Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 784 - 579: The Blood Centipede’s Opportunity, Devouring the Dragon Clan’s Fate_2

Chapter 784: Chapter 579: The Blood Centipede’s Opportunity, Devouring the Dragon Clan’s Fate_2

"A doubt? Speak your mind!"

"The Dragon Palace can only be built by Great Saints of the Dragon Clan. With the cultivation level of the Snow Dragon Celestial Immortal Realm, one is not qualified to preside over the main hall. Furthermore, the layout of this Dragon Palace is vastly different from that of our clan, and it should have been constructed by the Human Race. I suspect that it was left by a Saint of the Human Race who had laid out the Ancient Sword Formation!"

Human Race Saint?

The doubts mentioned by the Blood Centipede were beyond Wang Yang’s knowledge as he was not of the Dragon Clan, but the last words sparked his interest.

"Hmm! To use the Dragon Scale Sword to lay out the Ancient Sword Formation and suppress the majestic aura of the Saintly Dragon within the sword, one must be at least at the Saint Realm!"

"A Saint of the Human Race who wields a sword is indeed interesting!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yang’s interest gradually piqued. He definitely intended to take all nine Dragon Scale Swords, but of course, not now.

"However, the one inconsistency I do see is the Snow Dragon’s extremely disdainful attitude towards the Human Race. How could it deign to take up residence and guard a Dragon Palace built by human hands?"

"Simple! Do you want to know the answer? Wait until we enter the Dragon Palace’s main hall, then you’ll know!"

"Heaven and Earth, Great Void Soul, Nine Palaces God Sealing, enter!"

Wang Yang brought his fingers together and formed a seal with one hand. The technique of Nine Palaces God Sealing manifested once again, allowing him and the Blood Centipede to bypass the Nine Palaces Great Formation of the Dragon Palace’s main hall and flash into its interior.

Upon entering the main hall, Wang Yang surveyed his surroundings, and a killing intent flashed within his eyes, tangible and potent.

Nine Demon Blood Formation!

Inside the main hall of the Dragon Palace, a Demon Dragon covered in dark brown scales was coiled within a Blood Pool. The Demon Dragon’s body was penetrated by nine chains of fresh blood.

The other ends of the blood chains were connected to nine tall statues. However, Wang Yang knew that these were not mere statues, but rather powerhouses of the Demon Clan, who had been petrified over the years after all of their Blood Spirit power had been absorbed.

Nine Demon Clan powerhouses had sacrificed their Blood Spirit power to nourish the Demon Dragon within the Blood Pool!

Nine Demon Blood Formation!

A grand formation of the Demon Clan that created strong beings!

This was precisely what Wang Yang had been most concerned about. He had decided to stay in Rigorous Winter City to slay the Demon Clan Saintess, fearing that the Demon Clan would set up the Nine Demon Blood Formation. At the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, the Demon Clan Saintess would sacrifice her Blood Spirit power to forcibly break through to the Saint Realm!

The bloodline of the Demon Clan was quite unique, able to engulf Bloodline Spiritual Power and assimilate it, allowing them to break through without the laborious step-by-step process that other cultivation practitioners required.

Sensing the presence of Wang Yang and the Blood Centipede, the Demon Dragon within the Blood Pool slowly opened its eyes. The Blood Sea surged, and in an instant, Wang Yang felt his own blood and qi beginning to become restless within.

"Ignorant ants dare to trespass into the dwelling place of this Saint? Die!"

The voice of the Demon Dragon resounded between heaven and earth, causing a sudden rampage of blood and qi within Wang Yang’s body, sending his bloodline into reverse flow and threatening to burst his veins. Yet at that moment, the corners of Wang Yang’s mouth curled into a sneer of derision.

"So this is the so-called Dragon Saint? Merely a lost cur of Primordial Continent!"

Wang Yang suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with golden light. His lips parted slightly, and he suddenly unleashed a dragon’s roar.

"Roar!"

In the void behind Wang Yang, a golden centipede appeared, but in the blink of an eye, the golden centipede transformed into a vast Golden Dragon. The Golden Dragon swirled around him, its Golden Dragon scales gleaming with such an intense brilliance as if illuminated by daylight, burning like fire.

Upon the Dragon’s claws, five golden fingers tore through the void!

The most revered sovereign of the Dragon Clan, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon!

"Who exactly are you!"

The moment the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon appeared, the Dragon Blood within the Demon Dragon felt an immense suppression. The divine skills of the Dragon Clan could not be used, as if sealed.

This was not what caused the Demon Dragon the most panic, it was when Wang Yang revealed the celestial secret.

A lost cur of Primordial Continent!

"Those beings from the Demon Clan really are persistent. They allowed you to be reborn in this world, sacrificing nine Respected Demon God Statues just like that—how extravagant. But this works out fine, fulfilling my brother Blood Centipede’s need, saving us a lot of trouble. Your Saintly fate, life pattern, spiritual power, and bloodline will be devoured completely. Yes, just like that!"

"No!"

The Demon Dragon was filled with terror, its spiritual power and bloodline were utterly suppressed by Wang Yang’s Five-Clawed Dragon Life Pattern. At this rate, everything would be devoured by Blood Centipede, a great cost the Demon Clan had paid to cross planes and set up the Nine Demon Blood Formation in this minor world, lacking in spiritual power and unlikely to attract attention.

After centuries, such a rebirth was finally at hand!

"Within Primordial Continent, there are less than a handful of individuals who possess the life pattern of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, and they are all at the Pinnacle of Heaven and Earth. How could one appear in such an insignificant plane of a world? You must be Wang Yang!"

The Demon Dragon seemed to suddenly think of something and was incredibly shocked. The Demon Clan had been scheming in this minor world for hundreds of years, and just as they were about to succeed!

Now that Wang Yang had arrived in this minor world, the grand plan of the Demon Clan might very well fall through!

The Demon Dragon’s body trembled, and in an instant, it shattered the nine blood-red chains binding it, tearing through the void with one claw, ready to escape and send out the message.

"Trying to leave?"

Wang Yang sneered coldly, how could he possibly let the Demon Dragon leave? At the moment the Demon Dragon became aware of his identity, it was as good as dead.

"Suppress!"

With a low shout, Wang Yang pointed with his hand and the silhouette of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon behind him soared into the sky, its five golden claws reaching out, magnifying boundlessly.

It abruptly clenched, instantly restraining the Demon Dragon’s body, no matter how it struggled, it could not break free.

"Blood Centipede, now is the time!"

Wang Yang and the Blood Centipede shared their thoughts, and without waiting for Wang Yang to speak, the Blood Centipede had already traveled through the void, arriving above the airspace where the Demon Dragon was located, and bit down with its dragon mouth!

Capital Luoyang City, National Advisor’s Mansion.

The National Advisor Xu Mao was playing chess with a young man sitting opposite him. Just as the young man was about to make a move, his face suddenly changed color, and a strand of Sword Qi burst forth from his fingertips, slicing the chess piece into dust.

Xu Mao’s brows knitted slightly. Given the young man’s nature and cultivation level, how could he have lost composure like this.

"My apologies, State Preceptor, something urgent has come up, I am afraid we will have to continue our game another day," the young man said, recovering his demeanor with a hint of remorse.

Xu Mao waved his hand indifferently, not minding in the least.

"Please go ahead, Master Liu Feng!"

The young man named Liu Feng bowed with clasped hands, then disappeared with a flash.

"Heh, finally can’t hide it anymore, can you?"

Xu Mao looked at the retreating figure of Liu Feng and sneered. He had meticulously arranged this chess game with the so-called master of the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, specifically to investigate.

Although he was not sure what incident had occurred, Liu Feng’s momentary loss of composure had already exposed his aura.

As the State Preceptor, one of the rare Saints under the Great Tang, not even the slightest flaw could escape Xu Mao’s eyes!

"Such a level of Sword Qi is undoubtedly from the Saint Realm, and it’s even from the most powerful Sword Saint!"

Now that he knew what he wanted, Xu Mao felt somewhat troubled. In recent years, many strong and inexplicable presences had suddenly appeared within Capital Luoyang, and Liu Feng was one of them.

Although the National Advisor’s Mansion governed Tianji Pavilion, the divination results regarding these people were quite vague.

Xu Mao stepped out into the courtyard and looked up at the sky, his thumb gently twirling between his fingers, his expression changing slightly as he sighed.

"It seems a great change is coming!"

East Palace, Crown Prince’s Mansion!

Liu Feng appeared, directly entering the Crown Prince’s study, and sat down cross-legged. His eyes closed tight, his hands forming seals rapidly.

A moment later, Liu Feng’s brows were tightly furrowed, and a ferocious look came over his face as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Crown Prince quickly came forward, asking with concern.

"What has happened?"

Liu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a gleam of killing intent flickering in his eyes as he responded in a heavy tone.

"Someone has slaughtered the Demon Dragon in the Northern Territories!"

"How is that possible? The Demon Dragon resides in the western mountains deep under the surface of Ice Mountain Ridge on the outskirts of Snow Dragon Valley. The entrance is obstructed by a space-time vortex, and within the Dragon Palace, you have your Ancient Sword Formation guarding it. Who could possibly enter?"

"I can’t see the scene; this person has crushed every space-time node I left behind, hindering my thoughts from crossing over. What makes me curious is, with the Nine Demon Blood Formation guarding it and the Snow Dragon Soul protecting, how could the Demon Dragon be slain?"

"The Northern Territories... could it be a Saint has emerged!"

The Crown Prince exclaimed in shock, considering a possibility, as everything could be explained if a Saint had taken action.

Liu Feng shook his head. Even a Saint wouldn’t be able to penetrate the Ancient Sword Formation and kill the Demon Dragon directly.

At the very least, he would have felt something at the moment of breaking through the Sword Formation, whereas now, Liu Feng felt the death of the Demon Dragon, yet the Ancient Sword Formation was still intact!