Chapter 1 The Rise

A touch of orange-red sun slowly rose from where the sky met the sea.

In that instant, the fiery sun scattered golden patches on the sea, illuminating the dark surface.

At that moment, it was a breathtaking sight.

Ye Chuxiao looked at the beauty splashed between the sky and the sea, and exhaled a long breath of stagnant air.

The night was over, but there was still no sign of the dragon's fall.

Ye Chuxiao recalled Ye Chuqi's explanation of the dragons in this world.

Dragons are an extremely special existence in any world.

They often exist between demons and gods, sometimes even as devils. Their attributes and perceptions are diverse, but what remains the same is that any kind, any perception of a dragon, possesses excellent talent and an exceptionally long lifespan compared to other cultivators.

But in the Wild Struggle Realm, a dragon... is first and foremost a person.

All dragons are transformed from humans.

This distinguishes them from ordinary, unintelligent demonic beasts.

Those who awaken the dragon bloodline will have the power to transform into a dragon on their day of adulthood.

And those 'people' who possess the power of dragon transformation are exceptionally talented in cultivation and have an advantage in lifespan compared to ordinary cultivators.

Generally speaking, if they don't die prematurely, cultivators who have awakened the dragon bloodline and possess the power of dragon transformation can live to be around one hundred and fifty years old, and some will live even longer, but no more than two hundred years old.

Compared to other dragons in the myriad realms, this lifespan is pathetically short.

But in the Wild Struggle Realm, it is unique, so cultivators with dragon bloodlines are particularly envied. There was even a period of "dragon blood fever" in the Wild Struggle Realm.

Many cultivators were keen to study dragon bloodlines, wanting to transplant the bloodline, or befriend people with dragon bloodlines to give birth to offspring.

Until later, because of the proliferation of dragon bloodlines, many awakened mixed-blood dragons became particularly manic and violent, forming the Dragon Blood Catastrophe that wreaked havoc throughout the Wild Struggle Realm. Only then did this dragon blood fever stop. From then on, cultivators and cultivator families with dragon bloodline inheritance once again fell silent in the Wild Struggle Realm.

Most of them returned to the Four Seas, and some converged into rivers and lakes, becoming masters of the various great marshes.

"A dragon with gold in its mouth, falling from the sky, is the result of a chance event, but I know nothing about the cause, process, and reason for this."

"After all, Ye Chuqi only told me some well-known anecdotes that he knew. He didn't know in advance that he would travel back in time to his youth, so how could he know the details of casually heard news?" Ye Chuxiao sighed again.

Then he looked at the waves lapping against the rocks under the cliff.

In the waves, two people were struggling in the sea.

Ye Chuxiao looked familiar with one of them. After a closer look, he remembered that it was the jianghu hero he had met once before.

Unlike the previous group who were banding together with great momentum,

The two who were swimming in the sea were extremely disheveled, and obviously injured.

They were even running out of strength. Although the huge waves under the cliff by the sea were surging, they should have been ignored by cultivators.

But they could only struggle in the waves, unable to climb ashore.

Ye Chuxiao pointed to a vine beside him.

The vine quickly grew and spread, reaching under the cliff and pulling the two out of the sea.

Breaking out of the sea and landing on the cliff, the jianghu hero, who was originally wearing a black cloak, but now only had a close-fitting gray cloth short coat on his body, struggled to crawl up, panting heavily, spitting out the accumulated water from his stomach, and after retching, he recovered a little strength. Without seeing Ye Chuxiao clearly, he reluctantly cupped his hands and sat on the ground, gasping for breath and said, "Thank... Thank you for saving me!"

"My name is Han Daohang, and this is my brother Feng Yuanlu. Thank you, benefactor, for saving us."

After panting a few more times, the man quickly raised his head and looked at Ye Chuxiao, with a hint of realization.

Then he said, "But benefactor! This place is not suitable to stay for long. We miscalculated the strength of Old Devil Dongli. He is chasing us two brothers. We dare not implicate you."

Ye Chuxiao couldn't help but feel a little more fond of the jianghu hero.

When he met this person last time, he refused his invitation, and he did not pester him, but left directly.

At this time, he also took the initiative to remind him, obviously not wanting to involve innocent people.

"Not bad! It seems that I didn't save the wrong person."

"However, the Old Devil Dongli you mentioned has already arrived!"

Ye Chuxiao sat on a large rock by the sea, seemingly dozing, but in fact he was always in a state of full alert.

At this time, he had entered the Wisdom Realm, and his mental power was strong. He could easily release his mind and quickly and almost completely integrate into the environment by constantly adjusting his rhythm.

The wind in the mountain stream was his ears, the trees on the mountain were his eyes, and the tide of the sea was his nose.

The Old Devil Dongli mentioned by the jianghu hero appeared earlier than them.

It's just that the other party also sensed that Ye Chuxiao was not easy to deal with, so he had been hiding in the dark, constantly peeping at Ye Chuxiao, looking for flaws, and struggling and tangled whether to be an enemy of Ye Chuxiao.

Now that Ye Chuxiao had seen through him, the Old Devil Dongli could no longer hide.

"Good cultivation, good temperament, it seems that you are also here for me!"

A cold voice rang out from a mountain col on the side.

Suddenly, a figure 'grew' out of the rocks.

The man was wearing a green robe, which danced wildly in the wind, but without a sound.

At the same time, his aura was also very ethereal.

Although the person was standing there, the feeling he gave was that he was just a refracted shadow.

Ye Chuxiao was a little stunned when he looked at this person.

Through his spiritual eyes, peeping at the spiritual light, Ye Chuxiao seemed to see an old but sturdy old dragon behind the Old Devil Dongli.

"He is a dragon... No! He is a cultivator with the dragon bloodline who can transform into a dragon."

"Could it be that he is the one who fell with the gold in his mouth?" Ye Chuxiao thought.

"If the Old Devil Dongli is the protagonist of the dragon fall, where did the 'gold' in his mouth come from? And who knocked him down from the sky?" Ye Chuxiao had another question.

But before Ye Chuxiao could come up with a possibility, the Old Devil Dongli had already taken the lead and attacked Ye Chuxiao.

A manic dragon roar sounded, with the power to shock the mind.

At the same time, the huge dragon claws that changed between reality and illusion, burning with green flames, had already covered Ye Chuxiao.

The dragon claws flew, getting bigger and bigger in the wind. From Ye Chuxiao's perspective, the huge dragon claws almost completely blocked his vision, giving him a sense of covering the sky with one hand.

The dragon claws were covered with flames, but the vegetation around Ye Chuxiao was rapidly withering.

The rocks were also coated with a layer of poisonous frost.

This flame was not only poisonous, but also a product of reversing the innate attributes, possessing an unavoidable cold.

Ordinary people, even if they only touched a trace of it, would probably have their blood frozen all over their bodies in an instant, and then be corroded by the poison, with no chance of survival.

Ye Chuxiao waved his sleeve and swept the jianghu hero and his companion aside to a safe place.

Although he was still sitting in the same place, the sword in his hand had already jumped out of its scabbard, and at the same time, he struck out with his sword.

Ye Chuxiao's sword momentum was very similar to the sword that Zong Hou had swung after breaking into the Wisdom Realm.

At first, it was the image of a raging fire burning the sky.

Then there was a red sun hanging high, scorching all living beings.

Under the overlook of this blazing sun, any insidious and evil things would disappear.

Han Xingdao and his companion curled up on the side, and when they saw Ye Chuxiao's sword strike, they immediately showed expressions of worship and horror.

With their cultivation and realm, they could not see or perceive the difference between the vast blazing sun falling from Ye Chuxiao's sword and the real sun that had already jumped out above the sky.

The blade cut through the dragon claws with green poisonous flames, and Ye Chuxiao's sword continued forward with majesty.

The Old Devil Dongli opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of foul wind, transforming his originally old face into a ferocious dragon head.

Where the foul wind passed, everything decayed, and even the blazing sun that fell from Ye Chuxiao's sword was corroded and shattered.

Only Ye Chuxiao's Yuanyang Precious Saber, after a clear cry, shook off the filthy air attached to it that was trying to continue to corrode it, and flew back into Ye Chuxiao's palm.

It seemed that they had only exchanged one move.

But the Old Devil Dongli still fell into a disadvantage.

Because Ye Chuxiao's sword was only meant to contain him.

The real killing move was the surrounding array that had already gathered.

At this time, from the Old Devil Dongli's perspective, the mountains seemed to be rising one by one, and then looking down at him together, trying to suppress him under these mountains and vast seas.

"There is such a large array here?"

"What madman? Actually wasted resources and time to build such a large array in this desolate mountain?" The Old Devil Dongli was shocked. With a turn and a flash, he no longer thought about killing Ye Chuxiao, but wholeheartedly wanted to escape... before this large array was completely closed.

Even the most confident cultivator would not dare to enter a large array that had been set up in advance by an opposing cultivator whose realm was equivalent to his own.

That was not a matter of courting death, it was simply dancing on the head of the King of Hell, and dancing the horse-riding dance.

"This old dragon... has a strong breath. He seems to be a poisonous dragon. Even if such a poisonous dragon has gold in its mouth, it would only pollute it!"

"So, it's not this dragon?"

"However, even if it's not him, it should be related to him." Ye Chuxiao clapped his palms, and the large array completely closed.

The Old Devil Dongli, who had transformed into a dragon body and wanted to forcibly break out of the array, was like a loach trapped in a net, struggling in vain.

His figure was constantly shrinking. Between Ye Chuxiao's palms, he had been pressed by the weight of the mountains and could not move.

In the eyes of others, what was pressing on the Old Devil Dongli was not layers of mountains, but only some stones.

At first glance, it looked like he was lying on the ground with stones on his back, and then letting out bursts of old dragon wails.

The wailing sound traveled far, far away with the beating of the sea waves.

Ye Chuxiao waved his hand and sealed Han Daohang's hearing and vision.

Then he walked to the Old Devil Dongli.

"Tell me, why did you appear here?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

The Old Devil Dongli looked at Ye Chuxiao with resentment. The dragon head, which had actually shrunk many times in Ye Chuxiao's eyes, was constantly swaying and struggling, as if hitting the rocks.

Although Ye Chuxiao was already a cultivator in the Wisdom Realm, it was impossible for him to really move a few mountains.

He was only borrowing the momentum and charm of the mountains.

The Old Devil Dongli was hitting like this, actually wanting to shake the mountains that were pressed up in his 'heart', and then use this to destroy the strictness of the formation and break through the layers of energy blockade.

Seeing that the Old Devil Dongli was ignoring him and just struggling to escape, Ye Chuxiao pinched his fingers.

Two talismans spread out in his palm.

In an instant, at the top of the mountains in Dongli's eyes, endless thunder spread and shone.

These thunderbolts were like whips in the hands of giants.

With each shake of the giant, the thunderbolts struck down, hitting his scales fiercely.

Intense pain spread directly from his body to his soul.

This was not a pure thunder force, but also mixed with a powerful mental attack.

"Aww...!" The Old Devil Dongli once again let out an extremely strong cry of pain.

Ye Chuxiao did not deliberately prevent this sound from spreading.

He wanted to see if this old devil had any companions.

After whipping him dozens of times, the old devil was already covered in wounds.

"Don't... Don't hit me! I'll talk!"

"I was chased and killed to this place."

"I was seriously injured and fled all the way here." The old devil said intermittently.

Ye Chuxiao sneered: "Seriously injured? You look very energetic to me."

"You still have the energy to lie. It seems you really want to be seriously injured."

The old devil immediately said: "Don't! Don't do it. I was seriously injured before, but because I had stored an old sea cucumber that had been growing for thousands of years without transforming into an essence, I ate it and got better. I deliberately spread the news so that my enemy would come after me, and I could set up a trap in advance to imprison and kill him here."

After hearing this, Ye Chuxiao suddenly felt a little speechless.

This old devil... his luck is really bad!

He planned to set a trap here to harm his enemy.

But he would not have thought that someone had already set up a powerful array in this place long before, and captured him in one fell swoop.

"Who is your enemy?"

"Is it also a dragon?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

The Old Devil Dongli said: "Yes! He has the bloodline of the Gilt Gold Dragon, and I have the bloodline of the Poison Flame Dragon. We were originally from the same clan, but we parted ways many years ago."

"Gilt Gold Dragon... That's right!"

"What is his cultivation?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

The Old Devil Dongli said: "Intent Realm!"

Ye Chuxiao suddenly stood up: "What? Intent Realm? You, a guy whose Wisdom Realm is not yet stable, actually dare to say that you and the Intent Realm are enemies?"

"Who gave you the courage, who gave you the face?"

At the same time, Ye Chuxiao was both vigilant and puzzled.

Everything was right at first!

Now it doesn't match up again!

This Old Devil Dongli may have some trump cards and capital, but the gap in realms is difficult to completely compensate for with external objects.

If the enemy in his mouth is at the Intent Realm, how did he knock him down from the sky?

"Could it be that there are still forces or strong people that I have not counted?"

"Is Dongli not one of the protagonists of the dragon fall event?"