Immortal Father
Chapter 775 - 775 271 Secret Technique Dragon Bound by One Hundred Percent!

775: Chapter 271: Secret Technique: Dragon Bound by One Hundred Percent!

[Three Updates] 775: Chapter 271: Secret Technique: Dragon Bound by One Hundred Percent!

[Three Updates] The entrance to the Dragon Ancient Realm was a patch of black clouds floating in the Void.

Li Ping’an didn’t dare to claim to be widely knowledgeable, but he had seen quite a bit and by now understood exactly where he was.

The edge of heaven and earth.

This was a corner of the Vast Wilderness Heaven and Earth, where looking back one could see faint patches of light, the reflected light and shadow of numerous small worlds.

Behind the black clouds lay a barrier as thin as an “egg membrane.”

This barrier had formed during the Creation of Heaven and Earth and was considered the boundary between the Primordial World and the Chaos Sea.

It allowed the Creatures of the Primordial World to pass from the inside out but prevented all tangible and intangible things from the Chaos Sea from entering the Primordial World.

Under normal circumstances, the only route from the Chaos Sea into the Primordial World was through the Xuan Capital City, guarded by the Great Mage.

The influence of the Heavenly Dao was exceedingly weak here, but Li Ping’an’s connection to the Heavenly Dao remained continuous.

He had, in fact, already gained some enlightenment—he could still communicate directly with the Primordial Heaven’s Dao as long as he wasn’t too far away from the Primordial World.

“Second Disciple brother!”

Xuanyuan Huangdi ‘Xiongba Tian’ mumbled:

“We need to have some rules, like not revealing our identities, otherwise it’s no fun at all.”

Li Ping’an tugged at Xuanyuan Huangdi’s sleeve and whispered, “Are we here to take care of serious matters, or to play games with the Dragon Clan?”

“Of course, to take care of serious matters,” Xuanyuan Huangdi replied righteously, “and to play games on the side.”

“You, this!”

“Ah, being the Human Emperor is so maddening; if not facing foreign enemies, then dealing with all those beautiful and pure ones.

Just let me enjoy myself and be the single man Xiongba Tian for a while!”

Xuanyuan Huangdi spoke of frustrations, but Li Ping’an listened with quite a bit of glee.

Immortal Huanglong cleared his throat, already fully in role, and casually cast out a white cloud that carried all three forward, putting on airs as he said:

“Big first disciple, second disciple?”

Xuanyuan Huangdi immediately bowed and said, “Teacher, you speak.”

Immortal Huanglong stroked his beard and said, “Hmm, today I have brought you two to the Dragon Clan’s territory.

Later on, we will meet with the dragons, so don’t forget your manners.”

Li Ping’an also bowed respectfully, “Yes, teacher.”

“Follow me.”

Immortal Huanglong led them forward on the cloud, rapidly approaching the black cloud.

Only when they got closer did they realize the vastness of the black cloud, which seemed to envelop a small thousand worlds within.

Immortal Huanglong, familiar with the path, arrived at the bottom of the black cloud and entered through an unremarkable crevice, then rode the white cloud through a winding and rugged rift until they were stopped by a golden light wall.

The golden light wall was located at the throat of a horn-shaped passageway.

Looking inside was like peering through frosted glass at a sea, with Immortal Consciousness unable to probe further.

Immortal Huanglong announced loudly, “It is I who have returned.”

The light wall remained silent.

Xuanyuan Huangdi closed his eyes, seemingly probing the interior, but he soon frowned slightly.

“The formation is fully open, and it’s empty inside.

It’s too far to probe further.”

Immortal Huanglong cleared his throat and called out again: “It is I!

Huanglong!

The old Golden Dragon who was a disciple of the Three Pure Ones!”

There was no response from the light wall.

“Ha!

This Poor Daoist won’t believe it!”

Immortal Huanglong’s eyes widened, he put away the horsetail whisk in his hand, signaled for his ‘second disciple’ to step back, and leapt from the white cloud, his body covered in golden light.

Ao——

As a deep dragon chant sounded, Immortal Huanglong transformed into a Golden Dragon, tens of yards in length, coiling above the white cloud, his dragon mane as smooth as silk, with two tendrils of whiskers floating casually behind him.

His dragon head pressed against the light wall, which finally reacted, showing convoluted ancient carvings.

These were likely the Dragon Clan’s characters, which neither Li Ping’an nor Xuanyuan Huangdi could recognize.

Several dragon chants suddenly sounded from within the light wall.

Immortal Huanglong said, “They are coming.”

The coiled Golden Dragon rapidly shrank into the figure of an old Daoist standing with a horsetail whisk in hand, stroking his beard.

Shortly after, a crack appeared in the light wall, and it split into a gateway.

Several massive dragon heads peeked through the gateway, and their huge dragon eyes looked out.

Immortal Huanglong showed a humble yet proud smile, his eyes sparkling as he said softly:

“What, don’t recognize This Poor Daoist anymore?

“The last time This Poor Daoist came back was in the ancient times, and indeed, it has been too long since I cultivated in the Jade Void Palace.”

Inside, Immortal light flickered as four great dragons transformed into Innate Dao Bodies.

At their head was an elder dressed in splendid silk robes, with a dragon head and human body; his dragon horns twisted on his head like a coral bonsai.

Behind the elder were three middle-aged individuals with Human Race features, two dressed in intricate armor corresponding to their original dragon scale colors;

A woman with a voluptuous figure dressed in a long gown, her luxuriant and slightly naturally curly auburn hair seemed to convey the passion of the Dragon Clan, but she stood expressionless, quietly watching Immortal Huanglong and the others.

The dragon-headed elder held a walking stick and bowed:

“It turns out to be uncle returning to the clan.

We failed to recognize you at first, please do not take offense, uncle.”

Uncle?

Immortal Huanglong blinked, unable to clearly recall having this nephew, but he still put on the demeanor of one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Teaching and said slowly:

“So it is you, This Poor Daoist indeed had a brief encounter with you back then.

Lead the way; I am here to pay a visit to the Clan Leader.”

“Forgive me, uncle,” the dragon-headed elder sighed, “the Clan Leader is not in a convenient position to meet you right now.”

“Oh?

What happened?”

“Earlier, an Innate demon invaded our Dragon Ancient Realm.

The Clan Leader led the combat dragons to fight the Innate demon for a long time, finally repelling it.”

The dragon-headed elder spoke seriously:

“To prevent the Innate demons from taking advantage of the situation, the Clan Leader has given strict orders to seal off the clan territory and not to have any communication with outsiders.”