Chapter 273: Slay the Dragon, Rid the Demon!
The Chaotian Palace.
Brilliant radiance spilled across the silent hall.
Reflecting Lu Qingyang’s resolute features.
He sat upon the high seat, a sweeping upheaval churning in his heart.
Today, he had issued an order.
For the Chaotian Sect to establish a brand new Inspection Group.
Its members were all emotionless, desireless Attendant Puppets.
Tasked with patrolling every corner of the Chaotian Realm.
This decision was not made rashly, but was the result of his careful deliberation—
He needed a body of righteous, impartial force to purge the sect’s ills.
To ensure the Chaotian Sect would no longer be shackled by anything in the coming World Ascension.
And after settling the internal affairs of the Chaotian Realm, he had finally begun preparations for World Ascension!
“Boom!”
A tremendous crash split the dawn.
Lu Qingyang’s figure abruptly appeared at the edge of the Chaotian Realm.
He gazed at the crimson formation that shrouded the entire boundary wall of the Chaotian Realm, inwardly sighing.
The Immortal-Severing Formation…
For five hundred years I used this formation to firmly imprison the Chaotian Realm.
Now at last the dawn of breaking it has come.
A resolute light flickered in Lu Qingyang’s eyes, brilliant as the starry sky, bearing the hope and future of the sect on his shoulders.
As the lord of a realm, he well knew the weight of responsibility.
The World Ascension of the Chaotian Realm concerned not only his personal cultivation.
It concerned the very survival of the entire sect.
In his heart, the ascension of others was, in the truest sense, a test of the Chaotian Sect’s overall strength.
He could not let his own combat power be weakened by ascension.
Thus he had used this formation to sever the path of ascension for five hundred years!
And now, as the steps of World Ascension drew ever nearer, Lu Qingyang’s mood grew ever more stirred.
He knew that waiting ahead of him were not only opportunities, but hidden undercurrents and challenges.
“But before the World Ascension, I need to figure out a way to settle that matter.”
Lu Qingyang’s expression suddenly turned cold and stern.
Like a sky abruptly overcast.
A wisp of icy light flickered in his eyes.
As if brewing a storm about to erupt.
His right palm lifted slightly, his fingertips glowing with a translucent white light.
Like white jade covered by the first snow, crystalline and clear, radiating a faint, ghostly sheen.
A hint of solemnity suffused the air, as if even time itself had frozen in this moment.
A single crystalline droplet slowly floated up from his hand.
Like a morning dewdrop, swaying gently, suspended before him.
It glowed with a strange luster, brilliant as a falling star, exuding an aura that made one’s heart tremble.
“You should like this, shouldn’t you?”
Lu Qingyang’s lips curved into a cold smile, yet his eyes held a ruthless resolve.
“Hua la la!”
The droplet swayed, emitting a faint sound.
Like a silver bell lightly struck.
The air around it quivered slightly at its presence.
In that instant, the droplet bloomed with countless motes of silver light, like stars twinkling in the night sky.
Exuding an astonishing might.
This was a treasure he had refined with his own hands, named the Dragon-Subduing Ice Crystal, containing endless cold energy.
Refined specifically for the Dragon Demon within the Chaotian Realm.
All these years, Lu Qingyang had guarded against that Dragon Demon at every moment.
A sense of crisis that could not be ignored rose faintly in his heart.
Now, with World Ascension in sight, he had finally made up his mind—he must slay the dragon of this realm.
Otherwise, once the world ascended, this Dragon Demon would very likely seize the chance to recover its cultivation, bringing unforeseeable disaster.
Now, dwelling in the Middle Thousand World, with Jiangxin’s assistance.
Lu Qingyang’s own cultivation had grown stronger by the day.
His odds of victory were greater than after the World Ascension, no matter what!
Looking at that droplet of ice crystal, he inwardly steeled himself. To slay this dragon, he was confident at last.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang’s heart stirred.
He faced the sky and ordered, “Jiangxin, prepare the power of the Heavenly Dao!”
As the command fell, the surrounding space seemed to quake.
Jiangxin manifested a portion of his will, like a loyal warrior, respectfully answering, “Received, Master!”
“Boom!”
A deafening crash like thunder.
Lu Qingyang’s figure instantly transformed into a streak of flowing light, sweeping past the dawn, flying toward the Demon Domain.
Along the way, his form traced a dazzling arc through the air.
As if tearing apart the tranquility of all things, soaring straight into the clouds.
“Shua shua shua!”
As he sped forward, the power of his shackles surged within him like raging waves.
Transforming into countless flickering Runes that swirled around his body.
Like specks of starlight, both beautiful and mysterious.
These Runes wreathed around him, as if draping him in a layer of radiant armor, bearing his boundless power.
And at this moment, Lu Qingyang’s cultivation seemed to surge in an instant!
Faintly, there were even signs of ascension!
His aura was like surging ocean waves, mighty and unstoppable.
Yet what followed was a deep sense of crisis. He frowned and muttered.
Damn it, I can’t fully release the shackles yet. Otherwise, I might be forcibly ascended.
This sense of crisis was like a thorn lodged deep in his heart, making him feel somewhat displeased.
He could only release a trace of the shackles.
As he flew at extreme speed, the view ahead gradually opened up.
The outlines of a canyon slowly emerged in the morning light.
It was a canyon of unfathomable depth, with towering stone walls rising on both sides.
Like ancient guardians who had weathered a thousand years of wind and rain, standing proudly.
Within it stood a massive Stone Stele.
Its surface covered in complex and mysterious Runes, as if whispering ancient secrets.
Streaks of crimson chains radiating faint light from the Stone Stele shrouded the canyon in an air of mystery.
As if suppressing some extremely terrifying existence!
“Rumble!”
With a deafening boom.
Lu Qingyang’s figure plummeted like a meteor.
His heart was filled with unwavering conviction.
His whole body radiated burning fighting spirit.
The deep canyon seemed to call to him, tempting him to explore the secrets hidden below.
With gravity’s pull, his heartbeat pounded like a war drum, fast and powerful.
When he was still three zhang from the canyon floor, Lu Qingyang suddenly dove downward.
His body transformed into a bolt of lightning, shooting straight at the ground.
“Dong!”
His feet slammed heavily onto the ground, sending dust flying, as if the earth itself had been shaken by the impact.
His gaze was like a blade, cold and sharp, without a trace of hesitation. He rose to his feet and stepped forward resolutely.
Every step was the embodiment of his will, every step like a heavy war drum, echoing through the silent canyon.
“Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!”
With each footfall, the hard cliff face seemed to take a violent impact.
Trembling fiercely, rubble flew everywhere, like countless little stars twinkling in the air.
Every step of his seemed incomparably powerful, as if challenging this mysterious domain.
As he delved deeper into the canyon step by step.
The sound of breathing by his ears grew ever clearer.
“Human Race, five hundred years ago, I saw you.”
“That time you chickened out. What about it?”
“This time, have you made up your mind?”
A hoarse, aged voice drifted over leisurely……