Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 189 Yellow Dragon's Strike, Holy Seal Reawakens
The four Holy Kings joined forces to severely injure Ruan Feilong, and not intending to let him go, they all entered the water and pursued him relentlessly.

After flying out of Tianlong Island, Di Yi observed the battle from the shadows.

Seeing Ruan Feilong re-enter the water, he immediately followed suit and dived into the water, heading towards the route Ruan Feilong was sure to take to escape.

The lake bottom became even darker, deeper and more eerie. After breaking through to sainthood in martial arts, Di Yi's combat power increased significantly. He used the Flowing Light Flying Rainbow Escape Technique, and his speed was no less than that of a saint in the Tongtian Realm.

Ruan Feilong was entangled by the four Holy Kings, and his escape speed was not as fast as theirs. Gradually, Di Yi overtook him from the other side.

Di Yi successfully arrived at Ruan Feilong's inevitable route and lay in ambush, but he felt uneasy coming from the surrounding lake.

"It's too quiet around here. Have all the aquatic beasts in Qinghu Lake died?"

"wrong!"

Di Yi used his movement technique to move closer to the lake surface and away from the darkness at the bottom of the lake. He was a dark cultivator, but even the darkness at the bottom of the lake made him feel uneasy.

The unease in his heart grew stronger, and Di Yi's heart beat faster.

He activated his True Source Demon Eye, glanced at the darkness at the bottom of the lake, and his expression immediately changed.

In the lake, wisps of gray mist spread out like chains, one end connected to the lakebed and the other to the corpses of wild beasts.

"Oh no, this is a zombie resurrection."

Di Yi looked in the direction of Ruan Feilong and the others. Calculating the time, they should have arrived, but they hadn't, obviously due to some unforeseen event.

Two powerful and violent figures emerged from the bottom of the lake. One was in the shape of a dragon, but its head had disappeared without a trace. It had grown more than a dozen huge fleshy tumors, with scarlet fleshy buds surging out. Its aura had reached the level of a Saint King.

The other was humanoid, but four or five zhang tall, covered in black dragon scales, with its hands and feet deformed into sharp claws, and a bloodstain starting from its brow and running through its entire body.

He also held a six-foot-long, blood-red judge's pen in his hand.

It was through the Judge's Pen that Di Yi was able to confirm that the zombie monster was Ling Xiao, who had died under the Nine Nether Sword Saint's sword, and that the dragon-shaped monster with fleshy growths was likely the Ghost Flood Dragon King.

The aura emanating from both of them was more than ten times stronger than when they were alive, comparable to that of two Saint King level experts.

Emperor Yi was locked onto by them, and his Holy Soul felt a sense of crisis, sensing the intense hostility emanating from the two.

"I have no fear while I'm alive, so there's no reason for me to be afraid of you even when I'm dead."

Emperor Yi once again activated the Saintly Symbol in his palm, and the power of the Saint King level filled his entire body.

After achieving sainthood in martial arts, having the Sacred Source as a bridge makes it several times easier to utilize the power of the Sacred Symbol.

The image of the Sword Saint flew out from his body and merged with the sword intent of the Heaven-Sealing Sword.

After becoming a sword saint, Emperor Yi's understanding of swordsmanship reached a whole new level, and he gradually comprehended the profound mysteries of the three sword techniques he practiced.

Only a sword saint can unleash the true power of the finest swordsmanship.

Emperor Yi unleashed a sword strike, the sword energy cleaving the Ghost Flood Dragon King's body, tearing the dragon's corpse to pieces, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere, and a large amount of black blood mist gushing from its body.

Strangely, the shattered body parts were drawn together by an invisible force, reforming into a dragon shape, its aura undiminished.

Di Yi was shocked. Looking at the corpses rising from the bottom of the lake, he felt a chill run down his spine.

If these corpses were to break out of Qinghu Lake, the harm they would cause to Tiantai Prefecture would likely be no less than the harm caused to the Eastern Region by the spirits of the dead breaking out of the underworld.

"Go away!"

In the distance, Ruan Feilong, now in human form, was covered in blood, holding the Eight Desolate Beast Emperor Seal in one hand and a dragon tooth compressed to four or five feet long in the other.

His injuries were extremely severe; he was first wounded by the Four Holy Kings and then attacked by strangely transformed corpses.

Upon noticing the commotion, Di Yi stopped his retreat and charged towards Ruan Feilong with the Heaven-Sealing Sword.

“Ruan Feilong, you are already at your last gasp. Leave your dragon teeth behind.”

The sword strike of the Sword Saint, empowered by the power of the Holy King, was nearly on par with the full-force attack of the Nine Nether Sword Saint, enough to threaten the heavily injured Ruan Feilong.

"Are there more powerful figures lying in ambush?"

In a fit of shock and anger, Ruan Feilong unleashed the Eight Desolate Beast Emperor Seal. He was no longer able to unleash its full power and could only rely on the sheer strength of the sacred artifact to block Di Yi's sword strike.

When he finally saw who had made the move, he was furious.

He had seen Di Yi's portrait before and recognized him at a glance.

A junior who has only recently become a saint dared to draw his sword against him; even if he possessed the Saintly Symbol, it was still an insult to him.

"You're looking for death."

Ruan Feilong's arm transformed into a dragon claw several meters in size, striking towards Di Yi. The Holy Symbol could grant Di Yi the combat power of a Holy King, but it could not give him a physical body comparable to a Holy King. As long as the claw struck, it could kill him.

The zombie-transformed Ling Xiao and the Ghost Flood Dragon King caught up again, and for a time, Di Yi was besieged by the three Saint King powerhouses.

The Holy Symbol in his palm had burned more than halfway, and the power it emitted was gradually weakening. Clearly, Nangong Shi had not expected that Di Yi would take the initiative to participate in the battle of the Saint King realm by using his Holy Symbol. It was really too audacious.

Originally intended to save lives, it became a trump card in battle.

Facing three opponents alone, Di Yi knew all too well that he had no chance of winning, unless he himself was a true Holy King.

"Then this is the only option."

Di Yi used his movement technique to escape towards the lake, with three figures following closely behind. Their speed far surpassed his, and in just a few breaths, they had caught up to within a hundred feet. Ruan Feilong had just caught up when he sensed something was wrong. He felt an extreme danger emanating from Di Yi, the strong alertness of a Saint King.

His eyelids twitched, and he wanted to turn around and leave.

But a terrifying force locked onto him. From Di Yi's body, endless golden divine light and mist surged forth, converging into a winged dragon a hundred feet in size. Its entire body was brownish-yellow, with four legs and five claws. Every scale on its body was flawless, a perfect physique that only existed in the bloodline inheritance of Ruan Feilong.

Di Yi held his breath and used the power of the Yellow Dragon Dao Seed for the first time. He was in an extremely mysterious state. The world seemed to freeze at this moment, time stood still, his heartbeat almost stopped, and his thoughts seemed to fall into an unknown dimension, leaving only primal instincts.

The Yellow Dragon Dao Seed merely flicked out a claw, and the surrounding space was cracked open, with a large amount of lake water surging into the void world.

The three Saint King Realm experts who pursued them were powerless to resist and were smashed to pieces by a single palm strike. Their corpse fragments, along with the lake water, were slammed into the spatial rift and annihilated in the blink of an eye.

To ensure absolute safety, Di Yi used the Yellow Dragon Qi he had absorbed when condensing the Yellow Dragon Dao Seed. His previous claw strike was an attack unleashed by the divine dragon Qi.

This power is not inexhaustible; the previous attack consumed one-fifth of it, and once it is exhausted, it cannot be replenished.

The power of the Yellow Dragon Dao Seed itself is affected by the level of Emperor Yi's spiritual power cultivation, and the power it can unleash is limited, far from being so exaggerated.

It took Di Yi a good quarter of an hour to recover from his blank state. Looking at the gradually recovering spatial rifts around him, he was filled with shock and confusion.

"The power of the gods is terrifying. It is far more powerful than the combined power of the eighteen patriarchs of the Fengtian Sword lineage. There is a huge difference between them in essence."

The surroundings were empty, with only the Yellow Dragon Fang and the Eight Desolate Beast Emperor Seal remaining unswallowed by the spatial rift.

Di Yi put them away, still incredibly shocked as he recalled the scene from just now.

The Yellow Dragon power absorbed by the Yellow Dragon Dao Seed only accounted for a very small part of the peak Yellow Dragon power, even negligible. However, this power, even with only one-fifth of it being unleashed, had the power to pierce through space.

Let alone a Holy King, even a Great Sage would likely be unable to stop it.

Of course, the Great Sage didn't need to get so close to Di Yi; a casual strike would have been enough to kill him.

"From now on, unless absolutely necessary, it is best not to use the Yellow Dragon Divine Power within the Dao Seed."

Di Yi tried his best to remain calm and rushed out of the lake before the eerie corpses at the bottom of the lake could catch up with him.

He took out the Heavenly Seal and held it in his palm.

The once dormant Holy Seal underwent a change after encountering the Corpse-Transforming Ghost Flood Dragon King and Ling Xiao.

At this moment, the sacred seal became scorching hot, ancient runes began to revive, and the dormant spirit within the sacred seal also began to awaken.

A moment later, a sacred thought emanated from within the sacred seal; it was the artifact spirit attempting to communicate with Emperor Yi.

"The dragon soul has turned into a corpse and must be suppressed immediately. Take me back to Qingjing Mountain and activate the divine array."

Without hesitation, Di Yi unleashed the Flowing Light Flying Rainbow Escape Technique, bursting forth with extreme speed. His entire body was enveloped in the Flowing Light Holy Image, like a real flying rainbow streak rushing straight towards Qingjing Mountain.

At the bottom of Qinghu Lake, the most terrifying thing is not Lingxiao, but the mutated holy corpses of the Ghost Flood Dragon King level. All the ancestors of the Qinghu Dragon Clan are buried at the bottom of the lake, including more than one Great Holy Dragon Emperor. If the corpses were to mutate and escape, the entire Tiantai Prefecture would become a living hell.

Qingjingshan was the first to be affected.

The Liangyi Sect was able to withstand the onslaught of the spirits of the underworld because it had the Taiyi Ancestor and the Yuanfa Dao Ancestor, whose cultivation was unfathomable.

What makes Yipintang, located on Qingjing Mountain, so special?
Are we relying on him, the hall master who just became a saint?

Di Yi traversed the vast distance in the shortest possible time. With the Heavenly Seal in hand, the array light barrier was nothing to him, and he passed right through it.

Then, without slowing down at all, they headed towards the Heavenly Palace at the summit, which was the core of the entire Qingjing Mountain formation. Theoretically, it could control all the formation runes within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, provided that the person in charge of the formation had the powerful mental strength to control such a formation.

Emperor Yi could not do it, but at this moment, the spirit of the Heavenly Firmament Sacred Seal was revived. Without the need for a master of the array, the spirit could activate all the array patterns on its own.

As soon as the Holy Seal was sent into the array center of the Heavenly Palace, the entire Pure Mountain trembled violently.

Visible to the naked eye, countless ancient array patterns and divine runes are reviving inside the mountain, connecting together and spreading outwards.

On the surface of Qinghu Lake, the power of heaven and earth, formed by array formations, is also gathering.

In just a few dozen breaths, a massive array with a diameter of 100,000 li appeared in the sky above Qinghu Lake, centered on Qingjing Mountain.

It enveloped the entire world.

Nine Nether Sword Saint, Nian Cang, Ling Yue Old Daoist, and Azure Wing Holy Dragon rushed out of the lake in a sorry state, followed by a large number of mutated ancient corpses.

Looking up, he saw a formation covering an area of ​​100,000 li, and his mind was filled with horror.

"This is... an ancient formation from Mount Qingjing. Even a Great Saint of spiritual power might not be able to activate it. What happened?"

To their horror, the formation crashed down, passing through their bodies before falling into the lake.

The formation did not cause them any harm, but when it encountered the ancient corpses that had turned into zombies, it was like molten iron being poured onto ice. Immediately, black energy rose up and was suppressed to the bottom of the lake by the power of the formation.

Not only the Four Great Sages, but also the other sages on Qinghu Lake survived the calamity and survived the tide of corpses, but many of them perished at the bottom of the lake and never returned.

The Azure Winged Sacred Dragon observed for a while, but did not see Ruan Feilong rush out of the lake. It roared a few times towards the sky, dared not linger any longer, and flapped its wings to retreat towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Lingyue, the old Taoist, cupped his hands towards Jiuyou Sword Saint and Niancang. Before the two could speak, he used his escape technique to leave. He had gained a lot at the bottom of the lake. Although he failed to snatch the Dragon Fang, the other resources he obtained were enough to make the trip worthwhile. He did not want to get too entangled with the two evil saint kings.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint and Nian Cang looked towards the direction of Qingjing Mountain and saw the holy light soaring to the heavens. They had some guesses in their minds, so they gathered a few Black Market Saints and Half-Saints who had not yet retreated to Qingjing Mountain and withdrew from the Qinghu waters.

(End of this chapter)