801: Chapter 212: National Fate… Dragon Turtle!
801: Chapter 212: National Fate… Dragon Turtle!
Emperor Luan’s puppet murmured incoherently for a long while before it recovered from its shutdown.
A flash of authority passed through its eyes, followed by a deep voice, “I am the Lord of the Sealed Emperor; who dares to meddle in the affairs of the Seal Emperor?”
It had no preset instructions on how to deal with Ji Feixue.
When the puppet had been left behind, it had already been fighting in the Mystery Huang World for a hundred thousand years.
At that time, it could only roughly estimate Ji Feixue’s combat power, assuming her to be more formidable than itself, but it had never imagined that Ji Feixue could slash open its Great Array with a single sword.
This was within the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky!
To prevent divination, he didn’t even bring out the dragon scales and simply left the puppet in the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky for refining.
Events in the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky were beyond divination, this was common knowledge!
Being merely a puppet, Ji Feixue had not the slightest inclination to respond; she raised her hand slightly, and it was as if someone pulled Emperor Luan’s puppet by the chest toward her.
The puppet’s entire body trembled mid-air, and a scene unfolded in front of it, revealing its events of the past nine thousand years in an instant.
Over these nine thousand years, the puppet had done nothing but refine dragon scales without ever leaving the array.
Emperor Luan had thrown it out of his sleeve, discarding it into this Big Array to begin its task automatically.
The memories did not reveal whether the foolish dragon had been slain by Emperor Luan.
Though even if not, it wouldn’t be unconnected.
It’s only fair.
Hadn’t the Little Master also slain the Third Emperor’s Son of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace?
The First Prince was still abandoned in the Mystery Huang World, and it seemed the Crown Prince could not escape his fate either.
Yet, Emperor Luan had a bit of a problem.
After this, Emperor Luan would probably never leave the Sealed Emperor Great World again.
Neither the Mountain and River Ding nor the National Fortune Divine God Dragon would ever leave his side.
But what of that?
If she, Ji Feixue, wanted to kill, she would shatter the entire Sealed Emperor Great World if the national fortune interfered!
Ji Feixue’s gaze was calm as the puppet before her disintegrated like fluttering paper pieces.
A terrifyingly powerful explosion formed inside the puppet’s body, but Ji Feixue slapped open a crack in the void with her hand, sucking in both the explosion and the puppet.
“Ya Ya, wait for me!” Ji Feixue reassured Ya Ya and stepped forward, reaching for the dragon scales on the altar.
Refined by Emperor Luan’s puppet for nine thousand years without a single change, the scales suddenly flew up the moment Ji Feixue reached for them, voluntarily landing in her hand.
The large scales, held in Ji Feixue’s hand, appeared like a shield.
A feeling of blood kinship radiated from the dragon scales.
All dragons in the world are descendants of the Dragon Ancestor, even if they transformed from carps or serpents into Divine God Dragons, bearing the bloodline of the Dragon Ancestor.
Not to mention, Ji Feixue herself possessed half of the Divine God Blood from her mother and had consumed a Red Demon Transformation Fruit.
The purity of her bloodline was unimaginably profound.
Even so, this was Ji Feixue’s first contact with the Dragon Ancestor’s Dragon Scale.
The Dragon Ancestor was not the current old ancestor of the dragon clan, but the origin of the dragon clan, existing countless eons ago.
It was rumored that the Dragon Ancestor’s era was both cursed and blessed.
It was unclear whether obtaining this dragon scale was a fortune or a misfortune.
What use was it to hold it?
The dragon scale contained an incredibly pure bloodline power.
If handled skillfully, it could transform a completely unrelated living creature into a Divine Dragon through refining its bloodline.
Emperor Luan’s seizure of the dragon scale likely aimed at this—putting aside everything else, just this dragon scale could materialize his National Fortune Divine Dragon.
If refined into his body simultaneously, Emperor Luan had the chance to transform freely between dragon and human forms, much like Ji Feixue.
Ji Feixue pondered deeply.
Suddenly, she turned her head and saw Ya Ya startle at a distance; behind her, the outline of the National Fortune Dragon appeared.
Originally circling quietly, the dragon now grew restless, letting out a long roar into the sky and circling over Ya Ya’s head, its aura constantly rising.
It wasn’t that the National Fortune Dragon had grown stronger, but rather it seemed as if it were being purified.
The previously blurry scales and dragon mane were now solidifying little by little, as if truly materializing.
Could the dragon scale have such a significant effect?
Just seeing it once had this kind of impact?
Ji Feixue was skeptical, a divine light flashing in her eyes.
That’s not right!
There was someone nearby using other means to enhance the quality of Ya Ya’s National Fortune Dragon!
The Dragon Turtle Tribe?
Probably not.
The National Fortune Dragon was related only to the territory and its people.
Unless the Dragon Turtle Tribe truly joined Changfeng City wholeheartedly and as subjects, it wouldn’t significantly improve the National Fortune Dragon.
What was this technique?
As the aura of the dragon continued to rise, Ji Feixue’s expression darkened.
The National Fortune Dragon, unlike others, could not be falsified.
One had to steadily develop the territory, wealth, governance, military, culture, law…
all aspects should be gradually improved to slowly gather its essence.
One must gradually comprehend the Imperial’s Tao to truly control the national fortune and transcend it—only when the nation collapses, yet the Tao still prevails, does one truly step onto the Imperial’s Tao.
Using deceptive means now to enhance the National Fortune Dragon was severing Ya Ya’s path!
Ji Feixue lunged forward, pointing at the dragon.
But the moment her finger touched the dragon, it let out a painful cry and shattered.
The entire dragon burst before Ji Feixue, transforming into the purest essence of national fortune.
The national fortune essence gradually gathered and eventually became a pristine white—egg!
Ji Feixue stood still.
“Guiwang Mountain?”
This was not the obliteration of Ya Ya’s National Fortune Dragon, but rather the reorganization and recondensation of the national fortune, followed by a rebirth.
From the dragon’s shattering to its reorganization, Ji Feixue recognized the technique of Guiwang Mountain, someone from Guiwang Mountain executing the method across the distance.