The Green Emperor rules the years, and all sounds cease!
The Black Emperor commands the waters, the residual rain leaves no trace!
The Fire Emperor scorches the heavens, the karmic fire is a red lotus!
The Gold Emperor splits the sky, with unparalleled sharpness!
The Earth Emperor carries all, with boundless weight!
The five emperors’ imperial robes and Dharma bodies manifest together!
Through the indirect nourishnt of the demonic thought coral energy and the refinent of many Second Nirvana masters’ essences, the final trace of the earth elent opportunity finally reaches perfection, and the Earth Emperor’s Dharma body is fully consolidated!
The five emperors patrol the heavens, the five elents cycle, mutually generating and restraining each other. A grand and flawless power, enough to shake heaven and earth, descends with a roar.
The five Dharma bodies operate freely, and as Xu Guang’s mind turns, the five emperors’ Dharma bodies simultaneously take a step toward him.
Xu Guang’s main body rges with the five emperors’ Dharma bodies, and he holds his hands in a void embrace, a giant, slowly rotating five-elent grindstone appearing before him.
The grindstone, divided into five colors corresponding to the five elents, turns as if it could crush all things under heaven and return them to chaos!
...
...
Outside the mystical sea, in the Canghai Cyan Dragon Race Holy Land, within Qingye’s palace.
Qingye, who was sitting on the crystal throne with eyes closed in concentration, vaguely sensing Xu Guang’s state through the Soul Blood Pursuing Soul Order, suddenly opened his eyes!
The dragon-shaped rune on his forehead, which shares the sa origin as the imprint on Xu Guang’s brow, now felt like a branding iron, suddenly becoming hot and painful!
What’s more alarming is that the previously clear soul connection between him and Xu Guang, which could be felt even in the mystical sea, is being forcibly interfered with and eroded by a very strange, cold, and ominous power!
"What’s going on?!"
Qingye sprang up, his handso face showing uncertainty for the first ti.
He attempted to forcibly stabilize the connection, activating the Saint Heir privileges and his own dragon soul, majestic dragon might instantly filling the entire palace, drawing the attention of the guards outside.
In his "perception," the crimson anchor point representing Xu Guang’s location now seed to be splattered with thick ink, rapidly turning pitch black and blurry!
Moreover, a backlash force surged along the soul connection, not purely powerful, but imbued with a kind of... disdain, lifelessness, as if it could pollute all vitality and order!
"What kind of power is this?!" Qingye’s heart surged with shock and waves, his divine soul shuddered involuntarily and repelled upon contact with that backlash demonic thought, as if encountering a natural enemy!
He tried to see clearly, to analyze, but the nature of that demonic thought was too bizarre, seemingly existing outside the rules of this world. His divine thought probing into it felt like a stone sinking into the sea, only sensing cold, rejection, "void," and "chaos!"
"Xu Guang?! How could he possibly possess such power?!" Qingye was astonished and angry, more so in disbelief. What had happened in the mystical sea? Xu Guang not only survived but his strength surged, even acquiring an eerie ability to pollute and isolate the Soul Blood Pursuing Soul Order?
He frantically channeled mana, the dragon rune on his forehead shone brightly, attempting to break through the demonic thought blockade and reestablish a clear connection.
A faint dragon chant echoed, the boundless dragon might attempting to dispel the stubborn "ominousness" clinging like a bone-deep ailnt.
However, all was in vain.
That demonic thought, like the toughest filth, tightly wrapped around and perated every inch of the soul connection.
In his perception "vision," the point representing Xu Guang’s position grew darker, from dark red to pitch black, ultimately... lost all color, becoming a "void" that seemingly devoured all perception!
Imdiately—
"Bang!"
Like a snapped string, or a shattered mirror.
Qingye’s body trembled violently, and the light of the dragon rune on his forehead dimd instantly, while the sense of the Soul Blood Pursuing Soul Order, which had been connected to him and entwined for over a decade, vanished completely!
Not shielded, not interfered, but... fundantally erased and devoured!
An unprecedented sense of emptiness and backlash hit, Qingye let out a muffled grunt, his face turned slightly pale, his divine soul suffered a slight tremor.
This injury was negligible for him, but the psychological impact was enormous.
He stood frozen before the throne, pupils contracted, his face filled with extre astonishnt, shock, and a trace of... fright that even he did not want to acknowledge.
The Soul Blood Pursuing Soul Order, a secret of the Cyan Dragon Race, once planted, could not be completely removed by anyone other than a Saint.
Yet now, it was completely resolved by Xu Guang, at the First Nirvana realm, using a thod he could not comprehend at all!
This ant he could no longer precisely locate Xu Guang, having lost the most effective ans of tracking him.
More so, it ant Xu Guang mastered an unknown power potentially threatening to the Cyan Dragon Race’s secret techniques, and possibly even more terrifying!
"Xu! Guang!"
Qingye squeezed the na through his teeth, his handso face subtly twisted with extre anger and a hidden hint of unease.
His fists clenched, knuckles whitened, the uncontrolled dragon might around him shattered the expensive coral decorations within the palace.
He felt as if he had beco a joke.
Years of plotting, the prestige of a Saint Heir, seed to be trampled underfoot by Xu Guang’s sudden, unbelievable thods.
"No matter what opportunity you’ve gained, what dark arts you’ve mastered... you must die!" The killing intent in Qingye’s eyes boiled, almost becoming tangible, "The mystical sea can’t hold you, then wait until you erge! I’ll see how long you can hide! The day you leave the mystical sea will be your death day!"
Although he lost the ans of tracking, he was sure Xu Guang would eventually leave the mystical sea. Outside, the power of the Cyan Dragon Race, and his own as the Saint Heir, would not be as restricted as within the mystical sea. He swore to personally tear Xu Guang apart and extract his divine soul to find out what strange thods he used today!
In the vast hall, only Qingye’s heavy breathing and the lingering fierce dragon might reflected his extrely unsettled mind.
The na Xu Guang, like a poisonous thorn, lodged deeper into his heart, bringing unprecedented killing intent, and a trace of... dread even he wasn’t fully aware of.
...
In the Sea Eye.
The Dragon Elephant and Yan Ruge were walking.
"More and more people from the Sea Tribe are appearing."
Yan Ruge spoke up.
"It seems we are getting closer to the exit."
The Dragon Elephant spoke.
The Sea Tribe enters from outside, and they fear getting lost in the Sea Eye. The more Sea Tribe people there are, the closer it indicates the exit is.
A trace of a smile appeared on Yan Ruge’s face at last.
Trapped in the mystical sea for nearly ten years, she did not know what situation the outside world was in currently.
Walking all this way, she did not know how she managed to make it out from within.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel a bit grateful to Xu Guang.
In the mystical sea, she was taken care of by him. Even now, beside her, the Dragon Elephant was looking after her because of him.
Otherwise, she might not have made it this far.
Thinking of Xu Guang, Yan Ruge sighed.
She didn’t know how he was doing now, being hunted by the Sea Tribe...
If they couldn’t find a way out, that might actually be a good thing...
Indeed, if they found the right path...
That might not be a good thing.
...
Winds and clouds rise in the Sea Eye.
But outside wasn’t peaceful either.
With a loud roar, beneath a clear blue sky, a gigantic teorite was seen coming from beyond the heavens.
Countless sea monsters wailed and roared, but they were helpless before this scene of natural disaster.
Until a crisp dragon roar was heard, followed by a dragon head as grand as mountains erging from the sea.
The enormous dragon head carried a ferocious intent.
"Tianwu!! What do you an? Is your Demon Hunter clan starting a war with my Sea Tribe?"
"Qingfu, after all these years, you’re still as stupid as ever."
The Tianwu True King smiled as he looked at a Saint Realm from the Cyan Dragon Tribe.
"It’s not my responsibility to start wars, but my disciple Xu Guang is missing, and I need your help finding him."
Qingfu transford into a ray of spiritual light, the whole world turned to a chaotic hue, with the Saint’s presence, the heavens showed anomalies.
A mont later, a tall youth with small dragon horns on his head appeared.
"Your disciple is missing, what does that have to do with my Cyan Dragon Tribe? I advise you to leave early, lest you attract our tribal elders."
Qingfu’s eyes held a trace of apprehension. The Tianwu True King was difficult to deal with, or rather, anyone in Martial Dao who reached sainthood was difficult to deal with.
He didn’t want to engage in combat with him.
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