Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 455 This is a 'remnant' of the Dragon Palace, do you believe it?
Blood stained the land for millions of miles.

Struggles, roars, and unwilling howls echoed between heaven and earth. Within the Tianmeng Marsh, Foundation Establishment experts, once seen as powerful beings by ordinary mortals, fell like rain, and high-ranking Condensation True Persons shed blood upon the heavens.

This was a calamity. No one could stop that crimson figure. All forces, regardless of their stance, were rapidly withdrawing from the Great Swamp and abandoning the pursuit.

Over the past two weeks, Zhang Yuanzhu has also improved through his battles, his cultivation has become increasingly profound, and he has gradually mastered magic.

……

The center of Tianmengze is a ruined site.

Four figures stood side by side, gazing at the ancient door, their eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

"We can't take the Dragon Palace entrance with us."

"Decades of planning have yielded nothing. Even some Foundation Establishment juniors within the peak have entered the grand event, while we remain here in vain."

"When that unorthodox cultivator gained power, the Holy Maiden heard of him and fled in panic, returning to her sect."

"Should we leave too? Beyond the gate might lie opportunities left behind by the Dragon Palace."

……

During their brief conversation, all four men wore expressions of resentment.

Painted Skin Peak risked exposing the Soul-Eating Poison Palace's layout just for this opportunity, but now it has become a stepping stone for the younger generation.

They didn't even have leftovers, and now they're leaving.

"That person has only just entered the Condensation of Qi Realm, and has not even taken the first step. Even if his talent is extraordinary, how can he contend with four peak Condensation of Qi Realm cultivators?"

A blood-red figure roared, its killing intent surging and churning like a raging sea.

The ruins fell silent for a moment. The three remaining cultivators, including the old man in a black robe embroidered with centipede patterns, all looked at the Blood Shadow who had spoken with strange expressions.

Having cultivated to such a level, how could they not distinguish between strong and weak? Judging from that person's battle record and experience, they would never be his match.

"Hey, whether you truly want to stay, or are reluctant to give up the opportunities at Dragon Gate, or are even deceiving us into becoming cannon fodder, we..."

Someone sneered, before they could finish speaking.

tower!
A crisp footstep sound came from the ends of the earth, like the beating of a war drum, shaking one's mind and spirit.

Ta-ta-ta~
A figure in a red robe slowly emerged, standing no more than eight feet tall, yet seemingly as tall as the sky, dominating the space.

A yellow dog followed behind the crimson shadow, its beastly eyes bloodthirsty as if eyeing some food.

In an instant, the muscles of the four figures tensed, their magical power surged, and their eyes were fixed on the approaching youth.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, what brings you here?"

"The righteous path relentlessly pursues us, while the demonic and unorthodox paths should be united as one."

"This place is the ruins of the Dragon Palace, which must contain great opportunities. Please explore it, Fellow Daoist Zhang."

tower!
"Fellow Daoist?"

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, stopped in his tracks, and chuckled:
"You deserve it too!"

Within his dantian, the nine-tiered azure platform trembled slightly, and streams of magical power surged forth.

He raised his arm, his fingers forming a pen, and drew a thin, dark crack in front of him.
Click~
The crack expanded, transforming into a narrow, elongated mirror with irregular edges, resembling withered branches and twigs.

The mirror does not reflect light, but rather devours all light, like a black hole, suspended in front of you.

A withered mirror, a dead light!

He mastered the first spell he cultivated in the Condensing Fiend Realm after several days of study.

This moment is perfect.
kill!

A soft drink.

The mirror surface trembled slightly, and the surrounding luster disappeared.

At this moment, heaven and earth were plunged into darkness. Light was swallowed up, and darkness spread rapidly, engulfing all directions.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, how dare you!"

The four of them moved forward side by side and attacked at the same time.

Boom~
Amidst the deafening roar, four blood-red rivers emerged, vast and mighty, stretching for thousands of miles without end.

As the blood river surged and roared, countless painted faces appeared in the sea of ​​blood, howling and charging.

The black radiance and the blood-red river collided in an instant.

hum~
The sea of ​​blood was extinguished, the painted skin turned to ash, and darkness instantly enveloped a blood-red figure.

Ah ~
Amidst the mournful howls, the blood shadow vanished, and the aura of the peak-level Condensation Realm expert dissipated completely.

The three surviving True Immortals of Painted Skin Peak looked horrified and incredulous.

They had tried to overestimate their opponent, but found that they had still underestimated him.

With a single strike, he broke through the combined attack of four people and even killed a peak-level Nascent Soul cultivator. Such power has already surpassed the Nascent Soul realm.

run!
Run!!
The three figures exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of bloody light, and fled in all directions.

At this moment, they no longer had any intention of resisting.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, his five fingers spread wide, and a large blue seal appeared in his palm.

Raise your palm.

The green wood seal swelled in the wind, covering three thousand miles of land and sky, like a continent suspended in the sky, covering the entire ruins.

Such power, such a green wood seal, would be unbelievable even if all the Xuanqing True Man of the Xuanqing Temple were to come together.

That was a peerless brilliance that had never been displayed in their hands before.

At this moment, whether it was the escaped Huapi Peak Master or the demonic cultivators remaining in the ruins, they all looked up at the sky, their expressions blank.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Boom~
The great seal pressed down, turning the world upside down and raising a cloud of dust, which was then extinguished by its overwhelming power.

The blood shadows, the sea of ​​blood, the struggles and roars—all shattered and vanished in an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, the blue seal shrank and hung around the young man's waist.

Standing on the ground, Zhang Yuanzhu looked around and saw that all the ruins and rubble had disappeared, turning into flat land.

Only a dilapidated, ancient gate stands not far away.

He smiled slightly, his double pupils as deep and unfathomable as he strode forward.

His red robes fluttered in the wind, his black hair danced wildly, and his slender body radiated a faint glow, exuding an ethereal charm.

"Hiding near the gate was a good idea, but it couldn't change the final outcome."

call out!
A blood-red centipede flew out from the crack in the gatepost.

The centipede was ferocious, with a dark red carapace. As its limbs slid, it tore through space and escaped at lightning speed.

The centipede's eyes were filled with resentment and hatred.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you are not a righteous cultivator. Do you really intend to fight us to the death?"

A sharp whistling sound echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

The young man's expression remained unchanged; he extended his palm with his five fingers spread out.

Click~
The sky crumbled inch by inch, revealing a dark void.

A fair hand appeared above the centipede and gently grasped it.

bang~
The blood light dissipated, the centipede exploded, blood splattered, and then it was swept away by the blue light and turned into ashes.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand, his gaze falling to the blood-stained carapace on his palm.

Storage space.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the storage shell and looked ahead again.

He stepped to the doorway, looking at the mottled marks and cracks on the stone pillars, and gazing at the dilapidated and ancient door.

The young man remained silent, as if he had returned to a majestic and sacred gate, where the two characters "Dragon Palace" on the plaque shone brightly, more dazzling than the stars.

Unfortunately, the luxurious palace is now empty, the powerful figures have vanished, and even the being known as the Dragon Lord has perished.

In the vast and boundless sky, only the gate stands, witnessing everything.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and stroked the stone pillar, feeling the roughness between his fingertips.

Even with his keen eyesight, he couldn't discern whether there was any opportunity involved, but...

"If we do this, the opportunity will surely arise."

Zhang Yuanzhu muttered to himself.

In the blink of an eye, the body's energy shifts.

Powerful and sacred, like the most supreme and noble being in the world descending, its double pupils transformed into dragon eyes.

Seven runes emerged from his body, flowing like dragons, converging towards his palm. These runes, from the Nuo mask transforming into a red dragon and comprehending the Daoist revered artifact—the Dragon-Patterned Azure Gold Cauldron—simultaneously appeared in the world.

If the Dragon Palace holds any opportunity, it will surely appear at this moment.

Because in this era, there will never be a more suitable successor than him.

hum~
From the primordial ages to the present, the gate, which had remained unmoved since time immemorial, began to tremble and emit a clattering sound.

What began as a faint bird song transformed in an instant into a thunderous roar, a raging sea, and a dazzling, earth-shattering light.

A powerful suction force emerged from the portal, but Zhang Yuanzhu remained motionless.

'The Heavenly Dream Vast Sea Dragon Clan did indeed leave something behind.'

He whispered to himself, sensing divine light.

After confirming there was no danger, he waved his sleeve and put the big yellow dog beside him into his pet bag.

Then, following the light, it took a step forward.

In an instant, his vision shifted, and he found himself in a 'small' space.

Wisps of gray mist drifted and wandered, obscuring vision, so much so that even a pair of dragon eyes could not see through them.

At the same time, a strange, intimate feeling came from somewhere in the space.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward, following the call of his heart.

He traversed layers of gray fog, continuously exploring the interior of the space.

After a stick of incense.

The young man stopped in his tracks, looked up, and his eyes were filled with ripples of shock.

"Such a thing has not been completely destroyed and has survived to this day."

The ninety-nine steps are like cast gold, with a blue-gold pillar suspended above them.

It is thick in the middle and short on both sides, and is engraved with flowers, birds and animals, and dragon patterns.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the 'short pillar' and fell silent.

This is not a 'short pillar' at all; it is clearly a corner of the dragon-patterned lapis lazuli tripod.

A genuine fragment of a dragon artifact is placed on the platform, conveying a sense of intimacy and connection.

At this moment, his agitated mind gradually calmed down, his expression became solemn, and various thoughts swirled in his mind.

This item was left behind by the Dragon Lord, or perhaps it was a contingency plan devised by that being.

After all, the Dragon Lord himself was refined into a powerful artifact, so it's unlikely that he could surpass the Dao Lord in terms of planning and strategy.

Of course, it could also be that other beings intervened during the primordial era.

As for a relic of a venerable master, it is possible that it survived to this day through various coincidences, but it is too small.

This is not a fragment of a great weapon, but a tripod, so how could the victor ignore it?

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward, ascended the golden steps, and strode upwards.

The Dao Venerable and the Dragon Venerable are far beyond his realm, so he cannot comprehend the difference or know the immense power within.

However, even if relics from the old era are arranged in a certain way, how much power do they retain as time goes by?

With each step forward, the call from the depths of my heart grows ever closer.

Tower~
He ascended to the top of the ninety-nine steps, raised his arm, and a blue light emanated from his fingertips as he grabbed at the base of the tripod.

Decisive and direct.

Snapped!
With my five fingers touching the tripod legs, I didn't bother to sense the immense power within them, and whispered to myself:
'Take control!'

In that instant, the cyan-gold tripod legs vanished from the air above the steps.

Click~
The moment the tripod disappeared, the ninety-nine golden steps trembled violently, and cracks appeared.

The gray fog space was shaking and tearing apart, and then…

broken!

Boom!

Amidst the deafening roar, countless fragments of space swept across the surroundings, streaking through the void like shooting stars.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a green wooden seal on his head to protect himself, while his dragon eyes surveyed his surroundings.

With a thought, ripples appeared, and the figure disappeared.

They reappeared, now back in front of the Dragon Palace gate.

The doors are mottled and cracked, and the ancient aura has long since dissipated.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the door collapsed, scattering like dust.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, there was only a crimson shadow.

The last traces of the Dragon Palace in the world have vanished!
He sat cross-legged, with a green wooden seal hovering above his head, casting strands of green light to protect him.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked inward into the depths of his mind, where the Seven Treasures Tree swayed, a green leaf trembled, and four-colored divine light intertwined and flowed upon it.

The cyan-gold tripod legs floated and sank amidst the four-colored divine light, just like the most ordinary utensils.

The young man's eyes were deep as he observed quietly.

After a long time, the dragon-patterned lapis lazuli tripod fragments remained unmoved.

Was it that the Seven Treasures Tree was too powerful, suppressing the remnant artifact of the Dragon Lord? Or was it that the spirit of the remnant artifact of the Dragon Lord had long since perished in the battles of the Dao Lord, or was eroded by time?

Various speculations flashed through his mind.

However, whatever the real reason, he will continue to control this remnant of the Dragon Lord artifact and will not easily reveal it to the outside world.

Now, it's time to observe the effects of the Dragon Lord's Remnant Weapon on controlling the Empress.

The information on the mirror, formed by the interwoven four-colored divine light, has already undergone some changes as the will is poured into it.

Mastery: [Level 6] Dragon Pattern Azure Cauldron (Fragment) (Trait: Dream)

'Level 6? Entering a dream?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

Even a magic weapon at the Golden Core level is only level four, which means it's at the Venerable Realm, two major realms higher than the Golden Core Realm, and above the Nascent Soul Dao Lord.

Just as he expected, it didn't exceed the expected value by much.

As for the [Characteristic] entering the dream, the young man carefully examined himself but found no changes; everything was as usual.

He frowned slightly, scanning his body with his spiritual sense again and again, but still found nothing.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath, preparing to temporarily set aside the [Special Ability] and take stock of the gains from this battle.

A hand extends, revealing a blood-stained carapace.

The instant the carapace appeared, a strange feeling welled up in my heart, like an instinct, deep in my bones, and I spoke unconsciously:
"Dream?"

In an instant, the earth and the dust blurred everything in sight; as the perspective shifted, various scenes flashed by.

Flames, centipedes, withered trees, black crows... finally, the view settled on a palace.

Flesh and blood formed a carpet, human skin covered the ground, and white bones formed steps. An old man in a black robe stood on the white bone steps.

The black robe was wide and embroidered with terrifying centipede patterns, resembling countless poisonous insects crawling on it.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the familiar face in the black robe, his pupils shrinking slightly. This person was none other than the Fifth Step True Person of Condensing Fiend who had just been killed.

The young man gazed at the palace, which seemed frozen in time like a painting, and followed his instincts to enter the palace, arriving before the old man in black robes.

With one step, it vanished directly into the aged body.

At this moment, the frozen painting begins to flow, and everything comes alive.

Zhang Yuanzhu, like an observer, sensed the active blood and qi in the 'body', the spiritual consciousness condensed in the old man's mind, and the nine-layered spiritual platform in the dantian completely covered by baleful energy.

At this moment, he felt like an 'old man', able to clearly sense everything about the other person.

The young man seemed to have already grasped the meaning of some Level 6 [characteristics].

Falling asleep?

Enter the dream!

This is entering a dream!

Even with Zhang Yuanzhu's composure, he was still shocked. Relying on the objects, he entered his opponent's past and sensed the opponent's blood energy, spiritual consciousness, laws, and scriptures.

Such a characteristic makes even the master himself inferior in his eyes.

Can a level 6 [trait] really achieve this level?
(End of this chapter)