The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 342 The Wind Rises and Clouds Surge Across the Vast Ocean

After Zhou Yan won the confrontation with the Great Sun Golden Crow, he began to directly use the abundant blood and energy of the Primordial Dragon Turtle to feed the Bronze Divine Tree and the Three-Legged Golden Crow.

Meanwhile, the ancient dragon turtle became increasingly agitated.

For some reason, He always felt that his body was somewhat powerless—

Its vital energy and blood were drained by the Bronze Divine Tree, a primordial divine tree.

Its vital energy was further drained by the Great Sun Golden Crow, and even its primordial energy was faintly absorbed by the Heavenly Pillar to replenish Zhou Yan's losses. It would be a miracle if it recovered.

This loss and disappearance of vital energy within the body could be detected by him if he calmed down. However, Kaiming was holding him back at the moment, and the nine heads kept using their supernatural powers, leaving the dragon turtle overwhelmed and unable to think.

He felt his heart burning with anxiety. The urging of the water god Gonggong became more and more intense, and the entanglement with Kaiming was hard to shake off. Layers of emotions piled up, making his mind more and more irritable, and he kept calling on the water god's retinue.

"Destroy Langzhong and come to my aid immediately!"

The white ape and the descendant of the dragon turtle were the first to make a move.

After transforming into human form, the majestic dragon-turtle descendant roared and transformed into a smaller dragon-turtle, traversing the city, trying to smash the buildings, its eyes filled with ruthlessness and madness.

Suddenly, he was bound by a powerful surge of water energy and violently flung into the sky.

The dragon-turtle stared intently and saw that it was a jiaolong (a type of dragon), circling in the air, emitting bursts of dragon roars, its dragon eyes fixed on it. The dragon-turtle was worried about its ancestor and was extremely agitated: "Dragon race?! They are nothing but traitors who betrayed the God Gonggong and joined the human race, get out of my way!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Xuantao's heart stirred with an uncontrollable ripple of emotion—curiosity mixed with a desire to know why the Dragon Clan had fallen into such a state. However, glancing in the direction of the battle, he suppressed all these feelings and said:

"I absolutely cannot let you influence my husband!"

The dragon's defense was not as good as the dragon turtle's, but it was more agile. Ao Xuantao changed its form several times, grabbed the dragon turtle's shell with its dragon claws, and flew towards the outer river. This made the dragon turtle furious and roar and curse. Ao Xuantao pretended not to notice anything.

Seeing that it was getting further and further away from its ancestor, and that its water-attribute supernatural powers were not enough to overpower Ao Xuantao, the dragon turtle had no choice but to grit its teeth and suddenly thrust its head out to bite Ao Xuantao's dragon tail.

Turtles and tortoises have incredibly powerful mouths; once they bite down, they won't let go, no matter what.

This dragon-turtle with divine beast bloodline is even more formidable in its mouth, biting Ao Xuantao's dragon tail until it cracked, bleeding profusely, and its dragon scales scattered. In pain, it could no longer use its supernatural powers and plummeted heavily from the sky.

A dragon and a turtle crashed heavily onto the side of the Jialing River ferry in Langzhong, stirring up waves and creating a spectacular display. The dragon and the turtle fought and bit each other in the river, their blood staining the surface red.

The dragon turtle roared, "Why are you stopping me!"

Ao Xuantao's voice was deep: "My lord has shown me great kindness, how could I allow you to go!"

The dragon turtle stared intently at the dragon before it. The dragon race had clearly declined, yet this dragon was extraordinary, its body faintly bearing golden markings, indicating it had received the blood of a top-tier dragon. It coldly said, "...Heh, gratitude for being recognized, gratitude for being recognized?"

"Back then, Yinglong sought refuge with Ji Xuanyuan, only to be abandoned by him in the end. Is this the grace of being recognized and appreciated? Your dragon clan helped Yu the Great and rebelled against the revered god Gonggong. After the god was sealed away, you received the authority over the rivers, lakes, and seas. Is this the grace of being recognized and appreciated?"

"But if we're talking about it, back then your dragon race was the right-hand man of the god Gonggong. You betrayed the god Gonggong one after another and joined the human race. Later, you were repeatedly betrayed and purged by the human race, until now, the dragon race is in decline."

"Is this what you've been asking for?!"

The dragon-turtle stared intently at Ao Xuantao before it and said:

"The alliance between the dragon race and the human race has lasted for thousands of years. In the end, the human race has become more prosperous while the dragon race has become more and more declining. You are from the Jinghe Water Clan, right? Back then, the Jinghe Water Clan was almost completely wiped out. Who killed them?"

"And who was responsible for the annihilation of the Dongting Dragon Clan?"

The extinction of the Jinghe Dragon Clan by Emperor Taizong Li Shimin, and the decline of the dragon clan, have always been Ao Xuantao's greatest pain. When the dragon turtle in front of him revealed this, a trace of pain flashed in Ao Xuantao's eyes.

The dragon-turtle keenly sensed this trace of pain.

He knew that if he fought Ao Xuantao head-on, it would be difficult to determine a winner easily. It would be better to win by attacking his mind. Seeing that the dragon's scales were covered in gold and its aura was extraordinary, it was clear that it was an extremely talented person among the aquatic race.

Both being aquatic creatures, the dragon-turtle immediately felt a sense of appreciation for talent and said in a deep voice:

"...How about this, you come back and return to the service of the revered god Gonggong."

Ao Xuantao exclaimed, "What?!"

The dragon turtle, however, said matter-of-factly, "Clouds and mist are merely manifestations of water."

"The clouds follow the dragon, which is a blessing bestowed upon you by the Venerable God. You have only been misled by the human race for the past few thousand years and have temporarily deviated from the direction of the Venerable God Gonggong. But rest assured, the Venerable God is not concerned with such things."

"He treats all things and all kinds of beings equally, unlike humans who hold grudges."

"Return to the command of the revered god Gonggong, take control of the power of the ancient dragon race, and explore the secrets of your race buried in history."

"It's much better than being a mount under the command of this human!"

The dragon turtle's voice was deep and honest, not seductive, but sincere. It even carried a hint of astonishment and regret at seeing Ao Xuantao, a fellow aquatic, become his enemy, standing before him. He said:

"Come back, myriad beings under the frost. In this world, we are inherently superior to all races. We possess natural power, we have the strongest deity, and we have ancient heritage. Humans, on the other hand, have nothing."

"Don't you even want to pay homage to your ancestors?!"

Ao Xuantao's eyes narrowed instantly.

The dragon turtle smiled and said, "Under the command of the Venerable God, there are your dragon clan's true ancestors, but those ancestors of yours have all been sealed away by the human race and are currently sleeping in the rivers!"

"Yes, just like my ancestors, just like Wuzhiqi."

"That is the Dragon King of the Four Seas."

"All you need to do is return, and together with the white ape and me, we can unseal our ancestors."

What the dragon turtle offered was almost fatally tempting to any descendant of the dragon race. A deep longing appeared in Ao Xuantao's eyes, and he said slowly, "I cannot... betray my lord."

"This is not betrayal!"

Longbie said, "You can trust him. I swear I'll protect his life. As for this place, Langzhong... the Li Tang dynasty killed your entire clan. Are you still going to help them?!"

"You are sacrificing your loyalty to protect his life."

"This is already considered repaying his kindness!"

"Repay his past kindness, then return to the banner of the revered god Gonggong, explore your lineage, and understand the history and past of the dragon race being buried and extinct. Wouldn't that be better?!"

"Go and restore your strength and the glory of your ancestors."

"It's not just about the dragons of the Jing River, but the glory of the entire dragon race. At that time, let alone the mere Jing River Dragon Lord, it's not impossible for him to one day transform into a true dragon and become the Dragon King of the Four Seas!"

"Do you really intend to forget the blood feud and the past grievances of the dragon clan just because of a mere favor?!"

When Ao Xuantao and the dragon turtle were facing off.

Many aquatic demons and Gonggong's relatives also began their actions in Langzhong. Shi's agent, Jia Shi, and Di Zhizhen did not want even the ancient Langzhong bell to be taken away by Gonggong's lineage. They noticed the location where the people were gathering at this moment.

"Why not use these people's lives as a blood sacrifice, and with the help of Gonggong to unseal the dragon turtle, we can also bring the Silent Mother here..."

Di Zhizhen's mind raced.

Everyone has their own needs and desires.

As Ao Xuantao made his move, Shen Cangming also noticed the change. He swung his Mo Dao (a type of Chinese sword) heavily, sending a water creature flying. After shaking off the blue blood on the blade, he said, "...There's a murderous aura, several of them." "Some of them are heading straight here."

"The other group is after that enormous bell-shaped magic treasure."

Li Zhenyue's expression darkened slightly: "...Ordinary aquatic demons, with the Green Lion of Mount Wutai around, wouldn't be in too much danger, but if those few auras come..."

Shen Cangming was silent for a moment. He knew that staying here was the safest option at this time, but he exhaled and spoke succinctly: "I'll go out and intercept them."

Li Zhenyue's eyes flickered.

"...That would be too dangerous."

Shen Cangming said slowly, "I was never a general who commanded the central army. My expertise was only in leading elite cavalry to intercept and kill the enemy. Now, I am just doing what I am good at."

"I'll leave this to you. I'll go and buy some time."

Shen Cangming glanced back at the people behind him, gripping his longsword, his eyes sharp. Since he hadn't brought Dahei with him, he had to ride a regular warhorse, carrying his sword and bow, and followed a wisp of aura.

After Shen Cangming left, Li Zhenyue took out his heavy shield. Looking at the shield that had withstood the blows of swords and blades, the man's breathing calmed down. He adjusted his armor and strode forward.

"Great Tang Dynasty, Shuofang Army, Li Zhenyue."

"Where are the soldiers from Langzhong Prefecture?"

Where are the men of the Tang Dynasty?

He walked step by step past the utterly exhausted people, looking at the endless night and the city of Langzhong glowing strangely under the moonlight. He stood at the forefront, his left hand slamming his shield against the ground, his right hand drawing his sword from its sheath, and exhaling a breath.

Scattered and scattered, the soldiers glanced at their families, gripped their weapons tightly, some were old and some were young, they were exhausted, they were only human, but they still stood behind Li Zhenyue, holding their weapons.

Raising a shield, or simply a wooden door, forms the simplest defensive formation.

They were weak and afraid when faced with the aquatic creatures in the night.

However, there was no other choice.

Li Zhenyue looked back at these ordinary people. At this moment, the rugged man suddenly felt his heart beating more powerfully. The military strategy, with the heart as its frequency, began to emanate.

Lord Guo, perhaps I now understand what your military strategy of defense truly means...

If you're going to protect something, then that thing itself must have value.

Li Zhenyue watched the aquatic creatures roaring and running towards him in the moonlight, and exhaled.

Behind him was just a group of ordinary state soldiers, tired men, old men, and women, but he stood tall and proud, as if he were still in the Shuofang army, arrogant and disdainful, gripping his sword tightly.

"The Great Tang Dynasty!"

He paused, then said:
"Wan Sheng"

Military strategy and formations

The fortress opens!

While Li Zhenyue activated his magic lineage to form an array to resist the surging monsters.

Di Zhizhen had secretly slipped in. She was now a spirit, possessing the body of a woman. Looking back, she saw that the power of the military lineage had almost transformed into a city wall, and her eyes were filled with fear.

"The military strategist's intention to defend the city—how could someone possess such talent for city defense?"

'Fortunately, my lineage excels at concealment; otherwise, I fear he would have kept me out. However, I can no longer use any mystical abilities; if I make too much noise, I'll likely be discovered immediately. But how can I quickly kill a large number of civilians?'

Di Zhizhen quickly came up with a solution.

She noticed Xuan Zhuzi preparing medicine for the people. A thought struck her: she needed to influence this Taoist priest and get him to use poison. With a thought, she left the possessed person and sneaked into the pharmacy.

Xuan Zhuzi was so busy preparing the medicine that she was dizzy and disoriented when she suddenly smelled a fragrance at the tip of her nose.

"Young Taoist priest, young Taoist priest..."

A soft, smooth voice came from behind him. Xuan Zhuzi, who was still grinding the medicinal herbs, was startled and subconsciously looked up. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw an incomparably beautiful woman holding her heart and looking at him. When Xuan Zhuzi looked over, Di Zhizhen released her hand at just the right moment.

She wore a loose robe, but the front was open, revealing a smooth and full figure.

Xuan Zhuzi's gaze followed the abyss into the depths.

tick, tick-

Xuan Zhuzi's nose started bleeding profusely, and his mind went blank.

Only one thought remained—

Good heavens, this female lay Buddhist's private parts are bigger than my medicine basin!

........................

Shen Cangming sped along, slashing and killing the aquatic monsters to relieve pressure on his rear. Dragon roars and lion howls echoed in all directions as Shen Cangming locked onto a wave of murderous aura and charged forward, his long-handled broadsword slicing through countless enemies.

Shi Zhi [Jia Shi] is silently guiding these aquatic creatures to attack and kill the people of Langzhong.

He concealed his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes: "...It's a pity that the three-legged golden crows we cultivated earlier couldn't be brought here because the bronze divine tree was destroyed. Otherwise, it would have been a wonderful opportunity."

"By harnessing the bloodline and power of the Three-Legged Golden Crow, we reversed control of Di Jun's Imperial Bell."

[Jia Shi] paused slightly, then thought again:
"Gonggong spent at least five hundred years of cultivation to unseal the Primordial Dragon Turtle. With the Dragon Turtle unsealed, the water gods such as Wuzhiqi will probably awaken one by one... It would be best to completely stabilize the passage here in Langzhong."

"To plunge everyone here into eternal night is the best way to fulfill the God's purpose and the best way to fulfill our country's plan... Kill them, kill them, kill all these rebellious and lowly people, only then can our country last long and our national destiny be secure."

Only then can I prove that I am no worse than my eldest and second eldest brothers.

His gaze fell upon the fleeing people. He raised his sword, about to unleash a strike, when he suddenly sensed a chilling killing intent emanating from behind him. [Jia Shi]'s eyes flickered, and he instinctively changed the way he wielded his sword.

boom! ! !
The force burst forth like tearing silk. [Jia Shi]'s feet, planted firmly on the ground, were propelled backward several meters by this immense force. His back slammed into the wall, collapsing the entire house before finally coming to a stop.

Jia Shi lowered his gaze to the sword in his hand, its blade whistling.

An arrow lay upside down in the ground, trembling slightly.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, and a figure crashed through layers of air waves, charging towards him. A chilling aura, like a full moon, slashed down, and Jia Shi's sword could not block it, and he was forced to fly away again. The veil on his face fell, revealing a square face.

He had a full beard, slightly light-colored eyes, and curly brown hair.

This face caught Shen Cangming's eye.

Shen Cangming's thoughts froze, and a flame instantly rose and exploded in his heart. Intense anger and resentment occupied Shen Cangming's entire mind. In an instant, his pupils contracted, his breath stopped, and all the sounds of the world faded away.

Only the pounding of his heart, like a war drum, remained. Then, the pent-up anger, fueled by countless national and personal grievances, erupted like a volcano, transforming into a roar that tore through the night sky—

"An! Lu! Shan!!!"

(End of this chapter)