Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 711 A Storm Rises in the Heart

The moment they stepped into the Cangyuan Tianju Palace, the world before them was suddenly engulfed in blood.

That wasn't ordinary red—it was boiling dragon blood, surging throughout the palace like a living thing.

breathe--

The blood surged and ebbed with an ancient rhythm, as if the entire palace were a giant heart, each beat unleashing a monstrous heatwave. The domineering dragon's might was almost tangible, pressing down on people so hard that their bones cracked.

Amidst the rising mist of blood, the trio from Bao'antang witnessed a shocking sight—

Countless phantom dragons churned in the sea of ​​blood: the Azure Dragon stirred up thunder and lightning in the heavens, the Crimson Dragon spewed blazing flames, the Black Dragon unleashed a tsunami of ten thousand feet, and the White Dragon froze a thousand miles of ice plains.

They are not illusions, but memories remaining in the blood essence of the dragon race, each drop of blood roaring with the glory of the past.

Moreover, this blood not only carries the might of the dragon, but also contains the resentment and bitterness of the dragon race when it fell!

Suddenly, the dragon blood within the entire Cangyuan Tianju Palace boiled, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragon phantom coiled atop the dome. Its pair of crimson-gold vertical pupils looked down as if a god were surveying an ant.

Another lower-ranking demon who fantasizes about becoming a dragon god, and the next dragon abomination.

The arrogant dragon paid no attention to how brilliant the demon race below had been or how talented they were.

Because dragons are beings at the pinnacle of the bloodline, they have descended from their lofty position to test you. Let's see what you are willing to sacrifice to transform into dragons.

However, the few people who came today were somewhat unusual.

The dragon blood pressure within the Cangyuan Tianju Palace poured down like a tidal wave, yet it elicited drastically different reactions from different people.

The way the turtle dealt with it was the simplest.

Dragon's might as a waterfall? Bloodline suppression?
"Paji——"

On the golden brick floor of the Cangyuan Tianju Palace, a perfect "turtle cake" suddenly appeared. The ace agent's limbs were stretched out in an extremely standard manner, and even the crevices of his fingernails revealed a kind of devout laziness.

As for the dragon's test, it didn't listen to a word of it. What era are we living in? Why are they still talking about submission and dedication?

Can he command the wind and rain, and rule over countless water systems?
What is that? Can I take a vacation?

With no work experience whatsoever, the more you learn at Baoan Hall, the more work you get done.

My old tortoise's ability to avoid danger and seek good fortune has been developed into a permanent state. If another great demon king were to come along, he would definitely not let me off the hook.

It simply tucked its head into its shell, relaxed its limbs, and adopted a "do whatever you want with me" attitude.

Are you afraid of the dragon?
afraid.

You want to ask if I submit or not?

They disagreed.

The turtle, curled up in its shell, was very content. With so many big devils around, what did the old turtle have to worry about?

Furthermore, such domineering dragon blood pressure did not trigger any sense of danger; the supernatural powers of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune were all auspicious, extremely auspicious, and exceptionally auspicious.

This shows that as long as you follow the right person, even the most dangerous place is no different from the backyard of Baoan Hall.

Xu Xuan was looking up, studying with great interest the surging crimson sphere of light on the dome and the memory of the five dragons flying together.

I am reminded of Mozi's saying: "The Emperor used Jia and Yi to kill the Azure Dragon in the East, Bing and Ding to kill the Red Dragon in the South, Geng and Xin to kill the White Dragon in the West, and Ren and Gui to kill the Black Dragon in the North."

The ancients used dragons as markers of direction, which shows that they quite liked this mythical creature.

“Interesting…” He stroked his chin. “Actually, I quite like dragons too.”

This is not a lie.

Xu Xuan has gained a lot of benefits from Long, and although each time was quite dangerous, he has always managed to get through it safely.

In his mind, the Yangtze River Dragon Lord was the top-tier NPC for quests, bar none. But the dragon above his head... it appeared fierce on the surface, but was actually quite weak inside.

The Dragon Palace is full of junk; to this day, there isn't a single treasure worth mentioning.

It's a shame that it doesn't live up to the stereotype of the old Dragon King having many treasures; no wonder it has declined to this extent.

As for the so-called bloodline test, it didn't even last a second before the Holy Father saw through its facade.

Having experienced too many illusions since her debut, this level... ranks after Painted Skin.

As long as you don't have the idea of ​​transforming into a dragon, you won't be trapped, because the biggest obstacle in this level comes from yourself.

Since there is no danger, we should pay more attention to Little Green King.

The playfulness in his eyes instantly turned serious.

The usually most flamboyant green snake was now tense, its scales peeking out from under its skin, clearly undergoing a more intense struggle than it appeared on the surface.

A wisp of sword intent condensed at his fingertips, but he hesitated to unleash it. His swordsmanship was utterly terrible, but his mastery of sword intent was unparalleled.

However, some obstacles must be overcome on one's own, and some inner demons can only be slain by oneself.

Xiaoqing was the one who most wanted to improve her strength and had the strongest desire for dragon blood, so she was the one most affected.

Bloodline is a shackle engraved in the three treasures of the demon race, and it can be said to be an inescapable root cause.

"A mere bloodline restriction should be fine, right?"

"If that doesn't work, then treat this thing as a demon and eliminate it."

Xu Xuan spoke casually, but his expression was somewhat serious, even showing a hint of murderous intent.

At this moment, Xiao Qing, who was bathed in blood-red light, gradually bent over due to the suppression of her bloodline, as if she was about to be pressed to the ground.

The stubborn little monster, however, kept resisting this instinctive change.

Many say that transforming into a dragon means getting closer to the bloodline of a dragon, imitating a dragon, becoming a dragon, and completing the sublimation of one's bloodline.

However, influenced by someone, the dragon was not so lofty in her heart.

Green scales sprouted from her jade-like fingers, and her knuckles twisted and deformed as she resisted the oppressive force. Her pearly teeth bit through her crimson lips, and the scalding snake blood dripped onto the ground with a hissing, burning sound.

She slowly straightened up, the jade hairpin in her hair burst open, and her spine straightened as her black hair flew wildly.

She forcefully pushed up the oppressive aura formed from dragon blood by three feet, revealing a waist covered in scales beneath her tattered clothes. Those azure scales were being stained with dark gold patterns at a visible speed.

Deep within the sea of ​​the heart, even more turbulent waves crash against the shore.

Anger caused lightning and thunder to flash and blood to rain down within the interior scene.

Her mental world reflects fragments of her memories from these years:

The pathetic debut of Little Green King, the pride after learning military strategy... Slaying the dragon in Jianye, the bloody battle of Xin'an River, conquering Taihu Lake, pacifying Jiangnan, and breaking into Dongting Lake.

Each of these experiences was legendary, shaping the foundation of Green Snake's character.

Especially after witnessing Xu Xuan and his sister slay the Arhat's golden body, he felt even more proud.

Xu Xuan has already smashed the Arhat, how can I be suppressed by a dead dragon!
You dare to ask me, the Great King, to submit?!
Don't you even know what kind of reputation we have in the underworld?
Do you even know what it means to be the number one demon in Jiangnan?
hiss! ! ! !

Inside the scene, the giant serpent with azure scales suddenly expanded, each scale gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

It suddenly leaped into the sky!
The sudden movement cleaved open a vacuum channel in the sea of ​​the mind, and the waves spread out to both sides, forming a spectacular wall of water.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and only that emerald shadow shot straight into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

Xiao Qing, strike!
(End of this chapter)