Chapter 845 - 584: Sea-covering Saint

In the purple-gold bamboo forest, the shadows of bamboo swayed gently as a clear breeze passed through, causing the bamboo leaves to rustle.

Li Yan and Min Rou sat facing each other, with a pot of clear tea placed between them, steam rising in delicate wisps.

Li Yan picked up his teacup and took a gentle sip. The tea was cool and refreshing, flowing smoothly down his throat. He spoke slowly, with a touch of reflection in his tone:

"The Earth Immortal Realm is vast and boundless. According to rumors, it is divided into nine heavens and ten lands. Beyond the Divinity Transformation Grand Sovereigns, there exist the Ancient Immortals, flipping their hands to create clouds and overturning them to produce rain. They roam the universe, unstoppable by anyone."

He placed the teacup down and gazed beyond the bamboo forest, as if piercing through layers of obstacles to glimpse that wider world.

"Our Endless Sea, though immense, with waves reaching billions, is but a drop in the ocean within the entire Earth Immortal Realm, having never produced any earth-shattering figures."

"Currently, in the Endless Sea Cultivation Realm, there are two sects and seven schools. Each faction has a Nascent Soul True Monarch overseeing it. The Sword Sect I belong to is one of them."

"Among these two sects and seven schools, the True Monarchs of the two sects are all late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, representing the pinnacle of combat power in the Endless Sea Cultivation Realm."

At this, he let out a light sigh:

"As for the Divinity Transformation Grand Sovereigns, they have practically become legends in today’s Endless Sea."

"The last Divinity Transformation Grand Sovereign was the Grand Sovereign of the Sea, five thousand years ago. It is said that the Grand Sovereign later traversed the Endless Strait, heading to other Cultivation Realms and has since been unheard of, never returning."

He fell silent for a moment before looking back at Min Rou, sighing softly: "You are still too cautious."

By now, he was well aware of the terrifying existence that Taishang Dao, the sect he joined, truly was, with a foundation far deeper than any other power in the Endless Sea.

Min Rou, for years, spread the Dao, always hiding in secluded places in the mundane world, areas where Spiritual Qi was thin and far from the conflicts of the Cultivation Realm. To him, it seemed entirely unnecessary.

A Sequence Four [Death Commander’s Officer] is enough to sweep across the Endless Sea, unstoppable.

Although Min Rou has yet to be promoted to the Death Commander’s Officer, her combat power, enhanced by the Dharma Net of Taishang Dao, is sufficient to rival great cultivators in the late-stage Nascent Soul, enough for Taishang Dao to leap to become a top power in the Endless Sea Cultivation Realm.

Min Rou nodded lightly, what Li Yan said was not much different from the information she had gathered over the years.

However, when hearing Li Yan call her cautious, she slowly nodded, her tone solemn and firm:

"The Dao Sovereign once said, ’In strategy, one can look down upon the enemy, but in tactics, one must regard them seriously.’"

"A little caution allows for a longer journey ahead."

She raised her eyes, gazing into the distance, her tone carrying a sense of far-reaching thought and heaviness:

"In the current Earth Immortal Realm, my Taishang Dao boasts three hundred and fifty-six sub-altars. Certainly, there are strong sub-altars, already sealing Death Commander’s Officers, even having Manifestation True Gods overseeing them."

"But more sub-altars teeter on the brink of survival amid layered crises, only able to propagate the Dao in secret, not daring to be too ostentatious."

"Our Endless Sea sub-altar, while not considered strong, is stable and orderly."

"In a few years, when I successfully advance to become a Death Commander’s Officer, possessing sufficient power, will it be Taishang Dao’s time to sweep through the Endless Sea, establishing order in one fell swoop."

Li Yan, hearing these words, nodded lightly, his expression solemn: "There is merit in your words, I have been too impatient."

...

Meanwhile, in the Earth Immortal Realm, the North Sea Immortal Domain.

Yulong Immortal Sect, Dragon Slaying Platform.

This Dragon Slaying Platform was wholly cast with ten-thousand-year immortal gold, piercing straight into the Cloud Sea, towering thousands of zhang tall.

On the platform surface, a layer of dark red that could never disperse had congealed.

That was the blood of countless members of the Dragon Race and jiao, honed by the passage of time, having long merged with the Profound Iron, emanating a towering stench of blood and hostility, reaching straight for the Jiuxiao.

At the edge of the platform, heavy soldiers encircled.

Disciples of Yulong Immortal Sect donned unified azure battle robes, wielding magical treasures that glimmered with Spirit Light, their expressions solemn as iron, their gazes cold as blades, firmly locking onto the evil dragons and malevolent jiaos bound by divine chains on the platform.

A white dragon’s chains cut into its flesh, its dragon scales dull and peeling, its body covered in wounds with spirit blood surging.

Despair and resentment burned in its eyes, and it roared frenziedly at the platform below, its voice hoarse and shattered:

"I’m not an evil dragon! I’m not an evil dragon!"

"The hour decreed by the Upper Sect for bringing rain was precisely at that moment, I absolutely cannot be mistaken!"

"I’ve been diligent and faultless for a hundred years, you can’t accuse me falsely like this!"

The roars echoed above the Dragon Slaying Platform, a bone-chilling sorrow, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Tied to a stone pillar nearby was a black jiao.

Irritation almost turned tangible on its body, and hearing the white dragon’s cries, it couldn’t help but scoff, its tone full of mockery and disdain:

"What’s the use of shouting till your throat is sore here? Can’t you see the situation now?"

"Even if you’re wronged, so what?

"In this Yulong Immortal Sect, if they say you’re wrong, then you’re wrong, no room for any defense!"

"Who’s to blame when our Dragon Race is full of treasures—dragon blood, dragon horns, dragon tendons, dragon bones, all are unmatched cultivation treasures."

"But alas, the Dragon Race is weak, no immortals to back us, so we’re at the mercy of others!"

The white dragon, upon hearing this, suddenly froze, the resentful tides in its eyes receded like a tide, leaving behind only a lifeless grayness.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the black jiao, his voice trembling:

"Old brother, were you... were you wronged too?"

The black jiao let out a cold snort, the irritation on its body surging stronger, its tone tinged with disdain:

"Do you think I’m as cowardly as you? Yielding without resistance, screaming injustice even with death impending?"

The white dragon, full of confusion and incomprehension, didn’t understand why this black jiao was still so unruly, even when both were prisoners awaiting death.

Beside them, a red dragon slowly spoke, its tone plain but revealing the mystery: