One person established a clan

Chapter 168 Ancient Heavenly Dragon
A bolt of purple lightning ripped through the Dragon Bone Wasteland, whipping up a fierce gale.

Su Cheng rode his sword through the air, holding Fu Luo in his arms, gazing intently into the distance.

[Detected at the Temple of Heaven in the Five Desolations, 103421m]

The vastness of the Dragon Tomb world far exceeded expectations and was beyond the system's detection range.

Fortunately, they dispatched phantoms to search everywhere, otherwise they would have almost missed the Temple of Heaven.
"Uncle, what treasure is so valuable?"

Flora gently gathered her flowing black hair, her eyes sparkling. "Seeing how anxious you are."

Have you ever heard of the Five Desolate Heavenly Altar?

"The Five Desolations, the Altar of Heaven?"

Flora pondered for a moment, then gently shook her head. "Never heard of such a thing."

Su Cheng said in a low voice, "Do you know about the events that happened at Qiongqing Mountain Plain twenty-two years ago?"

Flo's expression shifted slightly. "Rumor has it that hundreds of sects were involved, and even ancient clans were implicated, but in the end, almost all of them were wiped out, which is why news about this battle is extremely scarce."

At this point, she suddenly realized something and looked at Su Cheng with surprise and uncertainty.

Could the Five Desolate Altars be related to that dramatic change?

Seeing Su Cheng's solemn expression, Fu Luo pursed her lips and quickly fell silent.

I suppose this matter is quite important to my uncle, so it's best not to say anything.
hum!
Before long, the purple lightning suddenly stopped in front of a rugged cliff.

Su Cheng leaped into the mountain crevice, slid down the slippery rock face at high speed, and disappeared into the dark cave in the blink of an eye.

[Detected at the Temple of Heaven in the Five Desolations, 28m]

Su Cheng and the puppet landed steadily, and soon a phantom came forward to greet them.

"You did a good job."

He put Flo down from his arms and casually patted the illusory figure on the shoulder. "Continue searching other places."

After the illusory figure disappeared, he focused his gaze on the depths of the grotto, where an ancient and mysterious stone altar stood quietly.

Su Cheng suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.

He took the Five Desolations Mystic Pendant from his collar, and the jade instantly transformed into a stream of light that disappeared into the center of the Altar of Heaven.

The stone altar trembled violently, and countless mysterious runes gradually lit up, with wisps of mysterious light rising up and all flowing into the jade pendant.

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Su Cheng stared intently, holding his breath, when Fu Luo beside him suddenly felt a surge of heat in her palm.

She glanced sideways, thinking to herself. Even when she clashed with the Dragon Soul earlier, her uncle had never shown such a solemn expression.

What secret does this place hold that makes my uncle so concerned?
The mysterious light emanating from the Temple of Heaven suddenly dissipated.

Su Cheng raised his hand and caught the jade pendant that flew back.

The moment he touched it, he was momentarily stunned, and fragmented images flashed through his mind again.
The familiar female figure stood proudly in the sky, holding a gleaming white longsword.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down like a galaxy, its shimmering light swirling around her.
In the distance, a dark shadow, obscuring the sky, parted the clouds, its winding form stretching for thousands of miles, seemingly about to devour the entire heavens.
The two sides seemed to exchange words for a moment, but in the blink of an eye they were already fighting, and the scene was immediately engulfed by white light.

Just as Su Cheng was puzzled, the beautiful figure appeared gracefully in the white light.

"—Yuanlong attempted to defy human reason and has been killed."

The ethereal music cleansed the mind and spirit, making one dare not entertain the slightest distracting thoughts.

The woman moved with light, graceful steps, ripples spreading beneath her feet: "If you wish...to go to the Origin of Stars to find the White Ancestor."

The voice faded, eventually vanishing like a bubble.

The next moment, the scene abruptly changed—

In the vast forest, a streak of light fell from the sky and crashed into the earth.

The terrifying impact caused the terrain to collapse, and countless rock peaks rose from the ground.

From the center of the smoke and dust, a dragon shadow emerged from half of a charred dragon scale, let out a furious roar, and then burrowed deep into the ground.
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Su Cheng suddenly snapped back to his senses and gripped the jade pendant tightly.

If the speculation is correct, this is clearly a scene of a terrifying dragon being slain, its scales falling to the mortal realm.
And that location seems to be Tianqi Mountain!
"Was this something that happened twenty-two years ago, or even further back in time?"

Su Cheng's eyes flickered uncertainly. "Is this dragon scale related to the Xuanqing Dragon Clan?"

If it's unrelated, perhaps that dragon scale is still here?

Boom——!
The mountain suddenly trembled violently, and rocks fell in a shower.

Su Cheng made a decisive move, waving his sleeve to collect the entire Altar of Heaven, and then pulled Fuluo and the puppet out of the cave.

"That is."

Flo looked into the distance, her expression suddenly changing.

Several miles away, the wasteland was collapsing, and towering black mist surged out like a tide, condensing into a majestic dragon shadow in the air.

"It is the greatest source of resentment within the Dragon Tomb?" "Roar—!"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, and a chilling, resentful aura swept across the land.

The dragon's shadow suddenly turned its head, its dark eyes locking onto the three of them, and it hurtled through the air with immense dragon might. Thunder raged wherever it passed, as if the sky were collapsing.

Flora's expression changed drastically: "Watch out!"

"It seems this battle is unavoidable!"

Su Cheng's feet surged with spiritual light, instantly lifting the two people into the air for a hundred feet.

Boom——!
The dragon's shadow crashed violently into the cliff, and the dark lightning crushed the scattered rocks into dust.

It raised its head and glared angrily at the purple lightning flashing in the sky, then roared and chased after it again.

The secret realm suddenly trembled, immediately alarming all the forces involved.

"What...what happened?!"

"Could it be that the secret realm is about to close?!"

Many cultivators who were in the process of breaking through their cultivation were forced to wake up and hurriedly looked around.

"Weird thing!"

Wang Zichen quickly retreated to Sun Rui's side, his expression grave: "Nearly thirty of the thirty-six secret realms have been explored, so why is there such a strange movement?"

After two days of travel, the pathways between the various secret realms have been opened, allowing all forces to reunite.

With a powerful cultivator clearing the way, they should have easily swept through the entire Hundred Rivers Secret Treasury, but the current commotion—

There must be something fishy about this.

Sun Rui secretly transmitted his voice, "Keep a close eye on the people of Changjing Pavilion and Taisu Pavilion. If there is any unusual activity, report to the sect leader immediately."

At this moment, other forces were also stirring up trouble.

"Your Highness, please be careful." Two old guards helped the unsteady Crown Prince.

"No problem."

He waved his hand in acknowledgment, his face slightly pale.

The sudden change elicited varying reactions from different factions. The cultivators from Wenyou Mountain, in particular, seemed quite anxious and agitated.

But what troubled him most was
Su Cheng has not been seen to this day.

"Sect Leader Wei, do you know where Young Master Su has gone?"

"Your Highness has put me in a difficult position."

Not far away, Sect Master Wei shook his head helplessly: "Since entering the secret realm, I haven't run into Young Master Su even once."

The Crown Prince frowned deeply. He reasoned that the main soul of the secret realm must have been severed by Young Master Su, but why hadn't it appeared yet, and why had the secret realm suddenly undergone such an anomaly?
"The old immortal of Taisu Pavilion is skilled in divination and may know the clues."

He subconsciously turned around and saw that the white-bearded old man surrounded by the cultivators also had a solemn expression.

"This aura... there's no mistake!"

The white-bearded old man made calculations with his fingers, his expression shifting constantly. "The scales left by the ancient celestial dragon are indeed buried in this secret realm."

Although the exact location is difficult to determine, given this unusual activity, someone must have found it.
"Where exactly is it?! Hmm?!"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted sharply, "Everyone, quickly protect your minds!"

Before the cultivators could recover, the secret realm trembled violently as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open. A terrifying pressure erupted from the ground, throwing many cultivators into the air, and some even coughed up blood on the spot.

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

The top sects and clans from all sides were also greatly alarmed at this moment.

The Crown Prince's hair stood on end from the dragon's might, and he stared dumbfounded at the cracked ground.

"Could it be that a terrifying monster is about to appear in the world?!"

Thunder roared, and the dragon's roar shook the starry sky.

The majestic dragon shadow roared as it charged toward the sky, its gaping, pitch-black maw as deep as an abyss.

"—Go back!"

A burst of sword energy suddenly erupted, a hundred-foot-long silver blade cleaving the dragon's head, while a crescent-shaped ribbon of light suppressed it and crashed to the ground, creating a terrifying storm of wind and lightning.

Su Cheng swooped down on his sword, the dragon scale sword in his hand streaking like a meteor, and then slashed through the mist to cleave the dragon's head that emerged from the fog!
The dragon's roar abruptly ceased, and the enormous dragon shadow overturned once more, emitting a muffled sound of struggle.

"Truly thick-skinned and tough."

Su Cheng dodged the sweeping dragon tail, retreated a hundred feet away, and gripped the longsword crackling with silver lightning.

[Xuanqing slays the dragon, Lingxuan reaches perfection (incomplete)]

(End of this chapter)