NOVPUB832: Chapter 470: Ying Si’s Guess, Qingping’s Path, Yuan Jun Reappears!
832 -470: Ying Si’s Guess, Qingping’s Path, Yuan Jun Reappears!
Falling, falling.
Endless darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, when the feeling of solid ground beneath his feet returned, the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme looked around and realized he had arrived before a massive gold-plated portal.
Above the portal, a fierce black dragon spread its wings in flight.
“Is this…
is this the Dragon Tomb that our Demon Dragon Clan has passed down through word of mouth, known only to the clan leader?
The real Dragon Tomb!”
Looking around at the surrounding scenery, the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.
Countless years of living together, all for this moment.
This wasn’t the Dragon Tomb beneath the white towers, where the graves were mere false tombs for the clan to worship and pay homage to.
This place held the real tombs.
Hadn’t their Demon Dragon Clan, for thousands of years, gathered generation after generation of Demon Dragon experts in this tomb to achieve seated transformation, hoping that among their descendants someone would reach beyond the Fourth Realm of Breakthrough Limit, and thus ascend in one fell swoop to achieve the theoretical Fifth Realm of Breakthrough Limit?
Finally, this day had awaited the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme.
The sacrifices of countless ancestors had made him, the Eastern Extreme, the fortunate one.
“Thank you, ancestors, for your protection!
I shall rebuild the glory of our Demon Dragon Clan, make our Demon Realm reign supreme over the Five Realms once again, and let our Demon Dragon Clan dominate the Demon Realm completely!”
“All clans shall kneel before our Demon Dragon Clan!”
With a solemn expression, he bowed to the golden door, and the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme then stepped forward with determination and pushed open the massive gilded door.
What he saw was a void space.
It seemed as if there was no gravity, with all objects floating in the air, whether they were dragon corpses…
or shattered stones.
Occasionally, strange bands of light swept through, slicing obstructive rocks into even smaller fragments.
Seeing these strange bands of light, the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme understood that perhaps after years, centuries, or even millennia, if another member of the Demon Dragon Clan opened this Dragon Tomb, the floating debris might no longer be fragments but fine sand.
“Ancestors~”
The Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme’s gaze lowered as he felt the familiarity and closeness from the bands of light in the void, hesitated for a moment, and then with a sigh, stepped forward, releasing his Dharma Body True Self of the Demon Dragon Clan.
His step seemed to activate a switch, and instantly, a nearby band of light, as if attracted by a magnet, wrapped around the Cultivation Body of the Eastern Extreme.
A pure force, stemming from the same origin, slowly imbued the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme’s Cultivation Body.
At this moment, he wasn’t immersed in the sentiment of his slowly increasing cultivation; instead, he recalled the words of his late father.
“Every generation’s most outstanding member of our Demon Dragon Clan will ascend and become the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme, and today, my son, you are the new king of our Demon Dragon Clan.”
“You will inherit all of our clan’s pride, continuously moving forward, reclaiming what our ancestors lost, and returning our Demon Realm to its rightful position at the forefront of the Five Realms.”
“To achieve great things, sacrifices are necessary, sometimes even endless sacrifices.
Successors carry on, and after my death, you will send all that I have into the Dragon Tomb.
It is the greatest secret of our Demon Dragon Clan and part of a grand plan spanning thousands of years.”
“Today it is I, your father.
If tomorrow your cultivation cannot reach the threshold necessary to touch the Fifth Realm, your father and you will also reunite in this Dragon Tomb.”
“All…
is…
the best arrangement~”
Suddenly, a mist clouded over the eyes of the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme.
This great sovereign, who had dominated the Demon Realm for many years, showed rare warmth in this land of the Dragon Tomb.
Between life and death, there lies great terror.
Within the domain enveloped by the Great Formation of the Dragon Tomb, the sensation of time was stretched to its limit.
The powerful members of the Demon Dragon Clan who came here to undergo transformation faced a pain ten, a hundred times greater than normal death.
Yet, their great ancestors still came.
They chose not to end their lives gloriously; instead, with their own blood and bones, soul and spirit, they were confined within this void space, forging a blessed land for their Demon Dragon Clan.
One by one.
Generation after generation.
“Carrying on the will of the ancestors, the unworthy descendant, the thirty-second Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme, wearing the crown means bearing its weight.”
“I shall be the Demon Emperor, sweeping through the Three Great Demon Kingdoms, uniting the Demon Realm.
Then, sweeping through the Four Realms, I will spread the glory of our Demonkin throughout the Five Realms and thoroughly reclaim the sovereignty stolen by the Human Race from our ancestors.”
“Rest assured, ancestors, the day is not far off.”
The Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme, while secretly refining the strange bands of light in the Void Domain, solemnly issued his declaration as the Demon Emperor to the countless dragon corpses floating in the domain.
Looking at the strange bands of light coiling around his Cultivation Body, feeling the gradual increase in strength and the ever-expanding Divine Soul, a deep melancholia swept across the face of the Demon Lord of the Eastern Extreme.
He didn’t even know whether the strange band of light before him was transformed from which ancestor, whether it was his father or another ancestor, or perhaps both.
…
…
In the Human Realm.
On Mount Qingping, the Heavenly Wind swept through, causing the Nine Dragons’ Robe on Ying Si to flutter intensely.
“Qingping True Monarch, you have grown stronger.”
Ying Si looked at the peerlessly beautiful and transcendent Peerless Female Crown before him and once again couldn’t help but sigh.
“If only Qingping True Monarch were mute.”
“Ying Si, it’s not that I have grown stronger, but rather that you have fallen behind the strides of my progress,” the Peerless Female Crown, who was conducting a ritual on Mount Qingping, looked up at the formidable emperor before her and couldn’t help but smirk.
