Chapter 183 ·Ancient Demon Dragon, Ao Cang!

Spirit ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍Realm, Eastern Continent, Eastern Sea.

On ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍this day, the sky stretched clear for thousands of miles while the sea surface was calm as a mirror.

Suddenly, ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍a dragon roar exploded forth from the depths of the Eastern Sea.

That ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍sound was deep, ancient, and domineering, carrying a savage aura from primordial times as it shot straight into the nine heavens.

Wherever ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the soundwaves passed, the sea boiled and churned as monstrous waves rose into the sky.

Across ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the entire Spirit Realm, from the Eastern Continent to the Central Lands, from the Central Lands to the Northern Plains and the Western Wasteland, whether human cultivators, demon races, or demonic cultivators, everyone simultaneously raised their heads and looked toward the Eastern Sea.

Those with low cultivation levels only felt an invisible pressure descending from the heavens, pressing upon them so heavily they could scarcely breathe.

Meanwhile, the mighty experts with profound cultivation wore solemn expressions and began calculating with their fingers, attempting to uncover the source of this aura.

At the bottom of the Eastern Sea, within a ten-thousand-zhang abyss.

A pair of enormous dragon eyes suddenly opened.

Those eyes were blood-red like scarlet jade, with vertical pupils sharp as blades, revealing endless savagery and violence.

The dragon eyes swept across the surroundings. Wherever their gaze passed, fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish throughout the seabed fled in panic as though the apocalypse had descended.

This demon dragon was named Ao Cang.

It was an ancient exotic species with a trace of diluted true dragon blood flowing through its body.

Though merely mixed-blooded, relying on that trace of true dragon blood had allowed it to enter the Tribulation Crossing Realm after cultivating for ten thousand years. After another several hundred thousand years of tempering, it eventually reached the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Five hundred thousand years ago, Ao Cang had stirred storms throughout the Spirit Realm, wreaking havoc everywhere. It devoured countless human cultivators, leaving utter devastation wherever it passed.

At that time, no one in the Spirit Realm could restrain it.

That was until it provoked a mighty expert of the Spirit Race.

That Spirit Race expert was publicly acknowledged as the strongest being of that era within the Spirit Realm.

Ao Cang battled that mighty expert for three days and three nights before ultimately suffering grievous injuries. Its dragon body was shattered, and its dragon blood nearly exhausted completely.

Using every ounce of strength, it fled into the Eastern Sea abyss and entered a deep slumber through a secret technique, using the seabed spiritual veins to nourish its injuries.

That sleep lasted five hundred thousand years.

And now, it had finally awakened.

Its injuries had completely healed, and its cultivation had even improved somewhat compared to the past.

Ao Cang stretched its enormous dragon body, causing the seabed itself to tremble several times.

Opening its giant maw, it swallowed a mouthful of seawater, devouring all living creatures within a hundred-li radius along with the sea itself as its first meal upon awakening.

Yet this amount was not even enough to fill the gaps between its teeth.

It had gone five hundred thousand years without eating. It was starving.

Ao Cang extended its divine sense outward and quickly sensed a sect located near the coastline, rich in spiritual energy and densely populated with cultivators.

That place had the most people.

With a flick of its dragon tail, its colossal body swam toward that direction.

However, just as it was about to break through the water’s surface and soar into the sky—

An inexplicable chill suddenly rose from the depths of its heart.

The chill appeared for no reason, yet it was incomparably intense, as though an invisible pair of eyes was gazing down upon it from above.

At the same time, a thought clearly surfaced within its mind:

Do not go.

If you go, you will die.

Ao Cang froze momentarily before shaking its head.

It felt that it had slept too long and its mind had yet to fully awaken, causing hallucinations.

Die?

How could it possibly die?

Five hundred thousand years ago, even that Spirit Race expert hailed as the strongest in the Spirit Realm had failed to kill it.

Now that five hundred thousand years had passed, that mighty expert had probably long since ascended to the Immortal Realm.

Who in the Spirit Realm could still kill it?

“Heh.”

Ao Cang released a low dragon roar, casting aside that absurd thought. Its dragon tail violently struck the sea surface as its massive dragon body shot into the heavens.

Its thousand-zhang-long body covered half the sky.

Dragon might descended overwhelmingly, causing all birds and beasts within a thousand-li radius to collapse to the ground, trembling and crying in fear.

And the direction Ao Cang traveled toward was precisely the Azure Wave Sect.

As it flew, it once again sensed something was wrong.

Not only had that inexplicable chill not faded, it had grown increasingly stronger.

With every bit closer it approached the sect, the unease in its heart intensified.

It felt as though the place ahead was not a sect, but rather a slumbering primordial beast with its bloody maw wide open, waiting for it to walk directly into its mouth.

Ao Cang’s flying speed unconsciously slowed.

Cold sweat gradually emerged atop its enormous dragon head.

Something was wrong.

This was far too wrong.

After cultivating for several hundred thousand years and surviving countless life-and-death battles, its intuition toward danger had long since become incomparably sharp.

That intuition had saved its life countless times.

Yet now, its instincts told it that the seemingly ordinary sect before it was a hundred, even a thousand times more terrifying than that Spirit Race mighty expert from five hundred thousand years ago.

At this moment, within the mountain gate of the Azure Wave Sect.

Sect Master Wu Changan was seated within the main hall handling sect affairs when he suddenly sensed that immense dragon might, causing his expression to change slightly.

He put down the jade slip in his hand, rose, and walked outside the hall before looking upward.

There, he saw a thousand-zhang giant dragon coiled high in the sky. Its crimson scales resembled blood while dragon might radiated overwhelmingly from it, carrying immense pressure.

The various elders of the Azure Wave Sect also flew out from their respective halls and gathered beside Wu Changan, gazing solemnly at the giant dragon in the sky.

“Sect Master, that is... a dragon?” one elder asked in a lowered voice.

Another elder inhaled deeply. “Why would such an existence appear in the Eastern Sea?”

“Could it have come for our Azure Wave Sect?”

The crowd discussed quietly among themselves. Though their expressions were solemn, none showed panic.

Wu Changan withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly. “There is no need for everyone to panic.”

As he spoke, his eyes seemingly unintentionally glanced toward the rear mountain of the Azure Wave Sect.

“With the Supreme Elder presiding here, it is merely a dragon. It cannot stir up any great waves.”

Upon hearing this, the elders all nodded as their expressions relaxed somewhat.

Wu Changan adjusted his robes and rose into the air, flying toward the demon dragon.

Stopping several hundred zhang away from Ao Cang, he cupped his hands respectfully and said:

“May I ask why Senior has come to my Azure Wave Sect?”

Ao Cang looked down at the Void Refinement junior before it. The unease in its heart intensified further.

It could already sense that something within this sect was secretly watching it.

That gaze was cold and indifferent, as though looking upon an ant.

Suppressing the fear within its heart, Ao Cang forced out a smile and tried to make its voice sound as peaceful as possible.

“Heh... this seat has slept for many years. After awakening today and seeing this place so lively, I merely came to take a look.”

“I was simply passing by. I bear no ill intentions.”

After speaking, it awkwardly laughed twice more.

That laughter sounded dry and stiff. Where was there even the slightest trace of the imposing might of an ancient ferocious dragon?

Hearing this, Wu Changan felt somewhat puzzled.

This dragon had arrived with overwhelming dragon might moments ago, appearing fierce and menacing, so why had it suddenly become polite now?

Still, since the other party was being courteous, he naturally welcomed the ease.

“So that is the case. Since Senior is merely passing through, then the Azure Wave Sect shall not detain you further. Senior may proceed at your leisure.”

“Good, good, farewell, farewell.”

Ao Cang repeatedly nodded and flicked its dragon tail, preparing to turn around and leave.

At this moment, it only wanted to escape this cursed place as quickly as possible.

However, at the instant it turned around, a gigantic hand descended from the heavens.

That hand covered the sky and blotted out the sun, carrying an irresistible great power as it reached down toward Ao Cang.

Ao Cang’s expression changed drastically as it desperately circulated the magical power within its body, trying to break free.

But the power of that giant hand was simply too terrifying.

Its proud peak Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivation was as insignificant as an ant before this hand.

It did not even have time to let out a scream before the hand grabbed it directly, squeezing its entire dragon body until cracking sounds rang out.

In the next moment, the giant hand vanished.

And the thousand-zhang dragon disappeared without a trace alongside it.

The sky returned to clarity while the sea surface regained its calmness.

Wu Changan and the Azure Wave Sect elders stood there staring at one another blankly.

“Th-This is...?” one elder asked dumbly.

“Did the Supreme Elder make a move?” another elder whispered.

After hearing this, no one continued speaking. Instead, they all dispersed on their own.

None of them dared inquire further about the Supreme Elder’s affairs.

......

Azure Wave Sect rear mountain.

Nether Soul sat cross-legged within a pavilion.

His right hand was spread open, and within his palm a crimson-red miniature dragon no larger than a palm curled into a trembling ball.

It was precisely the majestic thousand-zhang demon dragon from earlier—Ao Cang.

At the moment it had been seized by the giant hand, Ao Cang only felt the world spinning around it. By the time it regained its senses, it had already become like this.

Its cultivation had been completely suppressed, unable to use even the slightest trace of dragon power.

Ao Cang’s mind raced rapidly before it quickly understood one thing.

That overwhelming unease from before, the instinct desperately urging it to flee—

All of it had been because of this person’s existence.

If it had fled slightly faster earlier, then perhaps...

No, escape would have been impossible.

From the moment it extended its divine sense toward the Azure Wave Sect, escape had already become impossible.

Ao Cang trembled violently and said:

“S-Senior, spare my life! This little dragon failed to recognize Mount Tai and disturbed Senior’s secluded cultivation. I beg Senior to show mercy and spare this little dragon’s life!”

Nether Soul looked at the trembling little dragon within his palm and found it somewhat amusing.

Moments ago, it had still been flaunting its might in the sky, wishing the entire Spirit Realm knew that Ao Cang had awakened.

And now, every sentence was “Senior, spare my life.”

The contrast was truly interesting.

However, Nether Soul did not genuinely intend to mock it.

On the path of cultivation, the weak were prey to the strong, and strength was supreme.

There was no shame in the weak bowing before the strong.

Losing one’s life—that was true disgrace.

Nether Soul withdrew his gaze and ignored Ao Cang’s pleas for mercy, instead sinking his consciousness into his sea of consciousness to communicate with his true body, Gu Yan.

Capturing this demon dragon had precisely been his true body’s instruction.

Earlier, he had been playing the zither and flute when he suddenly received a divine soul transmission from his true body, instructing him to capture this demon dragon and raise it for now. As for how it would be handled later, that could be decided in the future.

Although Nether Soul did not know what his true body intended to do with this demon dragon, since it was his true body’s order, he merely needed to obey.

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