Chapter 1 Dragon Clan Invasion

Roar~~~

Thousands of dragon roars tore through the void, and the darkness beneath the vast, gloomy clouds was illuminated by countless lightning bolts, revealing the dance of majestic dragons of various colors, some with violent auras, others with chilling presence.

The terrifying sound waves expelled all other sounds from the heavens and earth, and even the sound of the morning bell seemed to vanish at this moment.

"Dragon Clan! The Dragon Clan is invading Eastern Continent!"

Within the Myriad Dharma Mountains, hundreds of thousands of Myriad Dharma disciples and elders from various factions gasped, their minds blank.

The dragon roars were fierce, and the army was pressing in!

Substantial dragon might seemed to knead and compress the entire world to its limit, making it nearly impossible for everyone to breathe.

The struggles between myriad races had spanned three thousand years of history. The Human Race had walked a long and arduous path of three thousand years, from weakness to strength.

From the first Sacred Emperor 'Qi' to the last Sacred Emperor 'Ba,' from the first Celestial Venerable 'Zhen Xing' to the last Celestial Venerable 'Guang Long.'

From the first Supreme 'Mo Tian' until now, the Human Race had experienced too much, but that was all in the past.

The last conflict between myriad races was in the Near Ancient Era, but it was quelled by the emergence of Guang Long Supreme. Most of the people present had never imagined that suddenly, a large Dragon Clan force would press upon them!

They had even bypassed all the sects and powerful figures, directly inserted themselves into the heart of the Human Race!

What about the Li Tian Sacred Ground?!

On the shores of the Eastern Sea, the Sacred Ground Li Tian, with Li Tian Sacred Mountain standing at the edge of Eastern Continent for countless years and possessing the Supreme Treasure 'Li Tian Diagram.'

How could they have allowed these Dragon Clan to break through silently?

"The Dragon Clan has indeed arrived..."

Somewhere in the sea of clouds, Qi Cang, unnoticed by the rampaging dragons and the cloud-covered sky, had a glint in his eyes.

This was indeed a major event recorded in his previous life.

Ten thousand dragons borrowed a path, spanning three million six hundred and forty-eight thousand miles, reaching the heart of Eastern Continent, and threatening Myriad Dharma Tower.

He didn't know much about this battle, but he knew it was because this battle was the most dangerous tribulation that 'Great Sun Sacred Body Yuan Du Xiu' encountered before his rise.

After this tribulation, he soared, traversing the world for thousands of years, and faced no further disasters until he reached the top ten of the 'Tower of Tong Tian.'

His rise was marked by turning misfortune into good fortune. Despite numerous defeats, he grew stronger with each battle, becoming one of the most dazzling figures on the Imperial Pole Continent.

"How could the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower..."

The black-robed old man frowned, already sensing something was wrong.

These Dragon Clan were prepared and had already pressed their attack. Yet, the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower hadn't reacted at all, which was very strange.

Was it because of the Heavenly Dragon coiled around the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower?

The old man's mind sank as he took a deep look at the Heavenly Dragon, which seemed to writhe with life, coiled around the bell tower.

"Young Master, what should we do?"

Myriad Dharma Star and Myriad Dharma Tower shared the same roots. Compared to these foreign races, he naturally leaned towards Myriad Dharma Tower.

However, Qi Cang remained unmoved, simply shaking his head, stating that it wasn't the time to act.

"Ah!"

Amidst the rampant dragon roars, the Myriad Dharma Tower elder, who was wielding treasures to attack, screamed. His surging blood energy was instantly crushed, and even his divine will was completely suppressed!

"Has Eastern Continent become a sieve?"

Chu Yunyang watched this scene, his expression becoming solemn, mixed with a hint of sigh.

Before the Ancient Era, amidst all kinds of darkness, the Human Race united and strived forward, unafraid of death for the sake of their race. The sages blazed trails and created the Human Race's eternal legacy.

The Sacred Emperors and Celestial Venerables, though different in their paths, all essentially carried the inheritance of their predecessors.

But now, the Human Race was powerful, occupying seven of the nine continents, surpassing myriad races in strength, yet instead...

"With the Dragon Clan's movement, the other foreign races..."

Zhao Zhen's expression changed, but he showed no fear.

With his and Chu Yunyang's cultivation and status, even if ten thousand dragons attacked, as long as they weren't in the direct line of fire, they could retreat unscathed. Even if they were, they might still be able to escape.

The Dragon Clan had powerful bloodlines, but they weren't invincible. This world ultimately belonged to the Human Race, and Eastern Continent belonged to the Human Race.

It was just that the Dragon Clan were so decisive, daring to invade so brazenly before the changes were complete?

Bang!

The long sleeves fell, and the bell rang eighty times, with only one remaining, but it didn't sound again.

Miao Meng stood in the sky, her red dress billowing with divine light.

Around her, amidst the shifting light and shadows, the Wanlong Zhou (Ten Thousand Dragon Ship) crashed out of the void, its magnificent and sacred aura slowly emerging, as if it was about to be revived upon its appearance.

Buzz~

As the Wanlong Zhou (Ten Thousand Dragon Ship) emerged from the sky, the aura within a hundred thousand miles of the Myriad Dharma Mountains instantly calmed down. The gale subsided, the dust settled, the earth stopped cracking, and the mountains no longer trembled.

In that instant, the world seemed to be divided into two distinct worlds. The sky was filled with dark clouds and ten thousand dragons, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

The earth was silent, and countless cultivators looked up at the sky with various expressions.

Some trembled, some drew their swords, some released their auras, and some mourned in their hearts, their legs shaking.

"So many dragons..."

Yuan Du Xiu stood in the crowd, inconspicuous, but constantly observing the various Dragon Clan in the sky, each with a different appearance but all with majesty.

Comparing them to the essence of his own 'Great Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist,' he felt that although these dragons were powerful, and their appearance, scales, and aura far surpassed those of Jiao dragons.

But he inexplicably felt that they couldn't compare to the dragon-shaped divine intent in the 'Great Sun Ten Thousand Dragon Fist' that his little brother had taught him.

Even though the aura of many Dragon Clan members was far stronger than the latter by tens of millions of times.

"Does the Dragon Clan want to be enemies with our Human Race?"

Miao Meng's red dress fluttered as she pressed down on the morning bell, a trace of deep coldness in her clear eyes.

The grudges between Myriad Dharma Tower, or rather the Human Race, and other foreign races were impossible to erase.

For three million years, the Human Race had killed countless Dragon Clan members, just as the Dragon Clan had slaughtered countless Human Race members. Hatred had long been ingrained in their bones, bloodlines, and souls.

"Enemies with the Human Race?"

In the sky, the crimson golden dragon Ao Wufang flicked its long tail, lightning rolling over its scales, its voice indifferent and cold:

"No, I am borrowing a path today to commemorate our ancestors and welcome their remains back to our ancestral home!"

His gaze lingered on the Wanlong Zhou (Ten Thousand Dragon Ship) for a moment, then fell on the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower.

The Wanlong Zhou (Ten Thousand Dragon Ship) contained Dragon Clan scales, bones, spirits, blessed lands, and flesh. The Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower even contained the essence of a Heavenly Dragon comparable to a Dragon King!

This was the blood and tears of their Dragon Clan, a shame they could never forget for countless years!

"Wishful thinking."

Zhu Gong fell onto the Wanlong Zhou (Ten Thousand Dragon Ship) from the sky, the divine power of his blessed land erupting and pouring into the dragon ship. His hair stood on end, his face filled with cold killing intent:

"The dragon ship contains the blood and souls of my sect's predecessors, how can we give it to you?"

"I shall take it myself!"

Ao Wufang coldly shouted, then his dragon claw descended from the sky.

Crack~

The violently shaking void was instantly shattered by a single claw. Amidst the explosion of gales and clouds for hundreds of miles, the crimson golden dragon claw had already descended.

Seeming to ignore any distance in space, it carried an extremely cold and domineering killing intent.

It crashed down towards Miao Meng!

Bang!

Almost at the same time, an explosion erupted from the viewing platform in the Myriad Dharma Tower, breaking the sect's silence.

Whoosh~

A fierce gale rose from the ground, like a violently spiraling wind dragon roaring and blowing up a vast ocean of blood energy into the sky.

It lifted a figure clad in armor.

Qu Yun stepped into the sky, his expression indifferent. His blood energy was like the sun, erupting with light and heat to dispel the darkness. For a time, light filled the mountains, illuminating all things:

"It's only been a little over a hundred thousand years, and you mudskippers have forgotten the pain and dare to rebel again?"

Qu Yun spoke.

The vast and domineering aura around him was already burning like a tangible rising sun, shaking the void inch by inch with his powerful will.

It scattered the rampaging lightning snakes and thunder dragons.

Turning into a fist print with distinct muscles, extremely fierce and powerful, it soared into the sky, meeting the dragon claw that descended from the sky, as large as a star, carrying endless destructive power!

Bang!

The earth trembled and the sky shook, the shockwave was monstrous, countless dark clouds were torn apart, and Dragon Clan members were sent flying by the shockwave.

Roar!

A dragon roared, seemingly in anger.

"Tyrant Emperor Fist?! You are the Champion Marquis of the Town East Army?!"

Ao Wufang let out a cold shout, his dragon roar reverberating.

Buzz~

Divine light burst out and flickered in the shockwave, instantly tearing apart the domineering fist force.

Amidst the interwoven lightning, it transformed into a red-armored, red-haired youth, his body like fire, his hair like fire, his eyes like fire.

In his palm was a square, eight-sided golden mace.

He raised the golden mace, and his fiery gaze swept across the sky, like a rainbow across the night sky, sweeping across the crowd, lingering on Miao Meng for a moment, and finally landing on Qu Yun.

Killing intent permeated the air:

"Are you out of your mind, or haven't you woken up yet? When my Dragon Clan roamed the Mythic Age, you Human Race were just maggots struggling in the filth!

It is your Human Race who are rebelling!"

Roar~

His voice was cold, and the dragon might in the sky became even more violent, restless, seemingly ready to destroy everything in front of them at any moment.

Hatred!

Undisguised killing intent and hatred filled the sky, tightly oppressing the tens of thousands of miles of the Myriad Dharma Mountains, and isolating the connection between the inside and outside.

"Ao Brother is mistaken."

A sigh came from the Myriad Dharma Tower. Chu Yunyang shook his head slightly and spoke.

He shook his head inwardly.

He didn't have strong ill feelings towards the Dragon Clan, because since his birth, the Dragon Clan members he had seen were either on his plate or in his bed.

However, individual likes and dislikes didn't affect the stance between groups.

Now, seeing them demean the Human Race as maggots, he naturally couldn't tolerate it.

"In the Mythic Age, myriad spirits competed freely, and destiny was uncertain. How can there be high or low?"

Facing the surging tide of cold killing intent, Chu Yunyang's eyes were deep, and he also stepped into the sky, ascending thousands of feet, standing even taller than Qu Yun:

"But now, this is the world of my Human Race, so it is naturally you who are rebelling!"

He spoke with contempt, with undisguised ridicule, seemingly not too concerned about the endless tide of killing intent.

Ao Wufang's gaze sank:

"Kill!!!"

Of the hundred Human Race saints, the current era was led by the Tyrant World Imperial Court. Who among the myriad races didn't know the aura of the Tyrant World Imperial Court?

With just one glance, he recognized Chu Yunyang's identity.

Rumble!

Like thousands of thunder rolling, the dragon roars in the sky shattered, and ten thousand dragons roared, like ten thousand meteors tearing through the universe.

They swooped down, pouring out endless killing intent.