Chapter 329 - 328: The Dragon Race’s Domineering Physique

From the day she was born, Bell Fish had never been a genius. Still, she joined the Hundred Ghosts Sect, and by always just barely scraping by with her promotions, she eventually landed a position as one of the lowest-ranking Elders.

Three hundred years of Cultivation had worn down the spirits of countless people. They became like hollow shells, walking corpses who cultivated for the sake of cultivation, endlessly, relentlessly, until the day they could finally ascend to the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List.

But the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List only had a hundred spots. In the entire Yin Yang Great Realm, there were hundreds of billions of people—the Netherworld Dynasty alone had over a billion!

A thousand years to wait for one list; tens of thousands of years of reincarnation!

Since the beginning of this era, fewer than ten thousand peerless prodigies had made it to the Yang Realm. Meanwhile, over a hundred billion Souls were trapped in the cycle of rebirth. ’With ratios like that, was the competition really just about Talent?’

Bell Fish had once relentlessly pursued breakthroughs in her Realm. She had even told Bai Mo that everyone’s ultimate goal was to make it onto the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List, complete their true form, and achieve Transcendence.

But she had been stuck at the Peeping Dao Realm for a century with no progress. It wasn’t until she was touched by a stroke of fate when Bai Mo and Snow merged that she finally had a chance to break through.

She had personally witnessed the two of them go from nothing to the Peeping Dao Realm in just three short years. Their three years had surpassed her three hundred.

The gap was as vast as a speck of dust gazing up at the moon. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder, ’Why am I even chasing the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List?’

’So what if I can’t complete my true form?’

’And what if I did complete it? What attachments would I even have left in this world?’

In the face of a peerless pairing like Bai Mo and Snow, her own bound Cultivation Dish was obscure, and most people were destined to remain in the shadows.

’I’ve become a mere backdrop, chasing an impossible dream for countless years.’

Death and reincarnation weren’t frightening. Bell Fish stepped forward, a single thought consuming her mind: ’Bai Mo and Snow have a real chance to make the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List. They absolutely cannot die here.’

’Since I’m useless and have no Talent, and I’ll never get that fated moment of Enlightenment, it’s better to die now and let the truly gifted live on.’

’At least I taught them the Hundred Ghosts Dao, so there’s some connection. I wonder... in my next life, when I see the Yin Yang Celestial Pride List, will I know that two of the names on it belonged to people I knew...?’

With this resolve, her aura began to flare. She was ready to fight to the death, and even the four nearby Dao Entry Realm Elders didn’t react immediately.

ROAR—

Suddenly, a Dragon’s Roar erupted. A golden light burst from the young man at the center of the fray. He took a single step into the Supreme Elder’s kill zone, but with that one step, time and space seemed to reverse. The Spirit Charm that the Supreme Elder had already unleashed was instantly forced back, as if it had accidentally trespassed into another’s Dao Realm and was now retreating in panic.

In that instant, everyone froze. The pressure on their shoulders vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of reverence, like an ant gazing upon the sun.

The Nether Dark Spirit Charm around Bell Fish was swept away by a gust of wind. The other Elders, slow on the uptake, stared dumbfounded, watching blankly as the unarmed young man walked to within ten paces of the Supreme Elder.

"You... you," the Supreme Elder stuttered, stunned. He glanced at his own hands, then his eyes widened as he glared at Jiang Qiu, pointing a trembling finger at him. "What’s happening? What is this? Why isn’t my Realm working? Why is it being suppressed?!"

He had never encountered anything like this; he had barely even heard of it. Only in legends could someone of a sufficiently high cultivation Realm completely suppress a Low Realm cultivator’s Realm.

But he was a powerhouse at the Peak of Dao Entry Realm! Even if he had run into a master of the Fusion Realm, it was impossible that he wouldn’t even have a chance to resist.

At the very least, he should have been able to summon his Realm, even if it were only to see it shattered to pieces.

But now, he couldn’t summon his Realm at all. It was as if this entire area was the other party’s territory, and daring to manifest his own Realm was like trespassing on forbidden land—strictly forbidden.

’How could anyone be so tyrannical!’

The more he thought about it, the more furious he became, yet his back was soaked with cold sweat. His eyes, cloudy and chaotic, were fixed on Jiang Qiu, but he still couldn’t discern his opponent’s cultivation Realm.

But that Dragon’s Roar from moments ago had awakened a primal fear deep within his heart!

"There are countless Daos, and you have chosen the path to your own death," Jiang Qiu said, slowly raising his right hand, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "For disregarding the rules to target us, and for your connection to BaKi... you must die."

BANG!

A deafening bang erupted. The ground beneath Jiang Qiu suddenly shattered. Four streaks of light shot out, turning into a Gale that scattered the dust. The Supreme Elder vanished, reappearing a hundred meters away as his body carved a deep fissure into the ground.

Jiang Qiu was holding the Supreme Elder by the neck, having slammed him into the ground. Amidst the swirling dust, his opponent’s back was completely embedded in the earth, a large patch of his hair ground away.

Dragon Scales now covered his body, revealing his twice-transformed Dragon Body. An even more ancient and potent pressure descended upon the Secret Realm, sending countless people into a panic.

"Dragon Race bloodline? Holy shit, isn’t that the Ancient Demon Clan that vanished ages ago?!"

"Holy fuck, who the hell is this guy? He’s pinning the Supreme Elder with just one hand!"

"Is that really a Direct Disciple? I doubt even the Sect Leader is this strong! Is he a peerless expert of the Fusion Realm?!"

"He can’t be in the Fusion Realm... He’s probably not, right? Impossible..."

"With that kind of power, does it even matter if he’s in the Fusion Realm? Even the Supreme Elder can’t open his Realm when facing him. What Dao Entry Realm cultivator could possibly resist him?"

"If his opponents can’t even summon their Realms, doesn’t that make him invincible below the Fusion Realm?!"

As this thought dawned on the crowd, Bell Fish’s Soul trembled. Beneath her mask, she gently bit her lip, her expression complex as she whispered, "Invincible below the Fusion Realm..."

To be invincible below the Fusion Realm meant that not even the strongest expert in the Hundred Ghosts Sect was his opponent. It meant that throughout the entire Yin Yang Great Realm, it would be difficult to find a Celestial Pride of the same Realm who could fight him.

’I brought such a powerhouse here through the Yin Yang Summoned Life... but did I really teach him?’

’Of course not. This is the bloodline of the Dragon Race.’

’Which means... a powerhouse like him was willing to be my Direct Disciple for three years...’

"So, I didn’t need to worry after all," she said with a relieved smile, slowly descending back to the ground. "He’s already this strong."

Clearly, he wasn’t using a Secret Technique from the Hundred Ghosts Dao. His physical strength was simply that immense—a hallmark of the Dragon Race, whose bodies were brutally, invincibly powerful.

Even for those who pursued pure physical power or bodily sanctification, the upper limits of the Dragon Race were unimaginably high. They were a powerful race from a bygone era, spoken of only in ancient histories.

’But... why was the Supreme Elder’s Realm suppressed to the point that he couldn’t release even a sliver of its power? I’ve never heard of the Dragon Race having such an ability...’