One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The enormous white dragon was covered in shattered scales and dripping with blood, and even the bulge on its head had been split open.

But it still hovered in the air, emanating a vast aura that was purer and closer to that of a dragon than before.

It succeeded!

It survived this near-death experience!

A hint of wild joy finally appeared on Liu Kunsheng's usually cold and stern face.

He was just about to leap over to greet his ancestor.

however.

Just as the white dragon was about to conceal its aura and descend to the mountain peak.

"puff!!"

The white dragon in mid-air suddenly stiffened its enormous body.

Immediately afterwards, a strange black mist filled with a strong aura of death burst open from its chest and abdomen without warning!

Those were definitely not scars left by lightning!

"Roar……"

The white dragon let out a very painful and weak cry.

The divine light that had just gathered in its eyes dissipated instantly.

The massive body lost all its strength and plummeted straight down from mid-air!

"Boom!"

The white dragon crashed heavily into a frozen valley.

It smashed a huge crater, shattered the ice, and instantly stained the white snow with blood.

"Ancestor!!!"

Liu Kunsheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a shrill roar.

He transformed into a black whirlwind, rushing headlong into the deep pit.

Guan Shihua was also pale-faced, and she followed behind with all her might.

When they reached the bottom of the pit and saw what was in front of them.

The two of them felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Chapter 150 It's better not to face this heavenly tribulation! Undercurrents surge within Changbai Mountain!

"Ancestor!!"

Liu Kunsheng's burly body was like a wild beast that had lost its mind. He stumbled and slid down the icy slope, falling heavily to the bottom of the pit.

Guan Shihua, leaning on her cane, stumbled and crawled after her, her wrinkled face already streaked with tears.

Bottom of the pit.

The hundred-zhang-long white jade dragon was now weakly coiled in the broken ice.

Its once crystal-clear scales were shattered and charred in large areas by the bombardment of the heavenly lightning.

But the most fatal wounds are not those left by the lightning.

Between the white dragon's chest and abdomen, at the softest, reverse scale.

A mass of things exuding a strong aura of death and filth.

It clung to the wound like a living maggot, constantly burrowing deeper into the flesh!

"You bastard!!"

The usually cold and composed Liu Kunsheng now had bloodshot eyes, veins bulging on his forehead, and let out a low growl:

"It's all those damned Onmyoji's fault!!"

"That damned formation set up decades ago! It was always well hidden, but it suddenly erupted and backfired when our ancestor was at his weakest during his tribulation!"

"These beasts!! I, Liu Kunsheng, will one day cross the sea and skin them alive!!"

Liu Kunsheng gritted his teeth, ignoring the deadly poison in the black mist, and reached out to help Bai Jiao cover his wound.

"Alright... stop wailing."

Just as the two were filled with grief and indignation, a slightly weak voice, but with a hint of disdain and arrogance, rang in their minds.

"call."

The white dragon exhaled a long breath of white air tinged with blood.

Its enormous body rapidly shrank in a flash of white light.

Finally, it transformed into a white snake, only a dozen meters long, weakly coiled on the ice.

It raised its head, which already bore the rudiments of dragon horns, and gave Liu Kunsheng and Guan Shihua a disapproving look with its golden vertical pupils:

"I'm not even completely dead yet, and you two are already crying at my grave?"

"Hold back your tears! The dignified head of the shamanic sect is crying and sobbing, ruining my prestige as I'm about to transform into a dragon!"

"Ancestor..."

Guan Shihua wiped away her tears, looking at the black aura on Bai Jiao's chest that she couldn't shake off, her heart aching and trembling.

"Please don't try to tough it out... the evil spirit of Orochi has already invaded your heart!"

"Support? Do I need to support myself?"

Bai Jiao snorted coldly, his tone revealing a nonchalant and carefree attitude, even with a hint of arrogance:

"It's just some dirty stuff. The lightning just now made my whole body numb, so I'll use this black mist to cool it down."

Although it spoke lightly, Liu Kunsheng could clearly see that the tip of the white dragon's tail was twitching involuntarily due to the intense pain.

Liu Kunsheng's heart was bleeding.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and his voice was filled with deep despair:

"Ancestor... please don't hide it from us."

"You survived this tribulation by risking your life."

"But... but there's less than a year left until your final dragon transformation tribulation!"

Liu Kunsheng looked at the white dragon's mangled body, his eyes reddening:

"Given your current injuries, coupled with the corrosive effects of the Orochi's Evil... even if you had decades, let alone a year, you might not be able to fully recover!"

"This final tribulation... how... how are we going to survive it?!"

Upon hearing this...

In the white dragon's golden eyes, which had always exuded arrogance, a hint of sadness finally flashed across them.

Yes.

It had cultivated for over a thousand years, surviving countless calamities, and now the Dragon Gate was right before its eyes.

But just when things were about to get going, they were outmaneuvered.

Fate plays tricks on people.

After a brief silence.

"If we can't get through it... then we won't try."

Bai Jiao suddenly chuckled softly, his tone surprisingly calm.

It gently nuzzled Guan Shihua's trembling shoulder with its enormous head, as if comforting a frightened child.

"I've lived long enough, I've already lived enough."

The white dragon gazed at the Changbai Mountains, which it had guarded for thousands of years, its eyes becoming deep and gentle:

"I will not go into seclusion for this last year."

“I still have the residual energy of the heavenly thunder within me. I will take advantage of this year to properly sort out and analyze the dragon veins and earth veins of Changbai Mountain for you.”

The white dragon's voice echoed through the valley, conveying a tragic and resolute spirit of facing death with unwavering resolve:

"I was born and raised here. Even if I can't become a dragon, I must leave a clean and spiritually rich place for cultivation for our descendants in Northeast China!"

"Ancestor! Please don't say such discouraging things!"

Guan Shihua suddenly raised her head and shouted anxiously:

"We don't care about any blessed places for spiritual practice! We just want you to live!"

"Heavenly treasures! Yes! We'll go find heavenly treasures for you! Even if we have to search every deep mountain and forest in the world, we'll find you a life-saving elixir! Please don't give up!"

Don't bother.

Bai Jiao shook his head, his arrogant demeanor returning:

"Could ordinary grass roots and tree bark possibly meet the standards of my ancestor?"

"Alright, you two should get back here. It's freezing cold, don't get in my way and disturb my sleep."

After saying that, Bai Jiao didn't wait for the two to persuade him any further.

Dragging its heavily wounded body, under the cover of wind and snow, it slowly turned and disappeared into the mist deep within Changbai Mountain.

Only a faint divine thought remained, echoing in their minds:

"From now on... take good care of your descendants. Don't let your ancestor down..."

Looking in the direction where the white dragon disappeared, Liu Kunsheng and Guan Shihua knelt in the snow, speechless for a long time.

The wind and snow intensified, drowning out their sobs.

……

At this time.

It is located on a secluded snow cliff a few kilometers away from this icy valley.