Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 240 - 32 No Way to Heaven [Requesting Monthly Ticket!]_2

Chapter 240: Chapter 32 No Way to Heaven [Requesting Monthly Ticket!]_2

Chu Liang manipulated the full flow of the Dragon Blood Secret Method, aiming to shield them from the onslaught of the Blood Bat Dragon Colony. Yet, the individual power and intelligence of these Blood Bat Dragons were inferior to the Winged Dragon Beast. They merely refrained from attacking Chu Liang, but their bloodlust-driven charges towards the two others beside him continued unabated!

"I’ll hold them off; you two retreat first!" Chu Liang immediately called out!

He summoned his Dustless Sword, executing the Hundred Swords Technique. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of radiant shadows imbued with Dragon Breath and Jue Yun’s Sword Qi weaved in and out, forming a perfect line of defense with Sword Qi!

Hiisssssss——

Every Blood Bat Dragon that got near was promptly struck down by Chu Liang, their severed bodies writhing helplessly on the ground, incapable of pursuing any further.

However, despite this, these Blood Bat Dragons dared not assault Chu Liang either. They merely sought to bypass him, much like a constant stream of blood-red sea waters trying to circumvent a rock.

Chu Liang did not halt completely, but instead chased after Luo Yao and the rest, reaping Blood Bat Dragons with his Hundred Swords Technique.

These Blood Bat Dragons were also pursuing them, which meant they were constantly within the blade light of Chu Liang’s sword. This caused him to wound over a hundred of them in mere moments.

During this process, Luo Yao and the rest skimmed over a dense forest. Suddenly, the mass onslaught of the Blood Bat Dragons came to a screeching halt.

"Squea squea squea——"

It was as if an invisible barrier had materialized, with thousands upon thousands of Blood Bat Dragons squeezed on its outer edge. They screeched in piercing shrills, the cacophony a grating noise in one’s ears.

Yet, not a single one dared to step a foot beyond.

"What strong demonic beast’s territory is this now?" Chu Liang landed, looking back at the unusual behavior of the swarm of Blood Bat Dragons, not relaxing in the least.

They couldn’t have been terrified of him.

They must be afraid of something even more powerful.

"It might not be a beast’s territory, but rather..." Monk Pu Shan pointed towards a peak of the mountain range, "See for yourself."

...

Behind the majestic green mountains, the skull of a huge pure black dragon appeared. Between the gaps were-solidified black gold material that composed a palace-like structure.

The technique used was quite crude yet somewhat terrifying.

This dragon bone clearly belonged to a Pure Blood Dragon!

What terrifying existence could turn a mature Pure Blood Dragon into a huge architectural structure and then display it?

Looking at it, the intimidating large group of Blood Bat Dragons seemed to fear this Dragon Bone Palace. Leaving this area, they would still be attacked by Dragonkin elsewhere. So the trio did not rush to leave but slowly approached it.

Circumventing this peak of the green mountains, they could see the full view of the huge dragon skull. It was linked to an endless, curving body built with the same golden casting technique.

The mountain-high dragon head and the unseen tail behind its winding body were like a Black Gold Great Wall!

The giant dragon skull’s mouth was wide open, and inside it was a dark abyss, like a mountainous cave.

"Shall we go in and take a look?" Monk Pu Shan was quite curious, "This looks like a unique place in the Secret Realm, if there’s an exit, it’s likely to be within."

"Sure," Luo Yao agreed.

Chu Liang had no objection; given the current awkward situation, whether they leave and encounter Dragonkin attacks or stay here waiting for Demon Princess Liu and her team to catch up, they would be walking into a dead-end.

It would be better to explore inside.

Looking at the endless tail, Chu Liang also felt that perhaps there was an exit hidden here.

Thus, the three of them stepped among them.

This dragon head was as tall as the mountain, its massive mouth appearing like a city gate. As a human body entered it, a sense of insignificance overwhelmed them, and inside was a dark corridor.

Although the exterior casting technique on the dragon bone was quite crude, the interior carvings were very exquisite, brilliant with black gilt everywhere. On either side of the tall corridor, mysterious carved murals protruded.

They vaguely depicted scenes of some ancient battles.

"This is a mural from the era of the Ancient Dragon God. We also have a collection of them in the Yunque Temple; I can understand some of them," Monk Pu Shan said.

His eyes glowed with divine light, piercing through the darkness as he continued to examine each mural as he walked along.

"The first one seems to depict a young little dragon. Its parents were killed by a malicious enemy dragon...", Pu Shan slowly interpreted, "It appears torn and tormented inside. There’s an inherent loneliness and fear of the world, coupled with a determination to seek revenge for its parents and clan. And there’s also a faint sense of compassion; I was not before I was born; I am after..."

"Wait," Luo Yao interrupted him, "You managed to interpret so much from the first mural alone?"

"Well, I added some of my own speculation about its psychological activities," Monk Pu Shan said.

"Don’t speculate. There are so many murals here. Waiting for you to finish speculating, Demon Princess Liu, will have time to have a baby and finish her confinement period before they catch up with us," Chu Liang added.

"Alright." Pu Shan sighed.

"The second one shows the little dragon growing up, venturing out, and following a powerful... Dragon God?" Pu Shan expressed with surprise.

"How do you know that’s the Dragon God?" Chu Liang asked while looking at the mural.

"There are some rules in murals of the Dragon Race from ancient times. The style is rough, but only the Dragon God is allowed to be depicted with a divine halo. No other Real Dragons can have this divine light," Monk Pu Shan explained.

"I see." Chu Liang nodded.

During ancient times, the Dragon Race had also produced a Godly figure of the Ninth Realm, known as the Dragon God.

Under his leadership, the Dragon Race once ruled the Mortal Realm. Logically, the lifespan of the Dragon Race is much longer than that of the Demonic Clan, and led by the Dragon God, the Dragon Race could have prospered for thousands of years.

However, mysteriously, the reign of the Dragon Race lasted less than a thousand years before it abruptly ended.

Thousands of years later came the collapse of the ancient Dragon Nest, wherein all of the remaining Pure Blood Dragons fled to the Abyss of the Tamed Dragon.

These are all ancient secrets, the reasons for which nobody in the current world knows anymore.

Subsequently, dozens of murals depict this little dragon following the Dragon God in conquests, wars against not only other Dragon Race members but also other formidable Demon Beasts, and even the Human Clan.

During this time, the little dragon grows into a magnificent giant dragon, and this place is named by Demon Princess Liu as the "Black Dragon Secret Realm," suggesting that probably this is the realm of the Black Dragon himself?

The next mural shows the Black Dragon, who has grown incredibly powerful under the leadership of the Dragon God, returns to his hometown and kills the malignant dragon to avenge his parents and clansmen. He builds a palace from his enemy’s dragon bones as an everlasting memorial.

Apparently, this Dragon Bone Great Wall was constructed by the Black Dragon from his enemy’s dragon bones.

Ahead, several grand battles took place, culminating in the Dragon God facing the endless thunderclouds sent from the heavens.

It looks vaguely like celestial soldiers in the clouds, or perhaps a giant hand. It’s very blurry. It seems like the mural painter couldn’t make out the details of the situation at that time, as you can sense the fear and confusion.

"Is this...crossing the catastrophe?" Monk Pu Shan speculated.

"It looks more like a battle, a fight to death," said Luo Yao.

"What’s this?" Chu Liang noticed several tiny figures drawn in the bottom corner of the mural.

The presence of the Human Clan was very limited in these Dragon Race murals, but these few seemed to be more than mere bystanders.

Monk Pu Shan shook his head; he couldn’t interpret what was happening then.

Looking at the next mural, the body of the Dragon God disappears, leaving a huge blank space in the middle of the image. All that’s left are the Real Dragons that followed him, rising in disarray, an image of madness and chaos.

The mural also includes a complex character, which seems to be the text of the Dragon Race.

"Dragon’s script has long been lost, I don’t know this character," Monk Pu Shan said.

Chu Liang stared at it. Although he shouldn’t know it either, there was a sense in his mind that immediately understood the emotion expressed by this character.

It’s very complicated, symbolizing a mournful emotion, akin to the angry howl of a hero at the end of his road. Simply understood, it’s approximately four words.

There’s no way to Heaven.