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No one noticed that in the twilight's burial, the sun and moon appeared in the same sky, two eyes that overshadowed the world flickering briefly. The High Priest stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at Shi Qiankun, whose eyes were blood-red and filled with shock. Then, he struck Shiyunsheng with a palm, sending him flying several dozen meters away, blood spewing from his mouth, his aura surging uncontrollably.
"Hmm?" Zhao Yang, who had broken free from the formation, sensed a wave of power similar to his own—a power that could perceive the essence of things at a glance.
Shiyunsheng lay on the ground, gravely injured. He shot a resentful glance at the High Priest and shouted, "This is all your scheme! One day I will find out who you really are!"
Shiyunsheng sprang up, transforming into black smoke to escape. However, the High Priest's foot came crashing down, kicking his true form out. Shi Qiankun, who had been waiting for this moment, punched towards Shiyunsheng, his fist infused with True Qi. Under such a blow, Shiyunsheng should have undoubtedly met his end. Yet suddenly, a handsome young man appeared between them.
Silently, like a falling leaf, Shi Qiankun realized it was too late to withdraw. For the first time, panic appeared in Shiyunsheng's eyes as his hair fell loosely around him, dark energy scattering like shattered pearls. Flames erupted as Shiyunsheng let out a heart-wrenching low roar; a single tear suddenly streamed from his eye.
Yes, it was a shining tear, brilliant as a star. It was this tear that made Zhao Yang hesitate to strike him down. Even though Shiyunsheng was wicked and possessed a Dark Spiritual Root capable of devouring others' essence, Zhao Yang hesitated.
In his eyes, he saw helplessness.
Indeed, in his past life, there had been too much helplessness—choices he had to make when he felt he had none, facing life or death.
"Brother... brother," Shiyunsheng uttered softly as Shi Qiankun's sword energy flew towards him.
The sword energy howled like a gale and pierced through Shiyunsheng's heart. He did not dodge or evade; instead, he embraced the seemingly frail young man with hollow eyes.
But Shi Qiankun's movement abruptly halted as the Binding Dragon Chain at the center of the altar was grasped by Shiyun Yi with True Qi; the other end pierced through Shi Qiankun's heavenly spirit.
"You!" Shi Qiankun turned to look at Shiyun Yi. He could hardly believe that the one who sought to kill him was his beloved eldest son. He struggled to protect his Primordial Spirit and pointed at Shiyunsheng and Shiyun Feng with slurred speech. "They are not your real brothers."
Shiyun Yi's expression was wild as he released the Binding Dragon Chain, feeling somewhat lost. On this day, he endured the greatest blow of his life. First, he, who had always been known as a genius, was treated like a worthless fool. Then, he witnessed his brother and father turn against each other, only to learn that his mother had died at his father's hands. In his grief and despair, he saw his younger brother killed and retaliated by killing his father, only to be told that his two younger brothers were not his biological siblings.
The events unfolding before him left him in a daze. He staggered backward, at a loss for words, muttering to himself, "What happened? What is going on?"
Shi Qiankun was filled with deep hatred, but ultimately he gave up on a desperate counterattack. He cast a weak glance at Shiyun Yi, who was staring blankly at Shiyun Sheng holding Shiyun Feng, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
However, in Shi Qiankun's slowly fading vision, he suddenly saw Shiyun Yi's head fly off; it was the High Priest who struck, taking Shiyun Yi's life with a flick of his sleeve.
Shi Qiankun died without ever understanding what had happened.
The High Priest smiled faintly as he reached for Long Xiao Wu. Long Xiao Wu was protected by Zhao Yang, but within Zhao Yang's Divine Sense perception, the High Priest's aura suddenly surged to an unimaginable level, rendering him immobile and struggling to breathe. There was no way to stop the High Priest.
Long Xiao Wu looked dejected and sighed, "In the end, I cannot escape this calamity." He had thought he could be saved today, but no one expected the High Priest to possess such formidable power. It was clear that being subordinate to Shi Qiankun concealed some unspeakable secret.
Long Xiao Wu's body was uncontrollably drawn toward the High Priest as the latter reached out with a massive hand to capture him.
Bang!
With a sound of clashing weapons, the High Priest's palm trembled violently, blood spraying forth as a Crimson-Haired Youth appeared before everyone’s eyes.
Surrounded by Imperial Way dragon energy, his collar rose above his head, enveloping him in its midst. His body was covered in scales that emitted an eerie red glow, resembling someone who had just emerged from flames; even his pupils shone with a striking red light.
"Fifth Brother, it's been years since we last met; you've grown taller, but your cultivation still leaves much to be desired!" The Crimson-Haired Youth mocked while showing concern for Long Xiao Wu in his gaze.
"Fourth Brother!?" Long Xiao Wu exclaimed, his voice filled with agitation. However, as soon as he moved in anger, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was cracked and being repaired by Zhao Yang, rendering him unable to act recklessly.
"Hmph!" The Crimson-Haired Youth, witnessing this scene, turned and glared at the Grand Priest clad in the Two-Yi Robe. "Dare to harm my brother? You seek death!"
With that, the Crimson-Haired Youth swung his great halberd and charged at the Grand Priest. Hundreds of disciples from the Dragon Seeking Gate sprang into action. The youth's halberd swept across, and wherever the red light passed, everyone was cut in half, dying tragically in mid-air. This display sent the few remaining disciples of the Dragon Seeking Gate fleeing in terror.
The Crimson-Haired Youth was named Dragon Battle, the fourth son of the Dragon Clan's leader. Above him were Dragon Rising, Long Yu, and Long Qing. Two years ago, they emerged from the Dragon Domain just as the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle concluded and the Demon Clan invaded. They had vanquished countless demons along their path but heard that Long Xiao Wu had died at the hands of the Central Sovereign. Thus, they stormed into Central Imperial City, where no one could stand against them. Ultimately, it was only when the Central Sovereign summoned the Heavenly Sword of the National Protector that they were driven back. The Central Sovereign deduced their origins from their aura but ultimately did not call upon the Old God General. The youth named Dragon Rising instilled great fear in him; he was equally matched in cultivation level and was at the mid-stage of Tribulation Period. After learning that their target was not dead, they left without escalating matters further. Following this incident, the central royal family fell into further decline.
However, in the eyes of the Grand Priest standing before the Crimson-Haired Youth, there was a glimmer of madness. He exclaimed excitedly, "What a stroke of luck! Another little dragon has come to me effortlessly! Today, I will slay you all; it will be your blessing when I ascend to the Celestial Path one day! Hahaha!"
"Just you wait!" Dragon Battle declared. As one of the four sons of the Dragon Clan with unparalleled combat power, he had entered Dao Fruit Stage fifty years ago. To him, this person before him seemed devoid of any cultivation fluctuations; he might even be just a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. However, when he met the Grand Priest's gaze, it felt as if he had plunged into hell itself, unable to move an inch.
"Little Daoluer! Little Daoluer! At last, I have awaited the true appearance of a dragon clan member! I believe that after killing you all, a large number of dragons will come rushing to their deaths! I can finally see daylight again!" The Grand Priest laughed maniacally.
In Zhao Yang's Divine Sense, the Grand Priest resembled an atomic bomb explosion; his aura suddenly surged with immense strength, geometrically multiplying. His eyebrows and beard lengthened in an instant; his skin aged rapidly as layers shed and new ones grew back—a bizarre scene indeed.
In the distance, two other young men rushed over and were horrified upon witnessing this spectacle.
"It's Feather Transformation! He is a Celestial Being!" exclaimed Long Yu, who was Long Xiao Wu's second brother.
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