The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 154 - 154 100 The Nameless Nine Cauldrons

154: Chapter 100 The Nameless Nine Cauldrons 154: Chapter 100 The Nameless Nine Cauldrons (PS: A hundred chapters!

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Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons looked at Li Qingming with ecstatic expressions, bowing deeply they said, “For such a favor, we thank Your Majesty immensely!”

Dragon King Ao Guang’s expression turned sour; thinking to himself, he was the honorable leader of the Dragon Clan, yet he couldn’t even control nine mixed-breed dragons.

Where would he put his face?

Despite the fact that these sons of the Ancestral Dragon were both his elders and the Dragon Clan’s rebels.

“You…

you really are not the sons of men!” Ao Guang fumed, his mustache and hair bristled, his magnificent, coral-like horns shimmering with a faint blue light.

The Nine Sons of the Ancestral Dragon gave Ao Guang a cold glance, remaining silent.

Instead, Li Qingming who couldn’t stand Ao Guang’s attitude, turned to the Demon Race following him and commanded, “Unleash yourselves in the fight, I want to slaughter the Dragon Clan.

Let the East Sea become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with lost souls scattered everywhere!”

“Kill!

Kill!

Kill!”

The Demon Crowd, their fighting spirit high and proud, raised their Magic Treasures and ferociously charged towards the Dragon Clan’s ranks.

Ao Guang’s face suddenly turned grave and he roared in madness, “Li Qingming, this massacre is excessive!

You…

you…

Don’t you fear the wrath of the heavens?”

Li Qingming now lacked even the desire to give him a glance, thinking to himself, “The Demon Race reclaiming the Four Seas is a matter of fate.

Even if countless Cultivators from the Dragon Clan and Demon Race die, it is not Li Qingming to blame.

Besides, you, a mighty Quasi-Saint, can’t even see through such heavens’ secrets and yet you practice the Way!”

Li Qingming, fortunately ignoring the idiotic East Sea Dragon King, began setting up a Great Formation around himself and the Nine Sons of the Ancestor Dragon, ready to extract their Ancestor Dragon Bloodline and purify the maternal bloodline of the Nine Dragon Sons.

“Whoosh!”

With everything set, the Qiankun Tripod brimming with Creation Energy flew out from Li Qingming’s Sea of Consciousness Space.

Upon landing, it transformed into a person, who appeared to be cast from the same mold as Li Qingming.

However, this person was dressed in a dark cyan Daoist robe, embroidered with a giant cauldron, with vivid mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, fish, and insects.

“Poor Daoist pays respects to the original self!” Yes, this person was none other than one of Li Qingming’s Three Corpses, the Self Corpse, Qian Xiaoyao, Daoist Xiao Yao!

Seeing Daoist Xiao Yao bowing to him, Li Qingming quickly returned the bow, saying, “I have troubled Fellow Daoist this time!”

“No trouble at all!

We are one and the same, why be so polite!” Daoist Xiao Yao said with a beaming smile, then he turned his gaze to the Nine Sons of the Ancestral Dragon.

After a while, revealing a joyful expression, he said to Li Qingming, “Fellow Daoist, these nine Fellow Daoists are indeed our lucky stars!”

Li Qingming questioned, “What do you mean?”

“Years ago, as I roamed the Primordial Era, I gathered bronze from Shouyang Mountain and forged nine bronze giant tripods!

These tripods are arranged according to the Bagua, representing Yin in Qian, Yang in Kun, Metal in Dui, Wood in Zhen, Water in Kan, Fire in Li, Earth in Gen, Wind in Xun, and Chaos in the center,” explained Daoist Xiao Yao, pausing slightly, as if to make sure Li Qingming wasn’t confused, then he continued:

“I’ve forged the Nine Cauldrons, but I’ve always lacked suitable Spiritual Objects to place into the cauldrons to help the Spiritual Treasures take shape!

And on these nine Fellow Daoists, there happens to be representations of Yin, Yang, Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, and the rarest Chaos Spirit!

If we extract these Spiritual Objects and imbue them into the Nine Cauldrons, we can complete these treasures!”

“That’s why I summoned Fellow Daoist!” Upon hearing this, Li Qingming laughed heartily; if all went well, not only would he acquire nine loyal sub-saint followers, but he would also possess nine supreme Spiritual Treasures—wasn’t it the best of both worlds?

Daoist Xiao Yao was also somewhat elated.

Only the Nine Dragon Sons, kneeling on one knee in the Void, looked around in confusion, unaware of what the two were referring to.

“Then, let’s begin!” Daoist Xiao Yao said with an unrestrained laugh, looking at Li Qingming.

Li Qingming nodded lightly, and said sternly to the Nine Dragon Sons, “I ask you all one more time!

Have you thought it through?”

The Nine Dragon Sons nodded gravely, their eyes full of determination.

“Very well!

Then let us begin!” Li Qingming nodded to Daoist Xiao Yao, waved his large hand, and nine trails of green-misty Creation Energy drifted away, each merging with the bodies of the Nine Dragon Sons.

The purpose of the Creation Energy was unknown, but after a moment, its effects began to show.

When the Nine Dragon Sons were infused with the Creation Energy, they initially felt a slight coolness coursing through their veins.

The youngest Jiao Tu even sang out comfortably, feeling as rejuvenated as if he had eaten a Ginsengfruit, all thirty-six thousand pores in his body feeling wide open.

However, this comfort was quickly replaced by an infinite, scorching sensation; the pain, as if it reached the marrow of their bones, almost knocked out the physically robust Ancestor Dragon’s sons.

“Roar… Moo… Roar!”

With nine soul-shaking roars, Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons each transformed into their original forms.

Terrifyingly fierce beasts lay prostrate in the void, their muscles spasming and bones grinding together with a “creak, creak” sound!

“Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!”

Nine red rivers, intermingled with multicolored lusters, stretched across the sky, as if they had always been there.

The sound of surging waves followed the rivers’ flow, resonating through the heavens.

Li Qingming lifted his gaze to observe these nine rivers, diligently searching for that extraordinary colored blood.

This red blood, while glowing softly, wasn’t blinding at all.

The luminescence circulating within sank directly into one’s heart and lungs.

Upon closer examination, the unassuming colored blood carried an overwhelming and majestic aura, tinged with strands of violent energy, giving one the sense of facing Primordial Fierce Beasts.

“This sovereign, it’s this colored blood.

Within this blood, I can also feel a strong presence of Qi Fortune.

As long as we extract all this blood, the Nine Cauldrons will be achieved!” Daoist Xiao Yao looked up at the colored blood excitedly, his emotions overflowing.

“Good!” Li Qingming nodded slightly.

“Transform!”

Almost simultaneously, Li Qingming and Daoist Xiao Yao took action, waving their hands again.

The rich Yuqing Qi flowed out of their bodies, forming strands of threads that directly encircled the nine faintly glowing blood rivers!

As if sensing the imminent crisis, the nine bloodlines began to pulsate violently.

Their originally dim lusters suddenly burst forth, leaving an inexplicable shock.

Strands of green ropes firmly bound the nine bloodlines.

The nine bloodlines writhed wildly, slowly transforming into nine claw-snapping Nine-Clawed Divine Dragons.

“Release.”

Nine bronze giant tripods abruptly appeared high in the sky.

Engraved with flora and fauna on them, they seemed like miniature versions of the Qiankun Tripods.

The green ropes tugged at the nine colored Divine Dragons, struggling fiercely towards the Nine Cauldrons.

The nine Divine Dragons struggled more intensely, nearly escaping the lock of the Green Rope.

“Fellow Daoist, quick, use the Qiankun Tripod!” Li Qingming’s face showed a hint of urgency, forehead beading with sweat.

“Lock it for me!” Daoist Xiao Yao nodded, the enormous Qiankun Tripod soared into the air, strands of Creation Energy spilling from the tripod, enveloping the green ropes.

“Roar!” The ropes suddenly tightened, and the nine colored Divine Dragons roared out in pain.

In an instant, the clouds in the depths of the sky dispersed, revealing many stars that densely populated the firmament like a swirling galaxy.

Endless Star Power frenziedly surged into the Nine Tripods.

“Swoosh!”

Finally, the nine Divine Dragons were pulled into the giant tripods, brightening the entire void.

The restless tripods pulsated violently, emitting beams of azure light.

The nine originally river-like surging red blood rivers, at this moment, became calm and tranquil, making one feel as if they were amidst a serene mountain valley.

“Boom!”

The tripods slowly emitted wisps of blue mist, and they became very calm, neither struggling nor showing any signs of violence.

These mists flowed around the surface of the Nine Tripods like a warm spring breeze, seemingly giving a gentle massage, imparting a very soothing sensation.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the blue mist completely dissipated.

“Roar…

Moo…

Roar!”

On the Nine Tripods, restored to their ancient color, the carvings of flora and fauna disappeared without a trace, revealing fierce and terrifying beasts on the four sides of the tripods.

At this moment, huge images of Dragon Ancestor’s Nine Sons emerged from each of the massive cauldrons’ mouths!

These images, with heads proudest to the sky, roared madly as if to declare their existence to the world.

Daoist Xiao Yao, with a joyous expression, watched the Nine Tripods and said, “Finally, it’s done!”