A tender, naive voice echoed through Kunlun.
Gu Qianqian, who had been anxiously watching the Qilin recover from its wounds, turned her anxious gaze toward the valley.
But her eyes saw nothing.
“What’s wrong with the Mountain Soul and Water Spirit?”
“Could it be…”
For some reason, Qianqian felt a deep sense of foreboding.
That farewell…
made her feel as if she might never see the pure Mountain Soul and Water Spirit again.
Chen Feng furrowed his brow, also looking toward the valley.
But his vision was blocked by his sword’s shadow and the attacks from the ancient clan.
At the same time, his anxiety only grew stronger.
When the eighth Zixiao Divine Thunder struck down,
the entire ancient clan’s strength surged to a new level.
Most of them had their vitality rise to nine thousand.
Their attacks became even more ferocious.
But this was not what Chen Feng worried about most.
What troubled him most was whether the Flood Dragon would successfully transform.
What would happen to him and Qianqian then?
What kind of changes would this world face?
…
Deep within the valley,
beside the Jade Pool,
the Flood Dragon finally achieved its wish, swallowing the Mountain Soul and Water Spirit in one gulp.
The entire Kunlun Mountain Range had nurtured countless years of essence and spirit.
Once the Mountain Soul and Water Spirit entered its body,
the Flood Dragon’s entire form radiated with a dazzling glow.
An indescribably powerful energy surged through it, causing it to roar joyfully toward the heavens.
Its previously grievously wounded body quickly shed a layer of old scales,
revealing a brand-new form beneath.
Its appearance had undergone a tremendous transformation.
Having previously devoured half a Qilin and gained the Qilin’s precious blood,
the Flood Dragon, once black in color, had now become a massive white Flood Dragon.
Each scale on its body was as translucent and pure as jade.
At this moment, the Flood Dragon felt an unprecedented strength.
The Spirit Crane could only watch in despair.
Together with the Black Tortoise and the Qilin, it had guarded their homeland for so long.
But now, in this instant, it was utterly destroyed by the Flood Dragon’s jaws.
The moment the Mountain Soul and Water Spirit were swallowed,
the sealing mist over Kunlun Mountain completely vanished.
The Yin and Yang poles dividing the Jade Mountain and Jade Pool
merged into one.
At the peak of Jade Mountain,
the ancient clan warriors who had been besieging Chen Feng all halted.
They noticed the mist beyond the Yang pole of Jade Mountain had disappeared,
replaced by a forest.
The valley’s scenery had undergone a tremendous change.
The two halves of the Jade Pool’s Yin-Yang fish merged into one.
The barren valley of the Yin pole appeared before their eyes.
At the same time,
the vitality of the ancient clan members surged wildly.
The thunderstorm that had shrouded the sky unleashed its final Zixiao Divine Thunder!
In Kunlun City,
Dugu Sword Demon watched with his own eyes as the sealing mist over the Kunlun Mountain Range vanished.
His heart was filled with profound shock.
He hadn’t expected, in his lifetime,
to witness the Kunlun Mountain Range’s once-in-sixty-years opening.
At the same moment, the thunderstorm clouds that had mysteriously disappeared over Kunlun Mountain suddenly reappeared,
instantly blotting out the sky.
The once clear sky darkened abruptly.
Even Dugu Sword Demon, a peak Martial Saint,
was startled at this moment.
“What on earth is happening?”
Everything was too sudden,
almost unreal.
He stared suspiciously at the sky.
Above the Kunlun Mountain Range,
at the center of the thunderstorm clouds,
a thick purple pillar of light descended.
Though it was far away,
Dugu Sword Demon couldn’t help but squint his eyes.
The terrifying power of the thunder tribulation
made cold sweat break out on his brow.
He knew that if he were beneath this thunder tribulation now…
In an instant, it would turn to ashes.
At this moment.
His heart was filled with an indescribable horror.
“This is the transformation of the Flood Dragon!”
Originally, after the Martial Arts Guild announced that the Kunlun Thunderstorm had been resolved,
the residents around Kunlun City had stopped evacuating.
Online discussions buzzed about how the Martial Arts Guild had managed to deal with the storm.
But in the very next moment,
someone uploaded a surveillance video online.
The footage showed a city near the Kunlun Mountains
suddenly being engulfed once again by thunderstorm clouds.
The scene changed so abruptly that it was met with countless scoffs.
“This is way too fake. There’s no way it appeared instantly like that.”
“Bro, with editing skills like that, you’d better skip a few useless classes and practice more!”
“The cut is way too jarring. This is just so fake.”
“It’s real, it’s real—I’m near the Kunlun Mountains myself.”
…
At first, no one believed it.
But soon, explosive news broke out.
Several cities around the Kunlun Mountains had many live-streamers,
and they broadcasted this bizarre event live across the internet.
Some lucky ones were streaming outdoors at the exact moment,
capturing that impossible scene firsthand.
The internet quickly went into a frenzy.
The Martial Arts Guild also received the news immediately.
Ye Wujiang sat at his desk, a look of disbelief on his face,
staring at the intelligence reports on his computer screen.
He said in confusion,
“It just appeared all of a sudden?”
He couldn’t figure out how this was possible.
How could the thunderstorm clouds that had vanished suddenly reappear?
Recalling the Martial Arts Guild’s previous announcement,
he couldn’t help but feel agitated.
“This slap in the face came way too fast.”
“How are we supposed to explain this now?”
Soon, voices of doubt surfaced.
Countless people flooded the Martial Arts Guild’s official website with comments.
“Didn’t the Martial Arts Guild say the Kunlun Thunderstorm was already resolved?”
“What’s going on? Why the silence now?”
“Could it be the Flood Dragon has truly transformed?”
“Hahaha… Daxia is definitely going to get its comeuppance!”
…
At Yushan Jade Pool,
with the fall of the ninth lightning tribulation,
Ling He knew the Flood Dragon was about to transform.
Ignoring everything else, it flapped its injured wings fiercely and flew toward the summit of Yushan.
At this moment, the ancient tribe erupted with excitement.
Their vitality surged in leaps and bounds,
showing no signs of stopping.
In a flash, it skyrocketed past ten thousand.
“Hahaha! The blood suppression is gone!”
“Our ancient tribe is about to ascend to the peak of martial arts!”
“I’m about to break through to Martial Sovereign!”
“Chen Feng, let’s see if you can still survive this!”
…
Chen Feng watched the ancient tribe’s vitality skyrocket wildly,
his scalp tingling with dread.
He knew that in just a few breaths’ time,
he might be beheaded.
No matter how formidable he was,
there was no way to fend off hundreds of Martial Saints at once.
Not to mention himself—
even if Wei Qianqiu showed up,
he would be forced to swallow his defeat on the spot.
Qianqian also felt the changes in her own vitality.
In the blink of an eye, her cultivation surged to Grandmaster level,
then stalled.
But she had no time to focus on this.
Right now, her only thought was to save the Qilin.
Though the Qilin had managed to hold onto half its life,
its injuries as a spirit beast were clearly not as easy to heal as those of humans.
The massive wounds had stopped bleeding,
thanks to the effect of the Zhu Fruit being activated.
The wound was sprouting granulation tissue, slowly growing new flesh that could be seen with the naked eye, bit by bit.
But clearly, given the urgent situation, there was no time to let the Qilin recover at its own pace.
Just then—
The Spirit Crane soared to the mountain peak, flapping its wings.
A fierce gust of wind swept down.
The ancient clan members surrounding Chen Feng were tossed about like rag dolls.
“Quick, follow me to Mount Xuanwu!”
“If the Flood Dragon completes its transformation—”
“We’ll be too late!”
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
