Chapter 980: Dragon Dream
Chapter 980: Dragon Dream
It was said to be a dragon, but it wasn't entirely one.
It had a dragon head, dragon eyes, dragon mouth, and dragon whiskers and claws, but its body was like that of a human, wearing a dark blue-black dragon robe, with a golden and jade crown on its head, adorned with pearl and jade tassels, sitting majestically on the imperial throne in the high hall, exuding an aura of power that could shake the world, an air of nobility and dignity.
Mo Hua looked around and realized he was in a grand hall.
The hall was tall, with dragon statues carved on all sides, and clouds of mist swirling around.
On both sides were rows of "nobles" dressed in splendid attire, including scholar officials, military generals, and priests.
They had human appearances, but their bodies had minor "dragon transformations," some with dragon claws, some covered in dragon scales, and others with dragon whiskers.
These people all bowed their heads and chests, their expressions respectful, kneeling on the ground, and performing a grand ceremony to the half-dragon, half-emperor figure seated on the imperial throne.
In the vast Dragon Hall, the only one standing was Mo Hua.
At this moment, Mo Hua stood beneath the hall, looking up at the "Dragon Emperor" seated high above in the hall, on the imperial throne.
The Dragon Emperor, dressed in a dragon-patterned robe, looked down at Mo Hua with a deep and majestic voice, "Since you have seen me, why don't you kneel?"
Kneel?
Was he supposed to kneel just upon meeting?
Mo Hua frowned slightly, a bit displeased, and asked, "Who are you? Why should I kneel to you?"
"How dare you!" The Dragon Emperor roared.
This angry rebuke echoed like thunder in the Dragon Hall, with the wind howling and the dragons' roars shaking the four directions.
All the ministers were startled and pale with fear.
But amidst this frenzied divine mind fluctuation and powerful dragon might, Mo Hua's expression remained calm and unmoved.
The Dragon Emperor's gaze slightly condensed, and he stared at Mo Hua for a moment before speaking slowly, "You...are not one of my Imperial Descendants of the Great Wasteland?"
Mo Hua shook his head and answered honestly, "No."
"If you are not a descendant of my Great Wasteland Imperial Family, how did you enter this Grand Wasteland Dragon Hall?" The Dragon Emperor pondered for a moment and said coldly, "Where did you obtain the Dragon Vein? And who guided you here?"
Mo Hua was slightly startled by the question, and he also felt a bit puzzled.
The Dragon Vein was indeed in his possession.
But...guided?
Someone had guided him here, allowing him to enter this Dragon Hall and meet this Dragon Emperor.
Who was it?
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
And if one needed to possess the Dragon Vein and be guided to enter this dreamlike Dragon Hall...
Mo Hua seemed to understand, and he looked up at the Dragon Emperor and asked, "Is this the transmission ground of the Great Wasteland?"
"Indeed," the Dragon Emperor confirmed.
As expected...
Mo Hua raised his head and asked directly, "Will you pass on the Great Wasteland's inheritance to me?"
The Dragon Emperor's gaze turned cold, and a chilling intent surged in his eyes.
And from beneath him, a dragon general emerged, clad in dragon armor, with vertical pupils and long eyebrows and beard, pointing a spear at Mo Hua, "You audacious child, how dare you covet the inheritance of my Great Wasteland Imperial Family without their bloodline? Do you think you are worthy?"
Mo Hua scoffed, "I'm talking to your master, and who are you to interrupt? Are you even worthy to speak when you're just standing guard?"
The dragon general immediately flew into a rage, "You audacious creature, how dare you speak such nonsense! I shall punish you in the name of His Majesty for your disrespect!"
He bowed to the Dragon Emperor and then glared at Mo Hua with murderous intent. With his dragon claws gripping the spear, he leaped down from the hall, transforming into a dragon, and charged towards Mo Hua with the spear's tip shimmering with cold light.
This spear attack was incredibly powerful.
The spear was entwined with a green dragon shadow, and the tall and muscular dragon general, clad in golden armor, seemed like a divine being.
Mo Hua merely laughed coldly, extended his palm, and with a gentle grasp, he firmly held the spear's tip, which had unmatched power, in his palm.
The dragon shadow on the spear's tip flickered, emanating a killing intent.
Mo Hua's palm, small and fair, seemed to possess the power to control the universe, easily holding the spear's tip captive, preventing the dragon general from moving no matter how hard he struggled.
The dragon general's face changed, and he channeled his dragon power, attempting to change his technique.
But Mo Hua had already twisted his wrist, and with his powerful divine mind, he twisted the spear until it snapped. Then, he stepped forward and kicked lightly.
This seemingly effortless kick contained immense power.
The dragon general was sent flying like a "cannonball," crashing into the wall of the Dragon Hall, breaking countless bones, and falling unconscious.
With just a twist and a kick, Mo Hua had disabled this formidable dragon general.
The Dragon Hall was filled with shock, and the ministers looked on with terrified expressions.
They had expected this young upstart to have some backing, given his audacity.
But they never imagined he would be so powerful.
Even the fierce generals under the Dragon Emperor were no match for him.
On the imperial throne, the half-dragon, half-human figure, with an air of majesty, was the Dragon Emperor, and his eyes now held a hint of surprise.
Such courage at a young age, if he could be brought under my command and serve me, he would surely strengthen the might of my Great Wasteland...
The Dragon Emperor's eyes showed deep contemplation.
But Mo Hua also raised his head and looked at the Dragon Emperor, saying, "If you don't want to pass on the Great Wasteland's inheritance to me, then let me go."
He didn't want to cause trouble, and even less so with the Great Wasteland Imperial Family.
The Great Wasteland Imperial Family had a long history, protected by the Karmic Dragon's Retribution, and who knew what other secrets they had hidden. It was best not to provoke them.
Moreover, since it was their first meeting, Mo Hua didn't want to make things too difficult.
If that dragon general hadn't been so arrogant and tried to kill him, he wouldn't have kicked him away.
Even then, he had held back.
Otherwise, with his current Jindan divine mind and pure golden Dao-Hua body, he could have easily crushed the dragon general into powder with a bit more force.
So, it was best for everyone to back down.
The Dragon Emperor looked at Mo Hua, thought for a moment, and said slowly, "If you don't want my Great Wasteland's inheritance..."
Mo Hua asked in return, "Can you give it to me?"
The Dragon Emperor shook his head, "To obtain my Great Wasteland's inheritance, you need the bloodline of the legitimate Great Wasteland Imperial Family, which you don't possess."
Mo Hua frowned.
Since he didn't have the bloodline of the Great Wasteland, why was he still talking nonsense?
"However," the Dragon Emperor continued, "the inheritance of the Great Wasteland is not limited to the imperial family."
"The imperial family has its own inheritance."
"The nobility has its own inheritance."
"Even commoners have their own inheritance..."
Mo Hua understood and nodded, "So, as a 'commoner,' I can learn the inheritance of the Great Wasteland commoners?"
"Not bad." The Dragon Emperor nodded.
The inheritance of the Imperial Descendants of the Great Wasteland...
Mo Hua contemplated in his heart.
He didn't really care about nobility or commoner status.
The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, countless Daoist laws, may have varying ranks, and people have their own hierarchy, but regardless of rank, strength, or size, they are all part of the "Great Dao."
Any method that is usable, effective, and practical is sufficient. There's no need to pursue seemingly lofty things.
Moreover, Mo Hua was also curious about what the inheritance of the Great Wasteland commoners would entail.
As Mo Hua pondered, the Dragon Emperor spoke from above:
"Your bloodline is insufficient, and the Imperial Descendants' inheritance cannot be passed on to you. But I, the Dragon Emperor, can bestow upon you the inheritance of the commoners."
Mo Hua nodded, "Then bestow it upon me."
Although he said 'bestow', his tone carried a hint of command.
The Dragon Emperor suppressed his dissatisfaction, his voice like a deep bell, and commanded:
"Then kneel down."
Mo Hua frowned, "Why do I have to kneel again?"
The Dragon Emperor's voice turned stern, "This is the ceremony of the Great Wasteland's inheritance. You must kneel, submit to the Great Wasteland, submit to the Dragon Vein, and only then can I bestow the inheritance upon you."
Mo Hua showed disdain, "Then forget it, I don't want it."
In life, one kneels to Heaven, to Earth, and to parents. Why should he kneel to the Imperial Family of the Great Wasteland? He didn't need their inheritance anyway.
The Dragon Emperor's eyes darkened, "You don't want it?"
Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, I don't want it." Then he added, "Send me back."
His time was precious, and he wanted to return to his research on formation techniques.
If the Great Wasteland wouldn't give him their inheritance, he would figure it out himself and nurture a dragon.
But the Dragon Emperor remained silent, making no move. After a moment, it shook its head:
"No, you must learn this inheritance!"
Mo Hua sensed the tense atmosphere and glared, "What do you mean?"
The Dragon Emperor's eyes widened slightly, and its aura changed abruptly. It extended its greenish-black dragon claws, shimmering with a chilling light, and pointed at Mo Hua, exerting immense pressure as it commanded:
"Kneel!"
Mo Hua coldly smiled, initially unbothered, but the next moment, his expression changed slightly.
In the void, a formidable and unyielding aura suddenly descended.
An overwhelming pressure was exerted upon him, and a bizarre force penetrated his knees, forcing him to kneel.
"What is this?!"
Mo Hua was startled.
He could sense a power akin to the laws of the universe enveloping the Dragon Hall.
The dragon's might and the majesty of imperial authority were gradually eroding and infiltrating his divine consciousness, instilling in him a desire to submit, causing him to kneel.
Mo Hua quickly understood the cause and effect of the laws within.
As soon as he knelt, a trace of servitude would enter his soul.
The servile nature, once embedded in the brain, would gradually grow and merge with his consciousness, forming a habit.
He would gradually become enslaved, ultimately becoming a "slave" to the imperial authority and dragon's might, willingly submitting to their dominion.
This power, mediated by divine consciousness, was a higher-level "law" force.
Even Mo Hua felt an irresistible force, and his knees softened, as if he were about to kneel.
Mo Hua scoffed inwardly and immediately activated the Daoist essence, resisting the erosion of this strand of dragon might.
At the same time, he calmed his mind and entered a Daoist natural meditation to suppress the servile nature induced by the imperial authority's pressure.
Despite the overwhelming pressure, Mo Hua remained unmoved.
The Dragon Emperor was astonished by this and then a flash of brilliance appeared in its dragon eyes, revealing an unparalleled aura of superiority.
It spoke slowly, each word resonating like a deep bell.
Every word was imbued with imperial dignity and infused with the power of its bloodline.
"You have ruined my Dragon General, but I, the Dragon Emperor, am showing you mercy. I will not hold it against you and may even promote you to become my Imperial Guard."
"This is my reward and blessing to you."
"You should kneel, bow reverently, and thank me for my grand benevolence."
This statement contained a strange, bewitching power.
But Mo Hua did not kneel; his gaze remained cold.
"You despicable creature! How dare you!"
The once-regal Dragon Emperor, now devoid of composure, extended its dragon claws towards Mo Hua.
But in the next instant, its ferocious claws were grasped by Mo Hua's delicate little hand.
Mo Hua twisted and broke each of the dragon claws.
The Dragon Emperor, enraged, transformed into its dragon form and fought with Mo Hua.
However, the laws of the Dragon Hall could not restrain Mo Hua, and the dragon's power and imperial might were unable to bind Mo Hua, whose body had been transformed by the divine perception of the Pure Gold Dao.
Relying solely on the power of divine perception, the Dragon Emperor's half-dragon body was no match for Mo Hua.
Within a dozen rounds, the Dragon Emperor was defeated, its bones broken, and it was trampled under Mo Hua's feet.
Mo Hua, perched atop the Dragon Hall, sat on the dragon throne, stepping on the Great Wasteland Dragon Emperor, and coldly hummed,
"Vile serpent, you dare call my bloodline lowly? Now, let's see who is truly lowly."
The Dragon Emperor, filled with shame, anger, and hatred, exclaimed, "Shameless creature, you desecrate the Grand Wasteland Dragon Hall and defile the dignity of my imperial lineage. One day, you will suffer the retribution of Ye Long, fall into an endless abyss of torment, endure unending suffering, and never be reborn!"
Mo Hua paid no heed to this venomous curse.
If it could kill him, it would have done so already.
Unable to kill him, it could only spew venomous words, its impotent rage.
However, this time, facing the Great Wasteland Dragon Clan, Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a bit hesitant.
Suffer the retribution of Ye Long?
Does such a thing truly exist?
Does this mean that if he kills this Dragon Emperor, he will incur the consequences and be retaliated against by the Ye Long of the Great Wasteland?
Mo Hua's eyes gleamed with golden light as he examined this so-called Dragon Emperor of the Great Wasteland.
This Dragon Emperor was half-human and half-dragon.
Its body was human, but its head was that of a dragon, its hands and feet were dragon claws, and its skin was covered in dragon scales.
From its appearance, it was indeed half-human and half-dragon.
And in Mo Hua's divine perception, its soul was also half-human and half-dragon.
The human half, according to Mo Hua's estimation, was likely a member of a Great Wasteland imperial family, perhaps even the soul of an "emperor."
The dragon half, on the other hand, was a genuine "dragon soul."
In other words, it was a divine perception creation, a hybrid of a "human soul" and a "dragon soul."
If he killed it, there would likely be a "dragon" retribution...
Moreover, Mo Hua was unaware of this Dragon Emperor's exact status in the Great Wasteland.
Given its weakness, it probably didn't hold a high position...
But what if there were other ancient, primordial, or ancient dragon emperors behind it, some ancient ancestors...
If he killed the "younger" one, would it bring out the "older" ones, causing an endless chain of trouble for him?
This Dragon Emperor might not be that powerful, but the same couldn't be said for more ancient beings.
After the battle with the evil fetus at Gus Mountain, Mo Hua had become more humble.
Although his divine perception was strong, it didn't mean he could act without caution and kill indiscriminately without facing any rivals.
"Maybe... I should let this Dragon Emperor go?"
Mo Hua pondered in his heart.
Although he had killed its dragon general, kicked its dragon platform, and sat on its dragon throne, trampling it underfoot, it was ultimately the Dragon Emperor who had made the first move.
It was the Dragon Emperor who insisted on forcing him to kneel.
Perhaps there was a chance for a peaceful resolution... Mo Hua wondered, his expression wavering, and his foot hesitating.
His hesitation was noticed by the Dragon Emperor.
Realizing that Mo Hua was afraid, the Dragon Emperor sneered,
"Ignorant child, you have no idea the magnitude of the crime you have committed."
"It would be best for you to stop now, kneel before me, and bow your head a few times. If you promise to be my slave, I might spare your life. Otherwise, in time, you will surely face the ultimate retribution, and your soul will be scattered!"
Mo Hua's face darkened.
He had always been lenient with the weak but firm with the strong.
If this old serpent had spoken nicely, he might have been in a good mood and let it go.
But what was its intention now?
Threatening him? Intimidating him? Still planning to kill him?
Accustomed to its exalted position, it had no concept of life and death.
Mo Hua smiled lightly, "A descendant of the Great Wasteland? I'll teach you what it means to be born into worry and 'die' in comfort."
The Dragon Emperor trembled with rage, "How dare you!"
Before it could finish, Mo Hua had already reached out and choked its neck.
Then, with a concentration of his right hand, a strange divine perception short sword appeared, imbued with the darkness of the starry sky.
This sword embodied the heavenly demon's path of severing emotions.
Mo Hua, having now condensed his divine perception into a pill, had gained a deeper understanding of the art of sword manifestation. He could now independently manipulate the laws of severing emotions and infuse them into his sword manifestation.
Thus, this "sword of divine perception" was, in essence, a "heavenly demon sword."
Mo Hua used the heavenly demon sword to sever the "human soul" and "dragon soul" within the Dragon Emperor's divine perception.
This was the same technique he had used to separate the evil fetus and Huang Shan Jun at the Gus Mountain Shrine.
Now, with Mo Hua's stronger divine sense and sharper sword manifestation, cutting through the Great Wasteland Dragon Emperor, who was weaker than the evil fetus, was as easy as breathing.
A flash of golden light, mixed with black, emanated from the sword.
The Dragon Emperor was split in two.
"You despicable creature, what have you done?! You..." The human-shaped Dragon Emperor, in its anger, wore a look of disbelief.
Mo Hua didn't bother to argue and instead pinched it to death with a quick squeeze.
The remaining part was the pure "dragon soul."
A faint cyan light, filled with dignity and untamed, the soul of the rebellious green dragon, was held in Mo Hua's hand.
As Mo Hua gazed at this pure dragon soul, a thought naturally arose in his mind:
"Can I 'eat' this dragon?"
The moment this thought appeared, it spread like wildfire, consuming Mo Hua's entire consciousness.
The dragon soul was pure, its power abundant, and it flowed with a distinct and powerful mental force.
Mo Hua's mouth watered.
He tried to resist, but ultimately gave in, opening his mouth and swallowing the entire dragon soul with a loud "Ah!"
(End of Chapter)
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