Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 270 Wedding Dress, Hand Over the Fate Star!
Ink spread
The original ink-wash style suddenly became colorful and vibrant in an instant.

Even the darkest of worlds, as perceived by the founder of the Kongzi lineage, could not obscure these colors in the slightest.

Light traveled through the void, colors outlined, and a huge dragon shadow appeared above the floating palace, hovering beneath the rising incense and fire stars of the Heavenly God's Decree.

Everyone looked up at the dragon's shadow in the sky, utterly horrified and murmuring in disbelief:
"Is this a dragon pillar? The Dragon King?"

The Dragon King's expression turned cold; his worst fears had come true.

The founder of the Fu lineage suddenly stood up, his expression becoming solemn.

In the sky, nine dragon-carved pillars stood tall, their surfaces covered with mysterious runes that shimmered with a scarlet light.

This is exactly the same as the nine pillars under the Dragon Palace, except that there is no Dragon Palace or Hengyang River at this time.

Nine dragon-shaped pillars pierced straight down from the sky, firmly anchored in a triangular formation onto a twisted mountain of flesh.

The mountain of flesh was winding, and the outline of a dragon's body could still be vaguely seen, but the golden scales on its body had long since fallen off.

The flesh and blood were unusually disordered, some bulging, some sunken, some with bare bones, and some with rotting flesh flowing everywhere.

The dragon's claws were stuck to the flesh and could no longer be distinguished. Following the flesh, the group finally saw a position that resembled a dragon's head.

At this moment, the dragon's head was also nailed firmly to a coiled dragon pillar.

Numerous twisted organs were pieced together. Several eyes of varying sizes and shapes grew out of nowhere, their eyeballs cloudy and bloodshot, moving erratically, their gazes revealing madness and chaos.

The mouth was a huge slit, with jagged fangs protruding from the twisted gums, and saliva and bits of flesh constantly dripping from it.

It struggled and moved slowly, its body writhing with the sounds of bones breaking and muscles tearing, as if a million wronged souls were wailing in agony.

Li Wushou sighed softly. In fact, if everyone could withstand the visual shock and impact, they would find upon closer inspection that the writhing flesh and blood had evolved into various creatures that were constantly mating, just like the scene of the Dragon King's flesh and blood pool.

This artist's skills are truly astonishing!

Even Li Wushou had to admit that the painting was indeed excellent.

The patriarch of the Floating Lineage, his face solemn, forced himself to suppress his emotions and looked solemnly at the Dragon God, asking:
"Dragon God, is this your dragon form?"

The Dragon King looked distressed and did not answer.

Those who were still observing gasped in shock. It was actually true?!

If this mutated dragon body were to go out of control, over a hundred years of hard work by the Suspended Mountain would be in vain in an instant.

The patriarch of the Floating lineage looked angry, while the patriarch of the Empty lineage remained calm, as if he had expected this.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Although Li Wushou had not witnessed the Dragon King's flesh and blood transformation firsthand, judging from Chen Gou'er's near-fainting state, he had actually anticipated it.

Therefore, although the appearance was horrifying, Li Wushou quickly accepted it.

But what he just said: "It's confirmed that the Dragon King can still be the same Dragon King."

However, it was not referring to the Dragon King's flesh and blood mutation.

He said he did this because he simply felt that the Dragon King had been tricked by the painter.

Through the old snail's investigation, Li Wushou concluded that the ten golden pills swallowed by the Dragon King were most likely drawn by an artist.

After noticing the unusual state of Elders Yun, Shen, and Gongsun, the painter first made a hand seal, then scrutinized himself with a sharp gaze.

This suggests that the painting of the infant must contain some means to manipulate the three elders.

By the same token, the ten golden pills deliberately swallowed by the Dragon King must have involved similar manipulation methods.

That's why the artist is so composed and doesn't offer any incense offerings.

That's because after the Dragon King swallowed the two cities, he was already under the other party's control.

Having figured this out, Li Wushou actually found the answers to many things.

No wonder the old snail saw a slight smile on the Dragon King's face when he swallowed the two cities in the tavern in Wushi Town.

From that moment on, everything the Dragon King did was ultimately for naught.

Therefore, the fact that the other party drew the Dragon King's dragon body at this moment should only be the first step.

Looking at Yan Qiubai, who seemed to have everything under control, Li Wushou impatiently urged him:
"Hurry up, artist, don't waste each other's time."

The artist froze, but the mysterious girl behind him slowly stepped forward and said softly:

"Since the High Priest can't wait, Master Yan, you should hurry up and finish this sooner rather than later."

Li Wushou gazed quietly at the mysterious girl, whose eyes remained deep and captivating, yet her brows exuded a touch of authority.

Everyone was completely baffled by the girl's sudden interruption.

Although the other party addressed the painter as Master Yan, his words carried a tone of instruction. These clan leaders were particularly familiar with this manner, as this was how they issued orders within their clans.

There have been too many changes today, and even with everyone's knowledge, they are somewhat overwhelmed at this moment.

The artist ignored the crowd and bowed slightly to the girl.

Immediately, with a flick of his paintbrush, a golden light suddenly rose from the dragon shadows suppressed by the nine coiled dragon pillars and fell into the sky above where incense and fire were burning.

The artist spoke in a loud voice:
"The body of the Dragon God has been deeply mutated. It disregards the safety of the millions of living beings on both sides of the Hengyang River and is entrenched at the bottom of the Hengyang River. If it gets out of control, the two sides will be wiped out in an instant. Its behavior is immoral. I do not recognize it as the Heavenly God of Huazhou."

Upon hearing this, the eighteen City Gods on the north bank all stood up and echoed:
"We also do not agree with the Dragon God's elevation of the Heavenly God of Huazhou!"

In the sky above the incense-filled stars, the golden light on the north bank suddenly went out, plunging into darkness.

The incense and golden light within Wangxian City began to gradually fade away.

The people were terrified by the Dragon God's terrifying transformation, which was so different from the majestic figure they had imagined the Dragon King to be. For a time, they found it hard to accept.

Even many people on the south bank began to believe that the Dragon King was no longer fit to be a deity. The Dragon King's expression changed repeatedly upon seeing this.

Then he bowed slightly to the patriarch of the Fu lineage and said softly:

“Master, it is inevitable that the flesh and blood body will be corrupted by the incense offerings. But in order to have the power to suppress the Hengyang River, I have no choice but to use my flesh and blood body to consume the incense offerings. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be easier for me to directly use my Yin spirit to refine the incense offerings?”

The physical transformation was suppressed by the dragon pillar. The patriarch should know the pain involved. As long as I raise the heavenly gods, I can wash away the transformation. At that time, with the dragon body, I will definitely be able to help the suspended mountain quickly sweep away the calamity.

Moreover, my physical body is now unable to move. If I cannot raise the heavenly god, my flesh and blood may disintegrate the moment I move, and then I will indeed cause great suffering to the living by flowing down the river.

"Please, Master, show mercy!"

Upon hearing this, the founder of the Fuzi lineage's pupils contracted. He had just been clinging to the hope that all of this was merely the painter's slander.

I never imagined it was true?

Moreover, although the Dragon God's words were a plea, how could he not hear the threatening undertones within them?
He understands the Dragon God's sacrifices, but he finds it hard to accept the Dragon God's concealment and threats!
Upon hearing the Dragon King's words, the Kongzi lineage patriarch, who had been sitting upright on the cloud chair, revealed a cold smile, seemingly extremely disdainful.

After hearing the Dragon King's words, Li Wushou sighed softly, knowing that the Dragon King was doomed.

This statement undoubtedly puts him at odds with everyone else; even Li Wushou could not accept the situation where both banks of the Hengyang River were completely deserted.

By now, Li Wushou no longer wants the incense offerings and provisions of Wufang City; he wants to swallow the entire Huazhou whole.

Moreover, the Dragon King is still unaware that he has already fallen into the artist's control.

As expected, after the Dragon King finished speaking, the painter laughed loudly, suddenly stepped forward, and said in a chilling tone:

"Is the Dragon King trying to blackmail the Ancestral Master into supporting your ascension to the Heavenly God by threatening the devastation on both sides of the Hengyang River?"

The family heads, who were still in a state of confusion, finally realized the meaning behind the Dragon King's words.

They were immediately alarmed and became on guard.

They never imagined that things would turn out this way.

And how dare the Dragon King do such a thing?

They were both terrified and heartbroken!

Although the Dragon King had little contact with the five surnames, seven clans, and twenty-four families due to the need to avoid danger, this did not diminish their reverence for him.

But at this moment, the Dragon King held his sword to their necks, threatening the ancestor to raise the heavenly gods.

This is unacceptable to them!

Faced with the artist's questioning, the Dragon King remained unmoved. At this moment, he was completely at ease and answered honestly:

"This is not a threat, but a fact. My dragon body has mutated beyond what my ancestor expected, and also beyond what I expected myself. I can no longer move my dragon body."

Upon hearing this, the painter bowed respectfully to the two patriarchs, Fu and Kong, at the head of the table, and solemnly said:
"I have a method to safely move the body of the Dragon God from the bottom of the Hengyang River. If this method succeeds, the painter Yan Qiubai will ask the patriarch if he can become a celestial being?"

The patriarch of the Kongzi lineage, his smile unchanged, agreed:

"allow!"

The patriarch of the Fu lineage's expression changed several times before he also spoke:
"allow!"

The Dragon King looked dejected; all his efforts over the past hundreds of years had come to naught.

The Dragon King was quite disdainful of the artist's so-called method. Perhaps the other party did have some way, but what if I deliberately disintegrated my dragon body?
Who can control my willingness to do things?
Since the Suspended Mountain is so heartless, then let them all perish with me!

With hatred in his eyes, the Dragon King was about to shatter his dragon body at the bottom of the Dragon Palace.

Li Wushou's mind sharpened, and he hurriedly informed Chi Xiu to put down what he was doing and head to the Dragon Palace.

Thinking that if the painter failed to completely control the Dragon King, he would have Chi Xiu cut off the Hengyang River. Even if it flooded Wangxian City, it would be better than flooding thirty-six cities.

But Li Wushou stopped the next moment.

With a single stroke of the painter's brush, a giant golden dragon suddenly flew out from the dragon body suppressed beneath the coiled dragon pillar.

This golden dragon was exactly the same as the dragon species and body of the Dragon King from before, with wisps of golden mist connecting the golden dragon and the mutated dragon body.

As the golden dragon danced, its mutated body began to slowly writhe, like a marionette!
Upon seeing this, the Dragon King's expression changed drastically; he could feel his dragon body slowly slipping out of his control.

Just as they were about to disintegrate the dragon's body at any cost, they saw the painter's brush pointing at the golden dragon and making dots.

On the golden dragon's body, as the paintbrush made its mark, tiny specks of light shimmered, the same number as the brushstrokes, totaling ten ink dots.

At the same time, the Dragon King, standing under the command of the Heavenly God, had a faint light flash within his body, and exactly ten ink dots appeared on his body.

The space between the eyebrows, the torso and internal organs, and the limbs!

The Dragon King instantly lost control of his body.

Beneath the Dragon Palace of Wangxian City, a sudden surge of raging waves erupted, and nine dragon-shaped pillars, their blood-red light soaring into the sky, firmly suppressed the river water.

A mutated dragon body, identical to the one depicted by the artist, slowly floated up.

The patriarch of the Kongzi lineage took a step and was already down the suspended mountain.

The void barrier descended from the sky, enclosing the entire dragon's body within it, before returning to the suspended mountain.

It was a fleeting moment, a brief exchange.

The Dragon King looked desperate; he no longer had the mind to think about when the painter had used his magic on him.

He lost!
He wanted to take another look at the Heavenly Decree above his head, but he couldn't even move his eyes.

The painter smiled and turned to Li Wushou, saying:
"With the Dragon God out of the game, the High Priest should hand over his Destiny Star!"

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