Chapter 421: Guardian Deity of the Dragon King Temple

At the same time, in the Pristine Waters.

An incomparably vast sea stretched across the Second Great Mortal World, its waters were deep enough to swallow mountains, and its waves were capable of overturning entire cities.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators, once they fell into the Pristine Waters, would be dragged down into the abyss.

At this moment, between the Southern Continent and the Central Continent, the entire sea was roaring.

*Rumble!*

Endless thunder descended from the heavens as dark clouds covered millions upon millions of miles, completely obscuring the sun.

Countless bolts of lightning intertwined within the clouds, resembling enormous silver dragons traversing the sky. The thunder was so violent that even the surrounding space trembled faintly, the void cracking apart inch by inch.

At the very center of the storm, several figures stood suspended above the sea, their expressions incomparably solemn.

Among them stood a young man wearing dark blue robes, his hair scattered around carelessly as countless faint lightning patterns seemed to naturally flow across his robes. Every breath he took caused the surrounding thunder to fluctuate.

He was none other than the Sovereign of Storms, Long Wanchun, one of the great geniuses of the younger generation and successor of the Dragon King Temple, having already achieved the Ninth Stage of Tribulation Transcendence Realm not long ago.

Yet, at this moment, even his expression was extremely grave.

The deepest foundation of the Dragon King Temple was awakening!

Long Wanchun slowly raised his head, his pupils reflecting the endless thunderclouds above.

"Such terrifying fluctuations..."

Beside him, several other Half Immortal higher ups remained silent, their gazes also fixed upon the terrifying phenomena.

They were all ancient existences of the Dragon King Temple, having all lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but none of them had ever imagined that the foundation hidden beneath the Dragon King Temple could possess such terrifying might.

The Temple Master of the Dragon King Temple stood at the forefront.

His expression was also exceptionally solemn.

He had personally witnessed the changes occurring beneath the ancient temple.

The phenomenon occurring before him was something he had never witnessed throughout the hundreds of thousands of years he had guarded the Dragon King Temple.

In the legends of the Dragon King Temple, it is said that a powerful being resides at the bottom of the Pristine Waters, generation after generation, guarding the seas of the world, who is the ultimate trump card of the temple.

Only the strongest Temple Masters throughout history have ever been able to replace this being, becoming the Guardian Deities of the Dragon King Temple.

And today, he was fortunate enough to see one!

*Boom!*

A terrifying thunderbolt descended from the heavens, making countless miles of Pristine Waters to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, the endless thunderclouds began revolving.

At first, the rotation was extremely slow, but soon enough, it became increasingly violent.

Countless bolts of lightning were drawn towards the center, forming an enormous whirlpool which continued expanding until it eventually stretched across thousands upon thousands of miles.

The surrounding seawater was forcibly drawn upward towards it, enormous waves rising into the sky. The scene resembled the end of the world.

Countless sea beasts fled in terror, and some remaining powerful aquatic demons desperately escaped towards distant regions.

The pressure descending from the heavens was simply too terrifying.

The Temple Master’s expression changed slightly as he roared in a solemn voice.

"Everyone, retreat! Don’t approach it!"

The surrounding Half Immortals immediately obeyed, none of them daring to be careless.

The thunderstorm had already exceeded the limits of natural disasters. There were countless Dao runes and heavenly rules intertwined in the whirlpool, and even a Half Immortal could be injured from the radiating divine might if they were to careless approach it.

Long Wanchun continued staring at the center of the whirlpool from afar.

For some reason, an inexplicable feeling emerged within his heart.

It was as if something had just gazed back at him.

Just then, the entire world suddenly became silent, as though time itself had frozen.

The thunder stopped, the waves stalled, and even the countless lightning bolts within the clouds seemed to halt in midair.

Two enormous golden eyes slowly opened above the whirlpool, causing Long Wanchun’s pupils to contract.

They were simply too large, each eye being comparable to a vast mountain range, and the golden pupils contained an indescribable majesty.

The moment those eyes opened, all the cultivators present felt their souls tremble.

An unfathomably vast aura descended, ancient beyond imagination, as if something that had slept beneath the passage of untold years had just reached forward into the lower reaches of the River of Time.

The expressions of Long Wanchun and the other Half Immortals changed drastically.

"This..."

The Temple Master of the Dragon King Temple subconsciously took several steps backwards. His face was filled with disbelief.

The golden eyes slowly moved, seeming to be searching for something.

Then, the enormous head of a Flood Dragon slowly emerged from the depths of the whirlpool.

Its body was so gigantic that its scales covered the sky.

One could not see where its body began or where it ended.

Its dark green scales reflected the surrounding lightning, each one resembling a massive heavenly artifact, and two enormous horns protruded from its head.

Although it wasn’t a genuine True Dragon, the pressure emanating from its body was still terrifying. Most importantly, a faint trace of True Dragon bloodline flowed through its body.

It was the current Guardian Deity of the Dragon King Temple, a Flood Dragon who had cultivated for millions of years, a genuine Vagrant Immortal!

The moment its entire body emerged from the whirlpool, the Pristine Waters instantly erupted!

*Boom!*

Millions of miles of seawater surged into the heavens, countless colossal waves rising like mountains, causing the surrounding sky to become completely dark.

The Flood Dragon slowly lowered its head, its golden pupils staring straight at the Temple Master of the Dragon King Temple.

An ancient, majestic male voice resounded throughout the heavens.

"What happened?"

The simple sentence caused the entire sea region to tremble.

The Temple Master immediately stepped forward, cupping his fists deeply.

"This descendant greets the Guardian Deity."

His voice carried immense respect as he continued.

"The Cleansing is approaching seventy million years ahead of schedule."

The Flood Dragon’s enormous eyes narrowed slightly.

"The Cleansing?"

The Temple Master nodded.

"According to the information released by Kunlun Divine Mountain, the Upper Realm will begin a Cleansing of the Lower Realm in fifty years. Recently, there had been unusual changes occurring between heavens and earth. The Lower Realm Spirit had awakened, Providence is surging, Spirit Qi is becoming increasingly dense, and cultivation has become easier.

However, the connection between the Lower Realm and the Upper Realm, even the 33 Heavens, had been severed. Some time ago, Kunlun held an Immortal Convention, where they stated with confidence that the Cleansing is approaching, confirmed by several supreme existences of the same stature as you in the Lower Realm. The Eternal Lord, that person who alarmed efej you a couple of centuries ago, has stated that we have approximately fifty years left to prepare before the Cleansing descends."

The Temple Master finished speaking all in one breath, watching carefully for the Guardian Deity’s reaction.

The enormous Flood Dragon did not respond immediately, his golden pupils fixed upon the distant heavens.

For a long time, he remained completely motionless.

Then, at some point, an incomparably terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body!

*Boom!*

The surrounding thunderclouds were forcibly torn apart as the entire sky seemed to collapse, a pressure resembling an ancient star falling from the heavens descending across millions of miles.

The sea beneath him was forcibly suppressed, and countless enormous waves were instantly flattened.

All the Half Immortals’ expressions became slightly pale.

This was the power of a Vagrant Immortal!

More importantly, the Guardian Deity was not merely an ordinary Vagrant Immortal!

The trace of True Dragon bloodline within his body was extraordinarily pure, and once it erupted completely, his combat power would be astonishing, not inferior to the Golden Crows in the Lower Realm.

The Flood Dragon finally spoke slowly.

"So they cannot hold back anymore, it seems a variable has emerged in this era."

His voice contained no fear, only an indescribable heaviness.

The Temple Master hesitated.

"Guardian Deity..."

The Flood Dragon looked down at him.

"Begin the preparations."

The Temple Master’s expression became solemn.

"Guardian Deity, you mean..."

"Yes." The Flood Dragon’s voice echoed across a vast distance.

"Activate every formation and Dharma Artifact, open all secret realms and move all mortal beings under our jurisdiction inside them."

His golden pupils became increasingly cold, his enormous dragon body slowly twisting through the dark heavens.

"The Pristine Waters are our territory, and the Dragon King Temple has guarded these waters for countless years. We will not abandon them."

The Temple Master immediately bowed.

"Yes!"

Long Wanchun and the other Half Immortals similarly bowed.

"Understood."

One by one, their figures disappeared, returning to do their respective tasks.

The ancient formations that had remained dormant for countless years began awakening one after another as ancient pillars rose from beneath the sea, massive restrictions spread throughout the depths of the Pristine Waters while countless Dharma Artifacts hidden within ancient palaces began releasing faint fluctuations.

The entire Dragon King Temple seemed to have awakened from a deep slumber.

The Flood Dragon quietly watched all of this for a while before his gaze slowly shifted towards the heavens.

His golden eyes seemed capable of penetrating the endless clouds.

For a brief moment, a complicated emotion appeared within them.

Within it was remembrance, coldness, and even a trace of disdain.

Upper Realm...

The Flood Dragon slowly closed his eyes, his massive body beginning to descend as the massive dragon head disappeared beneath the clouds.

Millions of miles of seawater surged violently as the Flood Dragon entered the depths of the Pristine Waters.

*Boom!*

The sea erupted one final time before gradually falling silent.

Across the Second Great Mortal World, ancient inheritances continued awakening one after another.

Even hidden ancient clans and lone cultivators were beginning to reveal their trump cards.

For countless years, these beings had hidden their foundations because of various reasons.

Some had done so because they feared attracting calamities, some wanted to preserve their inheritances, and some simply wished to quietly pursue the Great Dao, untainted by mortal dust.

But now, all of those considerations had become secondary.

They only knew that if they did not make a move now, everything would disappear.