultivators still stared at the welcoming platform with excitement and reverence, reluctant to leave.
……
At the peak of Nan Yang's Sacred Ground, within the grand hall atop the mountain.
Shen Yi sat in the center of the hall, like a predator returning from the hunt, silently licking his wounds.
Compared to the previous commotion, he relished in the hard-earned tranquility.
Only with the clearest thoughts could he avoid making mistakes.
Finally, he had gathered the spiritual energy of the Nan Hong realm into his palms, but there was still a long way to go before he could rival an Immortal.
Moreover, he only had one chance.
If he failed, the Hongze Immortal would surely report to the Celestial Court about his strange ability to steal Immortal power.
Currently, Shen Yi had no knowledge of the so-called Celestial Court and was unsure how those lofty beings, who looked down upon the mortal realm, would view the events unfolding within him.
However, he was accustomed to considering the worst-case scenario for everything.
"I must win; I cannot lose."
Shen Yi muttered to himself, having executed the South Dragon King, signifying that there was no turning back.
At this thought, his eyes showed no fear, but instead, they became increasingly profound and calm, with only a hint of ripples in the depths of his pupils, hinting at a vague killing intent.
He still had other options.
For instance, he could send Qinghua to the Celestial Court to investigate and pave the way for him.
But the moment the Hongze Great Immortal "welcomed" Qinghua back to North Hong, one of them would have to die in Hongze.
Boom—
Countless massive dragon corpses transformed into a blood river, and these Dragon Sons and Grandchildren of the South Dragon Palace all turned into the purest bloodline, pouring into Shen Yi's mind sea between his eyebrows.
Ke Shisan had long since stood up from his throne.
He spread his arms wide, welcoming the power of his entire clan.
As expected, being the first Branch Sect Master to follow his master, the other party would not mistreat him.
"Roar!"
Amidst the intense burning sensation, Ke Shisan couldn't help but let out a deafening dragon roar!
Among the few Fusion Realm Dragon Sons and numerous Dragon Grandchildren of White Jade Capital, only the invincible South Dragon King in the Late Heavenly Realm was the most precious tonic.
The robust Demonic Power raged through the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, transforming into a crimson storm.
It pushed Ke Shisan's realm to an unprecedented peak.
"Is this not enough?"
Shen Yi sensed the changes in Ke Shisan's body and slightly raised his eyebrows.
The threshold from the Late Heavenly Realm to Perfection was so difficult to cross; no wonder, even after ten thousand years, the South Dragon King hadn't completely taken this step.
However, in addition to these rare delicacies, Shen Yi also had many other resources.
Dragons were inherently lustful.
Those Dragon Sons and Grandchildren's most loyal guards had more or less traces of the Yellow Poison Dragon bloodline, just more mixed and impure.
Shen Yi carefully extracted them all, helping himself, the Eastern Chamber Lord, to take the final step!
"Xuan Jian is willing to offer his mortal body, for a thousand lives and ten thousand worlds, to eternally protect my master's supreme law!"
Amidst a desolate humming sound, a glimmer appeared in Ke Shisan's eyes.
Without the need for Dragon Qi empowerment, he had successfully reached the Heavenly Realm Perfection! Yet, the transformation didn't stop there.
As Shen Yi gathered and channeled the Demonic Origin Energy, the remaining two million years of his demonic lifespan swiftly flowed away, and dozens of demon souls were reshaped and converged, forming flesh and blood, as one stone guardian after another flew into the Ten Thousand Demons Eastern Hall.
The already dense black aura became even more terrifying.
Numerous Dragon Clan demon generals revived, and those with more of their kin successfully entered the Fusion Realm, at least six or seven of them.
Following the Western Hall, the creatures nurtured in the Eastern Hall also began to thrive.
"Huff."
Shen Yi finally understood why others considered Nan Hong barren.
He had already acquired the vast majority of resources but only gained a stone guardian at the Heavenly Realm Perfection, not even enough for him to break through the Mid Heaven Realm.
Fortunately, this foundation was already sufficient for him to return to West Hong, and even North Hong was not a place he could go to.
Shen Yi entered a state of introspection.
He quickly took control of the Golden Body Incarnation.
When he opened his eyes again, a cloud-shrouded mountain appeared in his vision.
Amidst the clouds was an Immortal Palace.
Led by the Black Dragon and members of the Boundless Dao Monarch Sect.
Shen Yi controlled the Imprisoning Golden Body, stepping towards the Immortal Palace's entrance, and immediately saw a figure enveloped in clear Qi, sitting high above on the steps.
The person's face wasn't very clear, making it difficult to discern their approximate age.
On the corner of the white snow-like pure garment was embroidered flowing clouds with blue silk, resembling living creatures, gently swaying.
"Immortal friend, it brings great joy to meet you today."
The person slightly raised their hand, and their voice carried a smile.
In that instant, the minds of the Black Dragon and the members of the Boundless Dao Monarch Sect resonated with the same command.
The next moment, they turned in unison, like golden ropes binding Shen Yi's body, and talismans tightly adhered to his forehead and limbs.
"..."
Shen Yi didn't struggle; he just silently looked up.
The Hongze Immortal seemed a bit surprised by his reaction, but he didn't care. He slowly stood up, chuckling, "I'll borrow your virtue for a moment. Once I return to the heavens, I'll praise your name a thousand times in my heart to repay your kindness."
(End of Chapter)
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