Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 436 True Dragon Dharma Form
Long Yuan walked over barefoot, unhurriedly.

“Not bad.” Nie Zhaonan nodded as he looked at the burly Long Yuan.

During his fight with Long Yu, he relied on the Lieyuan Technique to briefly trap Long Yu in an illusion, thus gaining the upper hand and preventing Long Yu from displaying even 70-80% of his strength, leaving him only able to passively take hits, which allowed him to easily win.

"If I remember correctly, you've only been in my True Dragon Realm for three hundred years, yet you've already cultivated the Lieyuan Technique to the point where it affects Dragon Reputation!" Long Yuan exclaimed, his voice tinged with a touch of wistfulness.

Long Yu's strength was second only to him, and he naturally had no weaknesses in terms of spiritual sense. Even so, he was still affected by the Lieyuan Technique used by Nie Zhaonan and was quickly defeated.

“I have a talent for cultivating spiritual senses,” Nie Zhaonan replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, even the solemn-looking Long Yuan couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. The Lieyuan Technique was no ordinary divine sense secret technique. How could it be so simple to cultivate, and how could it be explained by a mere "talent"?

“Fellow Daoist Nie cultivates several body-refining techniques, and his body-refining cultivation is quite good. I just don’t know if Fellow Daoist has any other methods?” Long Yuan’s expression became serious, and he looked him over with narrowed eyes before speaking.

"Does Fellow Daoist wish to test my strength? I also wish to know the extent of your strength," Nie Zhaonan said, raising an eyebrow but maintaining his composure.

Upon hearing this, Long Yuan hesitated, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a while, he glanced at the group of Nascent Soul stage elders in front of the Dharma Hall, and finally shook his head.
"I witnessed your fight with Long Yu just now. Your immense strength is truly astonishing; it's comparable to mine. I wonder how you cultivated it."

"I've consumed some spiritual fruits." Even though cultivators were still debating within the light screen, Nie Zhaonan remained unhurried, speaking calmly.

Long Yuan was speechless; this answer was as good as saying nothing at all.

“Enough,” Long Yuan glanced at Nie Zhaonan, who occupied the most central position, and shook his head. “Our strengths are at most evenly matched. It doesn’t matter who gets first place. No one is destined to inherit the Nine Revolutions True Dragon Technique in this competition.”

Even he lacked the confidence to simultaneously face and defeat two opponents of similar strength.

Upon hearing such certainty, Nie Zhaonan's expression shifted, and he asked:

"Fellow Daoist, have you investigated me?"

“When you first arrived at Dragon Island, you fought against Zhu Wushang. I specifically went to learn about the information of that battle.” Long Yuan nodded. “In three hundred years, you were able to easily defeat Long Yu. Your strength has improved a lot, and you can even be compared to me, but that’s all.”

"Is that so?" Nie Zhaonan chuckled lightly and then said nothing more.

If Master Yue Li hadn't helped him refine the Lei Kui Spirit Core and forge his natal flying sword, his strength would naturally be roughly the same as what Long Yuan said. But at this moment, all of his natal flying swords are already top-tier spiritual treasures.

Their strength is now vastly different from what it used to be!

The transparent light screen in the square could not block out sound, and the two's conversation naturally reached Long Yu's ears outside the square. The two would bring him up from time to time, making his face turn ashen.

After quite some time, a winner was finally chosen from among the remaining people. He was a young man with a full head of red hair.

Thus, the top three in the True Dragon Clan Competition have been determined.

At this moment, Cangming leaped into the air and arrived in front of the three in a flash. He reached into his sleeve and took out three pure white jade boxes, which he then opened.

Three fist-sized, purplish-red fruits were revealed, their bodies crystal clear as if made of jade or glass, faintly emitting an indescribable fragrance.

Even from such a distance, Nie Zhaonan felt a chill run through his mind and his senses sharpened instantly upon hearing and seeing.

"As expected of the number one spiritual fruit in the Thousand Realms, it is truly extraordinary!" Nie Zhaonan stared intently at the Guangling Dao Fruit for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Long Yuan's eyes were also filled with joy.

The red-haired youth had a hint of relief on his face. To be honest, if Long Yu hadn't been eliminated, he wouldn't have had the chance to obtain this spiritual fruit.

"Hehe, I don't need to elaborate on the effects of this spiritual fruit; I'm sure the three of you are well aware of them. However, I still want to remind you that this spiritual fruit can only be consumed once in a lifetime. It's best to consume it when you are able to comprehend the laws of nature or cultivate immortal secret techniques, so as to maximize its effects!" Cangming reminded him kindly.

At the same time, with a light flick of his hand, the three jade boxes flew out on their own.

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder."

Nie Zhaonan and the other two expressed their gratitude in unison, then accepted the jade box without any hesitation and put it away.

"Hmm." Seeing this, Cangming nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Nie Zhaonan and asked:
"You have won first place in this competition and are entitled to participate in the second round, where you will challenge both Long Yuan and Chi Yan. Do you have this intention?"

The "Red Flame" he mentioned was naturally the red-haired youth who won third place.

"Such an opportunity is rare and hard to come by, and I certainly won't miss it," Nie Zhaonan replied calmly without hesitation.

"Okay," Cangming replied with a slight smile, then casually added:
"The second round of the competition can begin after you have recovered your mana."

After leaving these words, Cangming's body shone with spiritual light, and he returned to the elders' seat.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, you seem very confident?" Seeing Nie Zhaonan's calm expression and lack of any pressure, Long Yuan asked.

"There's no such thing as absolute confidence. It's just that a clan-protecting technique like the 'Nine Revolutions True Dragon Technique' is not something we can easily miss," Nie Zhaonan replied noncommittally.

After saying that, he ignored them and sat cross-legged on the spot to meditate and cultivate his mind.

Upon hearing this, Long Yuan was completely bewildered, not understanding the true meaning behind the words, and shook his head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Chi Yan, with his red hair, didn't have time to talk to the two of them. As soon as Cang Ming left, he immediately sat cross-legged, took the pill, and began meditating to cultivate his qi.

Of the three, he had suffered the greatest loss of magical power.

On the other side, as soon as Cangming sat down, he asked impatiently:

"Elder Yue Li, Elder Yuan, you two have come here at the same time because you believe that young friend Nie can obtain the clan's secret cultivation technique?"

"I really don't know what methods Zhao Nan has," Yuan Feng said calmly.

The elders then turned their gaze to the slender Yue Li.

“My disciple mainly cultivates immortal techniques, and his natal magic weapon has reached the top-tier spiritual treasure level. There should be no surprise that he will win the second round.” Yue Li’s gaze fell on Nie Zhaonan in the arena, and her voice was gentle, which made people feel good as soon as they heard it.

"What? He's actually cultivating immortal techniques! I wonder where he got them from."

"If I remember correctly, your disciple once unleashed two hundred and nineteen natal flying swords in a battle. Two hundred and nineteen top-tier spiritual treasure flying swords—truly astonishing!" "I just wonder how many swords he can actually wield. With my Nascent Soul stage cultivation, being able to wield even one set of top-tier spiritual treasure flying swords was already my limit back then."

After a moment of surprise, the group of dragon elders began to discuss among themselves.

Their conversation was not deliberately concealed, and the other cultivators present were all highly skilled, so they could hear it all.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly.

They were both amazed by the power of Nie Zhaonan's cultivation technique and envious that his master had gone to great lengths to upgrade his natal magic weapon to the level of a top-tier spiritual treasure!

After most of the day had passed, the barrier light curtain rose again, covering an area of ​​several thousand feet in radius.

High above the light curtain, Nie Zhaonan faced Long Yuan and Chi Yan from afar.

At this moment, Long Yuan and Chi Yan's expressions had become somewhat solemn.

But Nie Zhaonan remained calm, simply standing in mid-air with his hands behind his back.

“Fellow Daoist Nie, you don’t need to test him anymore. Just go all out,” Long Yuan suddenly said in a deep voice.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Nie Zhaonan said with a faint smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, without moving his hands or feet, his body surface flashed with four colors of spiritual light: gold, cyan, blue, and red, and the glow spread.

"Go!" Nie Zhaonan shouted in a low voice!
A clear, resonant sword cry rang out, and countless flying swords shot out from within the body, soaring into the sky.

At the same time, he made a hand seal, and his body shone brightly with spiritual light, releasing a powerful aura!

Space trembles!

Then Nie Zhaonan moved one of his arms and pointed a finger at the top of his head, which remained completely still.

Instantly, the two hundred and nineteen natal flying swords that were flying and swirling stopped at the same time, and then with a tremor, they all converged towards the center.

A giant sword, the size of a small mountain, was formed, radiating four-colored light, and slowly descended towards the opposite side.

The giant sword seemed unusually slow, but as soon as it moved, a terrifying aura that seemed to crush the entire void pressed down.

The dragon, who had been standing quietly, changed his expression drastically the moment his divine sense came into contact with this terrifying aura. A large hand wrapped in yellow light slammed out, and a huge, ferocious dragon claw appeared.

This claw strike may seem like a casual blow, but it is far from simple, and the aura it exudes is even greater than that of an ordinary Heavenly Treasure.

When Nie Zhaonan saw this scene from afar, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. He didn't know what kind of great supernatural power was being used, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just snorted and quickly activated the Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique. His internal magic power was boiling and desperately surging towards the giant sword as if it were free.

The four-colored giant sword, which was slowly pressing down, trembled slightly, and golden spiritual patterns emerged from its blade, instantly transforming into more than a dozen golden pattern arrays of varying sizes on its surface.

The next moment, the four-colored giant sword emitted a deep sword cry, and with a slight increase, the surface luster flowed and suddenly turned into a chaotic color.

Grayish-black, with four-colored divine lightning bolts shooting endlessly.

In an instant, a terrifying spiritual pressure, almost six or seven times stronger than before, surged out from the sword and slashed downwards with overwhelming force.

At this moment, Long Yuan, who was about to unleash his great divine power again, sensed the spiritual pressure with his divine sense. His body stiffened, and he involuntarily staggered back several steps. His expression changed again, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Even with his peak Nascent Soul cultivation, making him undoubtedly the strongest among the younger generation of the True Dragon Clan, under this terrifying spiritual pressure, he had a strange feeling that he could be directly annihilated by the giant sword emitting an eerie gray-black light with a flick of his wrist!
"No! This is definitely not the power that a Nascent Soul cultivator can unleash!" Almost instantly, Long Yuan immediately understood. He wanted to shout out in fear, but under the terrifying spiritual pressure in the air, his mouth moved slightly, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

However, as a member of the True Dragon Clan, he possessed a very strong mental fortitude. In the blink of an eye, his expression returned to normal, and he subconsciously glanced at Chi Yan, whose face still showed traces of fear.

Their eyes met, and they both understood the meaning behind each other's gazes.

"Go for it! True Dragon Dharma Form!"

As a true spirit, and the most powerful true dragon among true spirits, Long Yuan and Chi Yan, though terrified, naturally would not voluntarily admit defeat.

The two quickly formed hand seals, and the crowns of their heads, between their dragon horns, opened, revealing two miniature dragons, one yellow and one red, each half a foot long.

These two miniature dragons had faces identical to those of Long Yuan and Chi Yan, and as soon as they appeared, they anxiously opened their mouths and spat out two balls of golden blood essence.

The moment the essence blood was expelled, the youthful faces of Long Yuan and Chi Yan below suddenly became three-tenths withered, looking more than ten years older than before, and their eyes suddenly became wooden and dull.

At this moment, the two miniature dragons suddenly emitted a bright light, and in a blur, they transformed into two real dragon shadows, each over ten feet tall, standing above the two people.

The two enormous true dragon images seemed to exist in reality, their scales as clear as glass, and they exuded an indescribable aura of immense power.

But this true dragon form simply remained quietly coiled in the void, motionless as if it were a dead object.

With two "poof" sounds, Long Yuan and Chi Yan below simultaneously pointed their fingers into the void.

The two clumps of golden essence blood exploded, transforming into two enormous golden runes that vanished in a flash into the bodies of the two true dragon avatars above.

A strange light flashed, and a burst of blood-red light flowed across the head of the true dragon's avatar. Its tightly closed dragon eyes suddenly opened, exuding unparalleled majesty.

A terrifying spiritual pressure rippled through the air, and the ferocious dragon claws were sliced ​​open as easily as cutting tofu. The gray and white giant swords were now only seven or eight feet away from the two true dragon avatars.

Under the surging, sharp sword light, the clanging of metal against metal echoed continuously. The true dragon's body trembled incessantly, sword marks appeared, and its scales were tattered.

Gradually, the enormous body of the true dragon became blurry and indistinct, appearing quite unstable.

Just then, the true dragon's form suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a dragon's roar shook the heavens!
Suddenly, the dragon horns on its head emitted a dazzling spiritual light. With a flick of its wrist, the true dragon form charged out, shaking its head and its pupils filled with a resolute determination to die for its cause!
With a deafening roar!

The four dragon horns of the True Dragon Dharma Image finally collided with the gray-white giant sword, causing a violent ripple to spread out, and the entire light screen trembled.

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