Chapter 27: Burning Luojing Mountain

Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

A cold voice echoed across Mount Luojing. Zhao Zijing instinctively looked toward the sound, and saw a pillar of fire formed from nine dragons blotting out the sky, descending from above, just like in a dream.

"No!"

Zhao Zijing was instantly horrified, his soul nearly fleeing his body. Instinctively, he gathered his courage and unleashed every spell he had mastered.

In that instant.

Ice, wind, earth collapse, fire, thunder…

All the various spells Zhao Zijing had cultivated in his lifetime erupted madly.

But it was useless. All of it was useless.

The nine-dragon fire pillar falling from the sky was magnificent and vast, incredibly powerful, possessing the might to break all methods with a single one.

Though Zhao Zijing unleashed over twenty kinds of spells in one breath, all of them collapsed on contact.

Spells cultivated through a condensed Nine Talisman Formation, compared to spells cultivated from a single Talisman Seed, seemed on paper to be only nine times stronger.

But in truth, it was an all-around suppression.

After a Nine Talisman Formation transformed into a divine ability, it was called a Divine Prohibition.

Its power was so great that in the cultivation world, there were even claims that one who mastered a Divine Prohibition could reverse the nine realms and slay above their level.

Meaning, after mastering one Divine Prohibition, even if the gap was nine minor realms, one still had hope of victory in battle.

Though Zhao Zijing had already reached Qi Refining perfection, with hope of Foundation Establishment.

But everything Zhao Zijing had learned in his life was utterly mediocre. He hadn't even managed to earn the status of an Elite Disciple of the Immortal Academy.

Relying on a pile of spells cultivated from single Talisman Seeds to resist the Ninefold True Fire that Lin Qi had cultivated through a condensed Nine Talisman Formation.

Was simply a fool's dream.

No.

Rather, even in a dream, Zhao Zijing couldn't block it.

"No, you can't kill me!"

"I am a member of the Zhao Clan, my Ancestor is a Golden Core!"

"I am about to succeed in Foundation Establishment, extending my lifespan by eight hundred years."

"My future Golden Core is within reach."

"I— agh!"

Amid a miserable scream, the nine-dragon fire pillar utterly crushed the storm of spells Zhao Zijing had unleashed. It roared through the air, like a heaven-and-earth furnace woven from the flames of a Great Sun.

It fell into the mountain, and in an instant, firelight surged into the sky.

The raging flames illuminated the entire sky above Luojing.

"Fire!"

"A great fire!"

"Your Majesty, Mount Luojing has suddenly caught fire!"

In the midst of chaos, Zhao Ming'an didn't even have time to throw on his dragon robe. Barefoot, he hurriedly ran out of his bedchamber.

Gazing at Mount Luojing, burning with raging flames, as if the entire mountain had turned into a sea of fire.

Zhao Ming'an was both shocked and afraid. Instinctively, he wanted to rush over and see what was happening.

But a thought stirred in his heart, and he stopped his steps, calling over—