The Great Xia Unifies The Heavenly Tribulation of Kunlun

Early the next morning.

At the dining table.

Breakfast was delivered from the cafeteria of the Kunlun Sanatorium.

The four people at the table were all listless.

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei had bloodshot eyes.

Both were somewhat absent-minded while eating.

Jin Youxi, while gnawing on a corn cob, accidentally bit the hard core into her mouth.

Liu Weiwei was even more exaggerated, peeling an egg while putting the shell into her mouth.

Chen Feng's face was pale.

He secretly decided in his heart,

"I need to exercise more restraint in the future, can't overindulge every time."

Only Su Yan had a rosy complexion.

Though when she got up to fetch something, she had to lean heavily on the table for support.

"Thank goodness I'm a Martial Saint."

"Otherwise, pulling all-nighters like this could really lead to sudden death."

Zhao Bing did not come for breakfast.

He was still sleeping by the villa garden while practicing his sword.

By now, everyone was accustomed to Zhao Bing's martial-obsessed behavior.

They were also mentally prepared for this junior brother to drop dead at any moment.

Since Su Yan joined,

life in the villa had become increasingly bizarre.

In just one month,

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei had developed dark circles under their eyes.

Chen Feng's complexion had also turned pale.

Only Su Yan's complexion grew better and better.

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei studied through the night every day.

Finally, they summarized a crucial insight.

"Junior sister! Have you noticed? Master always prefers to be passive."

Liu Weiwei nodded in agreement.

Jin Youxi narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing within.

She gripped Liu Weiwei's hand tightly and said,

"As long as we are proactive enough in the future, we still have a chance."

Liu Weiwei nodded emphatically.

The two sisters regained their confidence once more.

In just one month,

the world had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The Southern Continent had been completely taken over.

More than half of the Northern Continent had been conquered, and the remaining portion was only a matter of time.

The Western Continent was also at the end of its rope, with its entire populace calling for surrender.

Reports of victories continuously came from the battlefields.

Western Continent.

In a certain slum.

Inside a dilapidated house.

Two old men watched the news on television.

Mi Chuan complained,

"What kind of mess are they fighting!"

"The daily casualty numbers aren't even as high as if I went out and killed them myself."

Feng Tengyun said expressionlessly,

"It's best not to expose ourselves now!"

"Once our whereabouts are exposed, we might encounter the Dugu Sword Demon, or that freak Wang Zun."

Mi Chuan sighed.

"It's been such a long time, and so many people have died."

"Why hasn't there been any change in the Kunlun Mountains?"

"Could Old Zhang be tricking us?"

Feng Tengyun spoke slowly,

"I once saw the confidential archives of the Martial Arts Guild."

"The opening of Kunlun is a real event."

"As long as the dragon vein nurtures a dragon, Kunlun will lift its restrictions and open."

"In ancient times, when flood serpents transformed into dragons, they would travel to the sea."

"Everywhere they passed would be swallowed by floods."

"Only when such a divine creature appears in the world can Martial Saints have the possibility to break through their shackles."

Mi Chuan spread his hands and said,

"Even if there is a chance to break through the shackles, it probably won't be our turn."

"It'll either be that old crone Wei Qianqiu, or a madman like Zhang Bowen."

"But I really would like to see what a flood dragon looks like."

Feng Tengyun's usually expressionless face involuntarily curved into a slight smile.

Four Symbols Chasm.

Zhang Bowen, having fully recovered from his injuries, smiled as he watched the blood energy over the Green Dragon Tomb.

"Mi Chuan and Feng Tengyun's efficiency is quite commendable!"

The elders of the Ancient Clan asked expectantly,

"Mr. Bowen, how much longer until the flood serpent transforms into a dragon?"

"Is the outside world dangerous?"

"I heard that during the flood serpent's transformation, it can cause natural disasters."

"But I also heard the flood serpent wants to devour our clan's sacred beast, the Qilin."

...

Zhang Bowen chuckled and said,

"The flood serpent has long been capable of transforming into a dragon; it's just too timid."

"Whether it eats the Qilin or not is not the key point."

"The key point is, from now on, our Ancient Clan's sacred beast will be a dragon!"

A dragon!

The Ancient Clan members were all stirred.

The ancestral teachings of the Ancient Clan

commanded them to guard the Qilin for generations.

But after guarding for who knows how many generations,

their clan remained trapped in this desolate land.

Their own lifeblood energy was restricted, even weaker than the Qilin's.

How could they possibly guard the Qilin?

This had always been an unsolved mystery for the Ancient Clan.

Three hundred years ago, that young Qilin was killed before their very eyes by people from the outside world.

The Ancient Clan was outnumbered.

Zhang Bowen's mother also died in that battle.

They couldn't understand what their ancestors were thinking.

With lifeblood energy suppressed so low, how could they guard the Qilin?

Protecting themselves was problematic enough.

But once a dragon appears from the dragon vein,

they can break through their lifeblood energy restrictions.

Break through the confinement of the Kunlun Mountains.

Make those enemies from the outside world pay for their past actions.

And the Ancient Clan will reign supreme over the world.

"In my remaining years, I only wish to see the outside world."

An elder nearing the end of his lifespan sighed softly.

His words echoed the thoughts of many.

Every sixty years,

they could see people from the outside world once.

They had heard too many rumors about the outside world.

And witnessed many technological products from outside,

especially electronic devices like mobile phones.

The Ancient Clan had many as well,

though they couldn't use them for long.

All of this filled them with wonder.

Since the appearance of Zhang Bowen, a clansman who could freely enter and leave the Kunlun Mountains,

who brought back numerous books from the outside,

the more they learned about the outside world, the more they yearned for it.

Especially the young people.

The moment they saw the photo magazines, the outside world became heaven in their hearts.

Green Dragon Tomb.

Nourished by a continuous stream of blood energy,

the flood serpent could clearly feel

that its own lifeblood energy had finally reached its peak.

Its tenth molting was about to begin.

This time was completely different from previous molts.

Before, it only shed a layer of snakeskin.

But this time, it would shed its serpent body.

Shedding its serpent body meant either transforming into a flood dragon or perishing, its path extinguished.

The flood serpent circled the cavern,

carefully observing the entire true dragon skeleton once more.

It was about to transform into a flood dragon, but the road to becoming a true dragon was still long.

Today,

it would take the first step towards dragonhood.

The flood serpent left the cavern.

It climbed to the peak of the Green Dragon Tomb.

The originally clear sky suddenly began to gather dark clouds.

As soon as the clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,

a thousand-mile thunderstorm region had formed.

It even spread beyond the Kunlun Mountains.

At this moment, the entire Ancient Clan was shaken.

Zhang Bowen revealed an excited expression.

"It seems it's about to begin."

He leaped into the air.

His peerless "Cloud Ladder" lightness skill allowed him to swiftly traverse the treetops of the forest.

Although his lifeblood energy was currently suppressed to the level of a top Martial Artist,

stepping on just a single leaf was enough to propel him dozens of meters.

Soon, Zhang Bowen arrived at the Green Dragon Tomb.

The flood serpent looked at this ant-like human and uttered hoarse, halting words.

"I am going to the Jade Mountain's Jade Pool."

"Help me capture the Qilin Girl, and hold off the Qilin!"

Zhang Bowen chuckled and sighed,

"Ah! This is troublesome now!"

"Qianqian will definitely never forgive me for the rest of her life."