Since the reign of the Human Emperor, demons and monsters have retreated. True dragons have not been seen for an age, their presence only occasionally marked by scattered scales or stones they once rolled over—each a precious material for forging artifacts. Yet now, from a bronze coffin within the Impermanence Sect, devoid of ancestral tablets, a true dragon emerged!
Its head nearly filled the grand hall, while the rest of its ashen-scaled body remained hidden within the coffin, buried in darkness, unknown how many miles long. The surrounding thick, terrifying yin aura felt both tangible and illusory, causing even masters shrouded in bloody yellow mist to shiver from the soles of their feet, their souls involuntarily numbed, as if facing a superior being or infinite death itself.
True dragons are born with powerful bodies and strength. Upon reaching adulthood, they are equivalent to great demonic beings with Law Bodies. As they mature, they continue to grow, commonly reaching earthly Immortal levels, with many attaining heavenly Immortal status, even legendary or higher existences. This particular dragon within the Impermanence Sect is nothing special—merely at the level of an earthly Immortal’s remains, yet stronger than the average earthly Immortal.
Even more importantly, during ancient times, the sect’s patriarch, after great effort and manpower, unearthed this dragon corpse. Before his demise, he attempted to transfer his soul and consciousness into the dragon’s body, replacing its faint emerging spirit, thus reversing life and death. Unfortunately, such feats have only succeeded in rare cases, and the patriarch unsurprisingly failed. However, the dragon corpse did undergo subtle changes. It became far more intelligent than an ordinary undead, more aware than a zombie yet to regain consciousness, or a reanimated corpse with low intelligence. It wouldn’t recklessly attack friend or foe indiscriminately, and could display near earthly Immortal-level strength.
Yet it still had flaws. Each “awakening” required a sacrifice, or it could not last long. Moreover, its deathly yin energy was too intense. Once it left this minor world, it would immediately attract terrifying heavenly punishment, which it could not withstand. Thus, it could only serve as a guardian of the sect, not something that could be taken outside.
Roar!
The dragon opened its mouth, letting out a dragon’s roar. All the skeletons and zombies within the ancient tomb realm fell prostrate. Even Meng Qi briefly lost focus. Had he not cultivated the Yuanxin Seal and the Sole Supreme Art, the stunned state would have lasted a moment or two.
This was the true “Dragon’s Roar Across the Heavens!”
The dragon tilted its head and inhaled sharply. The bronze coffin containing the corpse of the “Yama Lord” flew straight into its mouth.
This was the sacrifice—an entire Law Body as an offering!
The Impermanence Sect had lasted for tens of thousands of years, producing more Law Body experts than sects like Shaolin or Zhenwu. Specializing in manipulating and refining corpses, they should have possessed countless “Law Body Zombie Kings.” However, they had suffered several near-annihilation events, each time requiring the awakening of this “Northern Dragon” and the “hidden treasure” within the right-hand bronze coffin, exhausting their stock of Law Body corpses—just as now.
Wailing winds rose. Layer upon layer of ice covered the ancient tombs, translucent and blood-yellow, as if frozen for ten thousand years.
The dragon flew from the tomb, its body coiling for miles. With a single clawed swipe across dozens of miles, it struck toward Su Wuming. The surrounding air froze—some deep blue, some light blue, some colorless, manifesting as snowflakes or ice chunks. Nothing else existed—everything seemed frozen in place.
Yet Su Wuming remained unaffected, like a strange ghost or an aloof deity, ignoring the ice sphere encompassing hundreds of miles. He appeared directly behind the Northern Dragon. His Law Body collapsed into reality, his sword cleaving downward, subtly shifting, weaving through countless illusory “gaps,” as if deconstructing something.
The elements—earth, fire, water, and wind—were severed by his blade. The imbalance of the Four Symbols erupted like boiling water, spreading destruction all around, as if returning to the primordial era before heaven and earth were stabilized, before the elements were tamed. This was the “Primordial Heaven” strike, one of the Nine Killing Moves of the Supreme Sword Manual.
Zzzzt! The sword struck the dragon’s head, dragging a deep gash downward, sparking blinding red flames and dazzling lightning, melting the ice, piercing the deep blue, and unraveling the elements.
Yet the dragon’s body was formidable. Its scales were only slightly inferior to divine weapons of the same level. Enduring Su Wuming’s strike, only a few scales shattered. The dragon turned its head and exhaled a stream of dark green frost. Wherever it passed, the air turned deathly cold and sickly green, exuding pure death, as if the Nine Nether Yama Realm had descended. Yet Su Wuming had already “ascended” again, ethereal and untouchable, omnipresent, rendering all attacks ineffective.
As a legendary human Immortal, he completely suppressed this dragon, nearly at earthly Immortal strength. He occasionally appeared beside the Yama Emperor, striking at his coffin, or stood within the still-intact formation, effortlessly wielding his swordlight to prevent its restoration. Truly, with one man alone, he “surrounded” the entire Impermanence Sect.
Meanwhile, Meng Qi held the Yellow Spring hand bone in his left hand and the Spirit Fire Blade in his right. After Su Wuming shattered the formation, he no longer held back. He leaped back, stepping lightly, and slashed at the red-furred zombie king behind him. His blade drifted strangely, yet carried immense force.
Clang!
Meng Qi’s right hand trembled slightly, using the momentum to spin around. The red-furred zombie king’s fist bore a fresh wound. Solar True Fire ignited its red fur, bursting outward like flowing flames, instantly engulfing and incinerating the disciples of the Impermanence Sect.
Black corpse energy surged from the zombie king’s body, cold and oppressive, extinguishing the Solar Fire. Roaring furiously, its body expanded to over ten zhang tall, its aura growing ever more terrifying. Its fingernails extended from its hands—sharp, pointed, dark green and black, exuding deep death. Contact meant instant death; its claws were as hard as divine weapons.
Each nail was like a long sword, each possessing unique variation, forming a unified whole. It clawed toward Meng Qi, covering the sky, leaving no room for escape.
Meng Qi let his saber hang diagonally, his body expanding. Not only that, his will and conviction suddenly erupted, coursing through his body, piercing every corner of his soul, every inch of skin, every drop of blood, every bone—even deeper into the minutest structures.
These bodily components seemed to gain sentience, each breathing and combining in the most appropriate manner.
Boom! Meng Qi’s aura surged, like a blazing sun descending upon this place, dispelling the yin evil, cleansing the filth. Though both stood at ten zhang tall, before Meng Qi, the red-furred zombie king seemed small, its aura suppressed.
Its intelligence was low, its mind muddled, its power purely instinctual. How could it possibly rival Meng Qi, a master of this very art?
As early as three months ago, while sailing the Eastern Sea, Meng Qi’s mind and body had reached clarity, his will naturally rising, possessing the strength to break into the Ninth Heaven. Yet he had restrained himself until now. With this single eruption, it was like a volcanic eruption, surging forth an unmatched aura!
Zombies were not truly dead, thus not susceptible to Heaven-Shaking Earth-Shattering Art, so he could not rely on tricks, only his own strength.
Creaking and groaning, Meng Qi’s flesh, bones, and soul fused further. He had truly ascended into the Ninth Heaven. Facing the ten claw attacks from the red-furred zombie king, he thrust his saber outward. Waves of crimson-gold light surged forth, like the sun shining repeatedly upon this world, gently parting the two claws. Then, his saber shifted from horizontal thrust to downward slash, a red sun slowly descending!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The “sun” crashed into the zombie king’s chest, explosions erupting continuously, sending it flying, its entire body ablaze like a torch.
Its body tattered, barely escaping the slash, it was immediately pursued and struck again by Meng Qi.
Its aura was suppressed. Its divine weapon was no match for Meng Qi’s. The power of the Ninth Heaven combined with Heaven and Earth surpassed even that of a half-step expert. In sheer strength, Meng Qi was already no inferior. In skill, he was even more superior. Thus, the zombie king was naturally in a wretched state, only able to defend, only able to be struck repeatedly by the saber. Even its diamond-hard body bore deep wounds.
The Yama Emperor, using the tomb’s forbidden arts and the bronze coffin to block Su Wuming’s strike, revealed his massive body, his bones replaced by Yellow Spring bones.
At this moment, he sensed the approach of Master Lu Da, and involuntarily raised his head, roaring furiously:
“Then let us perish together!”
With a wave of his hand, the bronze coffin on the right, devoid of ancestral tablets, rapidly opened. Inside lay a body with black bones and blood-yellow flesh, with two horns atop its head, exuding a divine aura.
Whoosh! A blood-yellow river’s phantom appeared above the coffin.
This was an innate divine corpse unearthed by the Impermanence Sect. Using the Yellow Spring’s secret arts and nourishing it with yin energy and spectral beings, they sought to forge a “Yellow Spring Evil God.” However, their efforts ended in humiliating failure, yielding only a “ghost god” unworthy of daylight—one that, despite possessing terrestrial Immortal-level power, could never stand beneath the “azure sky.”
The divine corpse sat up, its majestic aura rippling outward. Its mouth opened, and the red-furred zombie king, locked in bitter combat with Meng Qi, was pulled uncontrollably into its mouth. Even with Meng Qi’s current strength, he could not stop it!
The divine corpse flew forth, rushing toward Master Lu Da. At this moment, Su Wuming once again assaulted the dragon, the Yama Emperor, and the formation.
The Yama Emperor blocked a strike with the Brush of Life and Death, but was no match for Su Wuming, already wounded. He retreated backward, leaning against the final bronze coffin.
“Then let us perish together!” he declared again, his voice turning icy.
With a palm strike, the three green lamps were extinguished completely.
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