Chapter 224: The Coiling Dragon Abyss, the Dragon Soul Tree

Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

The Nine Dragons Realm.

One of the cultivation worlds that had taken in part of Xianzhou Star's cultivators after the Immortal Continent Star System was destroyed.

Because legend said that in ancient times, nine dragons had once coiled here, committing countless evils, and were ultimately slain by a Heavenly Immortal.

Leaving behind nine dragon-fall sites.

Hence the name.

At this moment, dusk had fallen, the setting sun like blood.

Within Curled Dragon Mountain, named after one of the slain ancient nine dragons, the Coiling Dragon—

Several figures stood amid the setting sun.

One of them removed the sword case from his back and gave it a pat.

From within the case, a flying sword with a Chi Dragon totem carved at its hilt soared into the air, its sword light surging like breath itself.

And within that single breath, it seemed to resonate with something in the mountain.

Thus, after a moment, a whistle.

The sword light swept forth like a dragon, shooting instantly toward a certain abyss within the mountain.

Watching the Chi Dragon Flying Sword streak away, the group was not alarmed but delighted, exchanging smiles.

"Let's go."

"The Chi Dragon Sword has already found the Coiling Dragon Abyss."

"Everyone, hurry and follow."

Before the words had fully left his mouth, several figures chased after the departing Chi Dragon Flying Sword in unison.

They traveled swiftly, and before long arrived at an abyss shrouded in miasma.

The Chi Dragon Flying Sword did not stop, flying straight into the miasma.

But gazing at the endless, unbroken miasma before them, the group all halted their steps.

"The miasma contains dragon-breath baleful aura."

"We cannot enter rashly."

"Fellow Daoists, does anyone have a way to break this miasma?"

The Chi Dragon Flying Sword's master looked around and asked in a low voice.

"Senior Brother."

"A mere miasma. Leave it to me."

The speaker was a woman as beautiful as peach and plum blossoms.

She parted her red lips slightly, and with a flick of her tongue, a tiny crimson flying sword whistled into the air.

In the biting wind, it grew the moment it met the air, rousing dragon roars.

In but a moment, it had become a Crimson Dragon Flying Sword wreathed in blazing flames, a fire dragon faintly coiling within.

The instant the Crimson Dragon Flying Sword appeared, the woman chuckled lightly and waved her hand.

Sword qi like fire, dragon roars bellowing, it slashed down upon the miasma in an instant.

As if fire and water had collided.

Thick black smoke billowed upward.

Faintly visible within the black smoke were rice-grain-sized creatures, coiled like tree roots yet winged on their backs, dragon-shaped beings roaring and raging.

But they were quickly annihilated by the fire-like sword qi.

"What a vicious beast."

"It has already fallen for countless tens of thousands of years."

"Yet a wisp of dragon breath still lingers, its remnant will undying?"

Someone exclaimed, finding it unbelievable, mistaking it for the lingering will of the Coiling Dragon.

And the woman who had sacrificed the Crimson Dragon Flying Sword, its sword qi like fire, burning a path straight through the dragon-breath miasma, spoke with a laugh.