Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 436 Bai Gu
Haiyuan.

Thunder roared, churning the seawater. The dark purple drums, like a ring in the sky, stood behind Xu Xuan, continuously booming, responding to the rising, ascending, and circulating momentum of the thunder.

The bloodstains on the dark altar gradually dried, and the dragon heart, as large as a cartwheel with coiled veins, turned to ashes. The purple-black serpents of resentment and thunder outside the abyss dissipated one by one and disappeared never to be seen again.

In front of the altar, Xu Xuan stood quietly, looking up at the majestic, pale dragon skeleton, which was shaped as if it were about to take flight, but ultimately most of it was still submerged in the sea.

'Plotting to seize power through thunder and lightning.'

Various doubts arose in his mind. The number of True Lords among the Five Thunders was indeed quite strange if he thought about it carefully.

He didn't know the situation of the Shangxiao Immortal Path, but the two great masters of the Ling and Zhen Thunder, [Tianzhou] and [Xuanhun], had lived for a very long time and held high positions. They were even among the best in the Golden Core stage, yet now they had no followers by their side.

"It's still because of the Thunder Palace. That immortal lord is still alive, and to prevent his return, they want to control the position of thunder."

After a moment's thought, he guessed the reason. Thinking of the fate of the Xu Zhi Dragon King, he felt a pang of emotion. If he were to seek the position of Zhen Lei one day, he would also encounter such a scene.
With a sudden change of heart, Xu Xuan felt a faint tremor in his heart. The "Suspended Heavenly Thunder Book" that he had obtained was probably a gift from a great person who had reached the Thunderclap Fruit level.

'He is beyond the universe, I am within this realm; even He cannot issue decrees, I must guess.'

This feeling, however, made him more at ease about the road ahead. At least for now, it seemed that the Suspended Chaos True Lord was intentionally guiding him.

Or perhaps, He and Xu Xuan secretly reached some kind of conspiracy to deal with the people in the heavens.

Xu Xuan's mind gradually settled down. In the past, those who sought to attain enlightenment, besides having innate talent and cultivation, mostly had to observe the general trend of the world and how to grasp that slight change in order to transcend it.

The two ancient artifacts, passed down from the Eastern Xuan Heavenly Palace and the Ye Guang Dragon Palace, resonated with each other. A trace of sorrow lingered in the thunderous sound of the sword, gradually enveloping the pale dragon bones.

"If I witness the time, I will surely restore the radiance of the sun and restore its majesty, making the Thunder Marsh and the Heavenly Clouds of the North Pole a place where dragons can dwell in peace."

His voice was solemn and resounded throughout the sea and sky. No one asked him to do this, but he still swore an oath to the heavens, causing the entire sea of ​​thunder to surge and churn, with bursts of dragon roars echoing throughout.

The light of the Thunderous Drum gradually faded, and it obediently returned to Xu Xuan's inner world, merging with his life force without any further obstruction, as if it had been refined over decades.

Emerging from the abyss, breaking through the water and riding the wind, the Dragon Maiden Luo An was still waiting above. Her pure face showed sorrow and regret. When she saw Xu Xuan return, she pointed in the distance, indicating that he should look at the head of the dragon skeleton.

Xu Xuan looked up and saw two lines of deep purple lightning in the eye holes of the pale dragon skeleton, so intense that it was hard to look directly at it.

"Lord Xu Zhi, as the former head of the Ye Guang lineage, whose reputation for lightning and thunderous power resounded throughout the North Sea, perished mysteriously along with the entire dragon vein."

Luo Ansheng spoke with a hint of sorrow, unaware of the hidden reasons behind the extinction of this dragon lineage. His white eyes turned to look at Xu Xuan.

"A sorrowful wish spanning thousands of years, I only hope that my cousin Mingdu can fulfill it and restore the glory of the dynasty."

"That day will surely come."

Xu Xuansheng looked solemnly at the pale dragon bones weeping in the sea, feeling a sense of kinship and pity. He realized that he himself might encounter what Xu Zhi had gone through.

The variable lies in the mysterious, within the Taiqing Stele within the body.

He gradually calmed down. At this point, he only needed to hide carefully, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, waiting for the right moment to reveal his claws when he wanted gold.

The sea and sky gradually calmed down, the thunder ceased, and only a few petrels flew through the clouds, drawing a dotted line as they flew further south.

Luo Anying's round white eyes shifted slightly as she activated her supernatural powers. The swirling snow lifted the two of them up, and she softly said:

"Now that this matter is settled, Brother Mingdu, you may come with me to the Cold Storage Palace. Lord Bai Gao wishes to see you."

Xu Xuan nodded. He naturally agreed to the matter. He was able to obtain the inheritance of the Ye Guang Dragon Vein thanks to the help of this Luo An Dragon Girl. Moreover, the White-Robed Dragon King was already at the late stage of the Purple Mansion realm, so he had to meet him.

"Please lead the way, Dragon Maiden."

At this moment, Luo An broke through the void, rode the wind and snow, and walked in front. Xu Xuan rode the thunder and followed closely behind. However, he felt that the divine power cultivated by this dragon girl Luo An was neither like [Treading on Frost] nor like [Mysterious Law Exhaustion].

"I wonder what kind of supernatural power the Dragon Girl cultivates?"

He asked the question at that moment, but Luo An only replied:

"It is the [Huge Cold Snow], passed down by the Dragon Lord. It is extremely cold and can freeze the sea and rivers. It can also connect with the Lesser Yin and the White Star. However, it is afraid of the Sun and the Fire Star."

"I see. I wonder who controlled the Cold Yin before, Lord Tiankuo?"

Upon hearing Xu Xuan's words, Luo An, who was standing to the side, was slightly taken aback. The wind and snow paused for a moment, then began to swirl again.

“In ancient times, the position of Han Yin Dao was held by a woman, known as Lady Gu She. She was a disciple of Immortal Nan Hua. Kun Peng was still a Golden Core cultivator at that time. When he saw this lady, he would call her Senior Sister.”

Luo Ansheng lowered his voice slightly, sounding somewhat hesitant.

"This lord's fortune was not as good as Kunpeng's. He did not leave with the Nanhua Sword Immortal who followed Feng Xuanyi. He guarded the sacred mountain alone, advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, and died. My Palace Dragon Lord took this opportunity to prove himself, but he perished due to insufficient preparation."

Xu Xuan felt a surge of emotion. He hadn't expected to hear the name Feng Xuan here again. This first-generation Feng Xuan Sword Immortal, whose Daoist name was [Nan Hua], was a manifestation of Xuan Qi. He had ultimately gone beyond the heavens, and his cultivation had likely broken through again. "May I ask, Dragon Maiden, what lineage did the [Hou Yin] Venerable One inherit?"

His question caused Luo An to show a look of panic, as if it were a taboo. He first looked across the void to the horizon, and only felt relieved when he saw that the thunder was still there.

"【冱陰】is connected to Lesser Yin."

Luo An seemed unwilling to discuss this topic, so he activated his supernatural powers to increase his speed. The two traveled in the void for a long time, and the surroundings became increasingly cold. Even the seawater froze, leaving only a vast expanse of white.

Above the icy sea, a dragon palace built of ice can be seen in the distance. The ice gate of the main hall is lined with white jade and black pearls, and white flowers grow on the ice around it, swaying in the cold wind.

Waiting outside the hall was an extremely handsome young man, dressed in a frost-white robe. He was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and looked quite young, but his bloodline was somewhat mixed, with only two slightly protruding ice-patterned dragon horns, like small cones.

Xu Xuan looked over and saw that the dragon-type youth had a rather good demeanor, with feminine features, and a frost-white longsword at his waist, which subtly echoed the ice and snow.

'This lineage is likely to transform into a dragon.'

The one without horns but with a mane is called the Cold Dragon. When Wei Shuang used her supernatural powers, what appeared was not an ice dragon, but a Cold Dragon, which is enough to show that the decline of this lineage started from the fruition level and went downwards. It cannot be solved by improving the bloodline.

If things continue like this, the Hanxu dragon race will likely be downgraded to only slightly stronger than the noble race, far inferior to the Donghan and Nanming.

The void shattered, and Luo An and Xu Xuan landed together. The young man quickly stepped forward and respectfully bowed:
"Junior Bei Jingxu pays respects to the Dragon King of the Netherworld."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Luo An, his gaze and tone becoming more intimate, and whispered:

"Greetings, elder sister."

"You're quite well-informed, knowing this esteemed person was coming, and waiting here early. Now that you've seen the Sword Immortal, are you satisfied?"

Luo An's voice carried a hint of teasing, but Jing Xu was somewhat embarrassed and only said:

“I have heard that the Dragon King of the Netherworld reclaimed the Heavenly Pool and slew the stone man with his sword. He is the second sword immortal of my demon race after the Sword Immortal Xueqing. Naturally, I respect him.”

He felt a pang of emotion. Xue Qing was an ancient mortal blood rabbit demon who cultivated the Taiyin and held the position of Qing'e in the Moon Palace. She also bestowed upon this immortal position the wonder of sword intent.

There was only one sword immortal among the ancient demons, and now another dragon has emerged, enough to shake the world.

"You also practice swordsmanship?"

Xu Xuan smiled slightly, his gaze falling on the sword at the young man's waist. Jing Xu, however, seemed a little embarrassed, slightly pressing down on the Frost Sword and whispering:
"Reporting to the Dragon King, the dragon blood of my generation has degenerated significantly, making it difficult to use many of my innate supernatural abilities. My claws and teeth are useless, so I sought the sharpness of the sword. Now I have finally managed to comprehend the essence of the sword."

"Once I have met the old master, I can discuss swordsmanship with you."

Xu Xuan's voice carried a hint of friendliness, which made Jing Xu's eyes light up. He immediately stepped aside and respectfully said:
"Thank you, Dragon King. Lady Bai Gao has awakened from the ice cave and is now manifesting in the palace using the method of image projection."

“Brother Mingdu, please, I will not go in.”

Luo An glanced at Xu Xuan beside him and gave him a slight nod.

The ice door of the main hall opened, and a cold wind blew out from it, with frost-white and cold light changing. Xu Xuan stepped into it.

A subtle fragrance wafted through the air, and a hazy white light filled the air. Beneath their feet lay a thin layer of blue-white ice, surrounded by various white jade and ice carvings. In the center stood a magnificent ice throne.

Seated on the throne was a man dressed in a plain white robe with ice patterns. His appearance was delicate, yet he possessed an air of righteousness. His dragon horn was broken, with one broken cleanly in the middle, revealing a pair of bright, round, white dragon eyes.

The ice beneath his feet cast a shadow large enough to cover the entire ice palace, slowly moving through the icy sea, as if pressing down on the very air that had frozen the entire void.

Bai Gao, the master of the Cold Accumulation Dragon Vein, is also a dragon species in the late stage of the Purple Mansion. He has been recuperating in the icy sea for many years. Xu Xuan sensed it slightly and knew that what was in front of him was just an illusion, not the real body.

"This junior greets the White-Robed Dragon King."

Xu Xuan greeted them first, but then heard a calm laugh from above, and a cold wind stopped him from bowing.

"There's no need for that. You Du, as the master of Tianchi, your position is already equal to mine. Please take your seat."

Bai Gao's gaze shifted slightly, carrying a hint of scrutiny. He vaguely sensed the aura of the dragon below, feeling that lightning was hidden in its reverse scale, thunder subdued its mind, and lightning and thunder were under its control.

Xu Xuan thanked him and took his seat. He didn't know what the Dragon King wanted to say, so he just waited quietly for him to speak.

"You have Hong Long?"

Bai Gao's gaze sharpened slightly. He was naturally very familiar with this aura. It was the spirit treasure of the Void Dragon King, the [Fenglong] Thunder Drum, which came from the Eastern Xuan Heavenly Palace and was a spirit artifact that imitated a magic weapon.

"Indeed, I got it by sheer luck."

Xu Xuan didn't mention what he saw on the altar in his words, but Bai Gao sighed and whispered:
“In this world, there is no such thing as luck; everything is predestined. This sword and this drum are meant to fall into your hands.”

(End of this chapter)