Chapter 954 - 345: Great Harvest, Sacrifice, True Dragon Appears (Ten Thousand-Word Combined - )_4

Chapter 954: Chapter 345: Great Harvest, Sacrifice, True Dragon Appears (Ten Thousand-Word Combined Chapter)_4

"Chie... Chieftain, according to the clues, the Crown Prince emerged from Kunlun Hall and then went to Five-Colored Mountain, which is also the last place the Crown Prince was seen. However, I have searched every corner of Five-Colored Mountain but found no trace of the Crown Prince. It was my fault!"

As he said this,

the Guard wished he could bury his head into the ground.

There was no response from both the Crown Prince and Elder Kuii.

Additionally, not a single trace could be found.

From a certain perspective, the Crown Prince might already be...

Thinking of this dreadful result, the Guard buried his head even lower.

The Crown Prince was dearly cherished from birth after being conceived through the prayers and offerings of the Principal Consort. She resolutely opposed him entering the Kunlun Mini World’s relics, yet somehow the Chieftain convinced her otherwise.

The Principal Consort was descended from the Royal Family.

Although her father was only a Commandery Prince,

even so,

if the Commandery Prince were to blame us,

we’d be doomed.

At this moment,

Chief Celestial Yin’s expression was ominously grave:

"Report everything you saw at Five-Colored Mountain truthfully."

"Yes, Chieftain,"

once the Guard finished his report,

Chief Celestial Yin listened intently, glanced at the remaining traces at the scene, and slightly narrowed his eyes. Clearly, there were marks left by the Qiankun Circle, which belonged to the Celestial Eagle Old Ghost: "Damn it, that old ghost has also sneaked into the Outer Sect!"

If this is true,

then my son is most likely in dire straits, yet unfortunately, the Celestial Eagle Old Ghost’s wife is also of royal descent.

This makes the situation far more complicated.

Chief Celestial Yin’s gaze fixed on Dragon Transformation Mountain:

"Could it be..."

that the Celestial Eagle Old Ghost also knows the secret of Dragon Transformation Mountain?

Impossible!

Hundreds of years ago,

the ancestors who entered the relics exterminated everyone who knew the secret of Dragon Transformation Mountain; the Celestial Eagle Old Ghost couldn’t possibly know, and his infiltration likely has another agenda.

After all,

the Outer Sect of the Kunlun Mini World isn’t small.

Chief Celestial Yin calmed down and watched as members of the Purple Mansion entered Dragon Transformation Mountain in waves, coldly ordering:

"Issue the command; everyone get into position. In three days, initiate the Array!"

.....

Within Cloudy Cyan Mountain,

two figures appeared swiftly. Cao Xiang’er glanced over her shoulder:

"Changsheng, we’re far enough from Five-Colored Mountain now; besides, the Image-Dissolving Powder from our World Suppression Bureau used at the scene will erase any traces we left behind. Even if the people from Celestial Yin and Celestial Eagle tribes reach Five-Colored Mountain, they won’t be able to track us."

"Great, let’s take a brief respite here."

Fu Changsheng nodded.

He was quite fortunate to have brought Cao Xiang’er along.

If not for her,

he couldn’t have fully erased the traces at Five-Colored Mountain, especially after hearing both Crown Princes had Eastern Wilderness Royal Court bloodline, it gave him quite a scare, as the Eastern Wilderness Royal Court is on par with the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The two opened up a cave mansion.

After setting up an array,

Cao Xiang’er handed three storage bags to Fu Changsheng.

These three storage bags belonged to Second Young Master Fish Eagle, Fish Eagle Sixth Elder Yu Xiangjian, and Elder Kuii of the Celestial Yin Tribe. They were in such a hurry during the journey that Cao Xiang’er hadn’t examined them. Fu Changsheng’s gaze fell on the storage bag to the left:

"Xiang’er, if it weren’t for your array, we couldn’t have taken all three at once. The remaining two storage bags should be yours."

On the road earlier,

he had exchanged information, and what he needed was indeed within Second Young Master Fish Eagle’s storage bag.

Cao Xiang’er did not hesitate:

"Alright, then these three corpses are yours."

These three add up to nearly five thousand Court Merit Points.

Fu Changsheng accepted with a smile.

They each entered the secret chambers they’d created, set up the array, and Fu Changsheng let the Cyan Flood Dragon guard outside. With a thought, he instantly appeared at the Spirit Mountain’s peak within the Five Elements Space, waving his sleeve, leaving only the skulls of the three corpses.

"Squeak, squeak!"

The Skeleton Demon Vine cheered as it came over.

Fu Changsheng said:

"All three corpses are yours, take it easy."

Now the Cyan Flood Dragon has already broken through to the Tier Three Peak.

The next step will be Tier Four, and these corpses from Purple Mansion are of no use to it at all.

The Skeleton Demon Vine cheered once more.

In the previous battle,

it was severely injured by Elder Kuii and urgently needed sustenance.

Suddenly, its body trembled,

and a cyan light surged.

Then, numerous slender vines, like agile snakes, instantly pierced through the three lying corpses.

The energy contained within the corpses seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, greedily devoured by the Skeleton Demon Vine at an incredible pace. As the energy continued to pour in, the previously severed vines regrew rapidly, their new shoots tender and full of vitality, gently swaying in the air.

Meanwhile,

Fu Changsheng felt a slight tremor in his mind, and a line of text appeared:

{"Skeleton Demon Vine: Tier Three Late Stage (50/400)"}

Clearly,

the previous severe injury nearly caused the Skeleton Demon Vine’s cultivation level to drop, but now it has recovered.

Seeing this, Fu Changsheng turned towards the thatched cottage, glanced at the Message Tree, and found no new messages. Reaching the wooden house, his gaze fell on the storage bag, and he took a deep breath:

"Please don’t let me down."

With that, he tapped the storage bag. Instantly, a flash of dawn light appeared, followed by a dozen boxes, shining like meteors, neatly arranged on the wooden table in the wooden house. Fu Changsheng quickly formed seals with both hands, and threads of spells, like nimble threads, precisely entered each box.

With a creak,

the first box slowly opened, and a faint yet enticing aroma wafted out.