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“All Swords Return to Their Origin!”

Lin Qingzhi summoned the Qingxiao Sword, barely managing to split a thousand strands of Sword Qi, attacking the Flood Dragon.

However, with his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, the thousand strands of Sword Qi were simply unable to penetrate the scales of the Flood Dragon.

The high-grade Acquired Spirit Treasure, Qingxiao Sword, struck directly at the Flood Dragon, only to leave a faint white mark on its scales, still unable to breakthrough its defenses.

“Unity of Person and Sword!”

“Majestic heavenly might, aid me in vanquishing my foe, swift as the decree!” Supreme Thunder Command!”

Chen Yao and the Skywave Sword seemed to meld into one, blue light in myriad streams, turning into an azure streak that soared to the skies!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, violent winds howled, the blue robes fluttered, and streaks of lightning were drawn into the sword body of the Skywave Sword, its sword glow immensely alarming.

“Slay!”

Chen Yao’s pretty face turned flush with effort, the Divine Sword carrying a grand and resplendent Sword Qi, striking the massive Flood Dragon.

The Sword Qi collided with dragon scales, dissolving inch by inch, turning into chaotic currents.

“It’s no use, my cultivation is not enough to wield the true power of the

Supreme Thunder Command.”

Chen Yao found that even the most powerful sword move she could muster was still unable to harm the Flood Dragon in the slightest.

She had just broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and her swordplay posed hardly any threat to the Flood Dragon at the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm.

What truly broke through the Flood Dragon’s defenses were Mount Shu’s Dao Palace Realm Elders like Li Changye, Murong Shi, Song Wuchuan, Lu Changsheng, and Zhao Wuyan, who possessed Innate Spirit Treasures and had higher cultivation levels.

“True Martial Nine Forms—Sixth Form!”

Lu Changsheng’s True Martial Sword broke through the dragon scales, slashing a gory gash on the Flood Dragon!

Purple blood sprayed out, and the Flood Dragon let out a pained howl.

With his eighth level Dao Palace Realm cultivation, Lu Changsheng used a superior Heaven Rank sword technique, and his magical treasure was a high-grade innate Spirit Treasure, so he could barely break through the Flood Dragon’s defenses.

Elder Brother Li Changye executed the Nine Heavens Mystical Fire True Art, the Heavenly Fire Sword carrying ferocious divine might, breaking through the dragon scales, the Divine Fire scorching the blue scales, evaporating the purple blood.

Murong Shi’s Supreme Yin Skill, in stark contrast to Li Changye’s Nine Heavens Mystical Fire True Art, sent extreme Yin Sword Qi piercing through the dragon scales, freezing the Flood Dragon’s meridians; the Flood Dragon writhed and struggled relentlessly.

“Elder Sister Murong¹ s strength is also no small matter.

Lu Changsheng realized that Murong Shi’s Supreme Yin Skill was no less powerful than Li Changye’s Nine Heavens Mystical Fire True Art.

Murong Shi was Chen Yao’s senior sister, and they belonged to the Bimoon Peak faction of Mount Shu, different from the primary branch of Ten Thousand Swords Peak under the real person Taiyuan.

Although there were fewer disciples from Bimoon Peak, their quality was not inferior to those from Ten Thousand Swords Peak.

Murong Shi and Chen Yao were both of special constitutions. Murong Shi had become a disciple of Mount Shu earlier than Li Changye, but she usually didn’t make herself known.

Under the siege of several dozen Mount Shu Dao Palace Realm Elders and the attack of the seventh-grade talisman “Zhurong God Talisman,” the Flood Dragon was covered with wounds.

It had not expected that upon entering its territory, the group from Mount Shu would have so many peerless geniuses and Innate magical treasures.

Sword Qi filled the sky, crisscrossing; the Flood Dragon let out one last mournful cry, its enormous body collapsing.

Li Changye flew on his sword to the space below the Flood Dragon and caught the mountainous corpse with the robust physique of the Eternal Wilderness

Body.

Boom!

Li Changye threw the corpse of the Flood Dragon on the ground beside the lake.

Li Changye muttered to himself, “AVoid Refinement Realm Flood Dragon is valuable all over, can’t let it go to waste.”

Murong Shi sheathed her sword and descended, “A Flood Dragon that has taken form for three thousand years yet only reached the second level of the Void Refinement Realm. Flood Dragons transform into true dragons after ten thousand years, but the spiritual energy of this world is insufficient for this Flood Dragon to transform. It’s very likely that this Flood Dragon was always sleeping within the formation, only awakening upon intruders’ arrival.” Even the second level of the Void Refinement Realm is this troublesome?

Many Mount Shu elders wiped away cold sweat.

Fortunately, the Jiaolong in the Immortal Ruins was unable to cultivate normally; otherwise, after so many years of the Immortal Rums’ existence, wouldn’t that Jiaolong have transformed into a True Dragon?

“Heave!”

Li Changye poured a vast amount of True Qi into the Heavenly Fire Sword, exerting the strength equivalent to nine bulls and two tigers, only then managing to slice open the dragon scales and extract a golden Demon Core. This golden Demon Core, about the size of a fist, had all kinds of naturally intricate patterns on it, exuding terrifying demon power.

“A Flood Dragon’s Golden Core that has cultivated for three thousand years into its form.”

Everyone swallowed hard; the value of this Flood Dragon’s Golden Core was no trifling matter.

If one were to Refine the demonic power within the Flood Dragon’s Golden Core, their cultivation level might increase by an entire realm.

Now came the problem.

The Jiaolong was slain by the combined efforts of several dozen Dao Palace Realm elders, but there was only one Flood Dragon’s Golden Core—so who should receive it?

“Big Senior Brother, I am just half a step away from breaking into the ninth layer of the Dao Palace Realm, and I need this Flood Dragon’s Golden Core, said Lu Changsheng, breaking the silence.

“Lu is about to enter the ninth layer of the Dao Palace Realm?!”

Many elders turned to look at Lu Changsheng in unison, their pupils shaking. During the Six Dao Assembly, Lu Changsheng was at the fifth layer of the Dao Palace Realm, and now, after only a few years, he was about to assault the ninth layer!

Such a speed of cultivation was simply astonishing!

Even Murong Shi couldn’t help but glance at him admiringly; this junior brother had brought her too many shocks.

“What’s going on? I thought that by reaching the sixth layer of the Dao Palace Realm, I could catch up a bit with Lu, but the gap is only getting wider. As fellow disciples of Mount Shu and with the Ancestral Master above, why won’t he appear in my dreams, Zhao Wuyan? Could it be that I, Zhao Wuyan, am not handsome enough?”

Zhao Wuyan was utterly frustrated.

The legend of the Ancestral Master appearing in dreams had spread throughout Mount Shu; everyone believed that Lu Changsheng’s meteoric rise in cultivation was due to the Ancestral Master imparting skills in dreams.

The critical point was that the Ancestral Master had appeared in dreams several times over hundreds of thousands of years, and the people of Mount Shu had no doubt about it.

After all, the Ancestral Master of Mount Shu was a great figure who had ascended to the heavens hundreds of thousands of years ago; even a casual pointer in a dream could bring enormous benefits to those visited.

“Damn it, Lin Qingzhi’s master is about to reach the same level of cultivation as my master,” grumbled Xiao Xiangdao, upon hearing that Lu Changsheng was about to step into the ninth layer of the Dao Palace Realm, on par with Li

Changye.

He had taken Li Changye as his master, while Lin Qing had taken Lu Changsheng as his, who at that time was merely an elder at the ninth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Not even ten years had passed, and Lu Changsheng was already close to reaching the ninth layer of the Dao Palace Realm.

“Since Lu urgently requires it, and there’s a strong chance that upon his breakthrough he might enter the Void Refinement Realm and become a Supreme Elder, protecting Mount Shu, this Flood Dragon’s Golden Core will go to Lu. Does anyone object?” said Li Changye generously, not coveting the Golden Core himself but willing to give it to Lu Changsheng.

Li Changye, like the Taiyuan Real Man, considered the situation from Mount Shu’s perspective.

With Lu Changsheng’s rapid cultivation progress, it was highly improbable that he would be stuck at the ninth layer of the Dao Palace Realm; his stepping into the Void Refinement Realm seemed almost a given.

The addition of another Void Refinement Realm powerhouse to Mount Shu would allow them to sleep more soundly.

“I, Lu Changsheng, am not a greedy person; I am willing to offer sixth grade Elixir Pills and seventh grade Elixir Pills as compensation, stated Lu Changsheng, believing in repaying kindness and vengeance without imposing moral coercion on others.

To elders like Li Changye, Murong Shi, and Song Wuchuan, who put in more effort, Lu Changsheng offered seventh grade Elixir Pills as compensation, while giving sixth grade Elixir Pills to the rest of the Dao Palace Realm elders. Receiving Elixir Pills as compensation, the elders, with wide eyes and speechless expressions, had no complaints.