The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 156 - 156 102 Creation of the Nine Dragon Sons

156: Chapter 102: Creation of the Nine Dragon Sons 156: Chapter 102: Creation of the Nine Dragon Sons “Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!”

As Li Qingming’s voice fell, the nine blood-red rivers that crossed the sky began to flow wildly.

The surging waves of blood roiled in the void, their powerful momentum cracking the emptiness itself.

The dense blood finally began to change color, with the rolling rivers of blood starting from the very center gradually turning into black and white hues, and these two colors continuously spreading far and wide.

Within every droplet of blood, it was as if a Tai Chi Diagram was present, the pitch-black representing Creation Power, the bright white being the bloodline power hidden by the Nine Dragon Sons, manifesting in the form of Yin Yang Fish.

As the saying goes, from Tai Chi comes the Two Forms, from the Two Forms the Four Symbols, and from the Four Symbols the Eight Diagrams.

This was Li Qingming’s exposition on the Dao, a perfect application of Tai Chi Yin Yang Power.

Under the effect of Li Qingming’s Yin and Yang Tai Chi, the ancestral veins of the Nine Dragon Sons’ mother clan and the Creation Power clearly separated and supported each other in harmony.

Such a use of the Yin Yang Principle to purify bloodlines, if not unprecedented, was at least without known forerunner.

Even if Pangu were alive, he would not dare claim to surpass Li Qingming in the usage of the Yin Yang Skill.

Previously, due to the overpowering strength of the Ancestor Dragon’s bloodline, the maternal clan’s blood within the Nine Dragon Sons was forcefully suppressed and lay hidden.

Now, with the power of the Ancestor Dragon’s bloodline gone, the maternal clan’s bloodline power hidden deep within the blood emerged in such a form, catalyzed out by Li Qingming’s soft Creation Power, like endlessly carving mountains and rivers onto a single grain of rice, a divinely natural charm seemingly seizing nature’s creation power.

“Sizzle!

Sizzle!

Sizzle…”

Droplet by droplet of blood was drawn out by the Yin Yang Fish, falling onto the nine cauldrons enveloping the Nine Dragon Sons, turning into clusters of fist-sized blood in the shape of a Taiji Sphere, red and silver in color—the red being the blood naturally created, the silver being the maternal bloodline of the Nine Dragon Sons.

“Purify the ancestral vein, the power of creation.

No gap between Heaven and Earth, enter!”

As the nine blood-red rivers gradually disappeared from sight, Li Qingming uttered a command.

Clumps of blood once again turned into threads of blood, merging into a small stream of silver and red, surging into the pores all over the bodies of the Nine Dragon Sons.

“Boom!”

The originally weakened Nine Dragon Sons lying in the void, each had a Qing-colored flame rising around them, with Creation Power burning openly in the air.

This flame was filled with limitless strength, striving to strike the depths of the Cangqiong in the heavens, seemingly opening a thin veil of space.

Endless robust Chaos Primordial Power, from the depths of Chaos, shot down.

This Chaos Primordial Power was what once enshrouded the giant egg that contained the Pan Gu God, remnants left behind.

That dense, nearly invisible Primordial Energy even made Li Qingming beside it shine with longing in his eyes.

However, unfortunately just as Li Qingming thought to collect some Chaos Primordial Power, the cracked Cangqiong suddenly shook and quickly closed up.

Even the last traces of Chaos Primordial Power dissipated into the void.

“Damn it, the cursed space barriers!” A tearless Li Qingming cursed the space barriers of the Primordial Land, helplessly watching the abundance of Chaos Primordial Power slip away.

More and more blood entered the Nine Dragon Sons’ bodies, making the fierce beasts, already full of ferocious aura, vaguely possess some of the majesty of Ancient Clan Leaders.

Moreover, the appearances of the Nine Dragon Sons were already drastically different from before, each assuming the form of their maternal lineage:

Eldest, Ba Xia, transformed into an all-black giant turtle, lineage of the Ancient Mystic Turtle; Second, Chi Wen, transformed into a red game fish, lineage of the Ancient Vaulted Sky Sparrow Fish; Third, Pu Lao, transformed into a flying dragon with wings on its ribs, lineage of the Ancient Flying Dragon; Fourth, Bi’an, transformed into an all-black giant tiger, lineage of the Ancient Profound Tiger; Fifth, Taotie, transformed into a Mountain Goat with Seven-colored Light, lineage of the Ancient Seven-colored Thunder Sheep; Sixth, Bishui, transformed into an all-white giant lion, lineage of the Ancient Snow Lion; Seventh, Yazi, transformed into a silver-white giant wolf, lineage of the Ancient Howling Moon Silver Wolf; Eighth, Suan Ni, transformed into a Pure Gold giant lion, lineage of the Ancient Sharp Gold Lion; and Ninth, Jiao Tu, transformed into a giant sea snail, lineage of the Ancient Silver Moon Snail.

After an indeterminable amount of time, as the sounds of battle diminished outside the formation.

The drastically altered Nine Dragon Sons finally completed their bloodline transformation, each opening their eyes, curiously examining each other’s bodies, tears gleaming in their bright eyes.

“Damn it, this is no work for humans!” Li Qingming yelled ungraciously, sprawled out in every direction in the void.

His lazy demeanor shattered the grand image he had established in the hearts of the Nine Dragon Sons.

The Nine Dragon Sons, momentarily stunned, reverted back into human forms.

Still with cold faces, dressed identically in black robes.

The difference was that, on the previously empty black robes, they were now embroidered with images of their current forms.

The Nine Dragon Sons lined up in a row in front of Li Qingming, respectfully kneeling on one knee, saying, “We thank our master for the favor of creation!”

Li Qingming got up and glanced at the Dragons, asking, “Now that you have all shed the power of the Ancestor Dragon’s bloodline, do you have any regrets?”

Everyone exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison: “We have no regrets!”

“Hahaha!” Li Qingming laughed heartily to the skies and said, “Good!

From now on, you are no longer sons of the Ancestor Dragon.

From this moment on, cast aside your previous names and surnames, and take ‘Ding’ as your surname and numbers as your names!

Starting with Ba Xia as ‘Ding Yi’, and so on!

Now then, follow me and let’s take a look outside!”

“Yes, Master!” The Nine Cauldrons brothers stood up with faces full of fervor, as if being by Li Qingming’s side was an incredible honor.

Li Qingming released Qingyun and glanced at Daoist Xiao Yao.

Daoist Xiao Yao took the hint and stored away the Qiankun Tripod and the Nine Nameless Cauldrons, leaped onto the Qingyun, and disappeared without a trace.

As they emerged from the formation, Li Qingming’s Primordial Spirit swept across the battlefield, and indeed, he saw the Water Clan led by the Dragon Clan retreating steadily under the pursuit of the Demon Race and the Fierce Beasts.

Although Daoist Xiao Yao had already put away the Big Cauldron, these Fierce Beasts were formed by the fusion of the Creation Energy within the Cauldron and nature’s spiritual energy.

To eradicate these beasts, one must either be the owner of the Cauldron who willingly recalls the beasts into the Cauldron, or an attacker with the strength of a Saint.

Otherwise, these beasts would be like indestructible cockroaches, emerging endlessly, with the ability to resurrect after death.

The Water Clan members had suffered enough; countless of their number had already perished in the mouths of these Fierce Beasts.

Aoguang was still immersed in the depression of losing the Innate Treasure, completely losing the prestige and wisdom as the Clan Leader.

Seeing his clan members being slaughtered and scattering in all directions, the Dragon Kings from the other Three Seas looked anxiously at Aoguang.

Ao Shun sent out a Flying Sword, knocking away a Demon, and said, “Big Brother, Big Brother, wake up!

Our Dragon Clan might not be able to hold on much longer!”

“What?” Aoguang, who abruptly returned to his senses, looked around with a somewhat bewildered gaze and asked, “What’s going on?

Where are our people?”

Ao Qin and Ao Run shook their heads in disappointment and said to Aoguang, “Big Brother, you were only focused on that Innate Treasure earlier, how could you have considered the safety of our Dragon Clan and the Water Clan?

Now that the Demon Race is overwhelmingly powerful, if we do not come up with countermeasures, we will be the sinners of our clan!”

Startled, Aoguang silently weighed the gains and losses.

After a while, he suddenly bellowed, “Everyone, stop!

I want to see the Emperor of the North!”

The various protectors, like Nine Youths, looked at Aoguang as if he were a fool, thinking, “What does this moron want to do?

Is the Emperor someone you can see just because you wish to?

Ignore him!”

After a mere momentary pause, the horde of Demons resumed their frenzied pursuit, with victory seemingly within grasp.

Who would spare a thought for whether you’re the East Sea Dragon King or not?

As long as Li Qingming doesn’t issue an order, even if you were the Heavenly King, they would not hesitate to strike you down!

Aoguang was nearly driven mad with anger.

‘You, a mere lesser Daluo Golden Immortal, dare to disregard me, the revered Dragon King?

It truly is a world turned upside down.’

‘This moron doesn’t even realize, with his subordinates nearly wiped out, even though he is the Dragon King, he’s but a powerless commander without troops!’

Instantly, Aoguang’s figure surged forward, a shining and transparent Dragon Ball summoned by Aoguang grew to the size of a small hill and was hurled directly at Nine Youths’ head.

Completely immersed in the battle, Nine Youths certainly did not expect to be ambushed by a Quasi-Saint, a mere Daluo Golden Immortal!

As the hill-sized Dragon Ball closed in on Nine Youths, all he felt was darkness descending from the sky.

Looking up, he saw a staggeringly huge bead, plummeting with an earth-shaking force, crashing towards his head.

“Clang!”

Unable to dodge, Nine Youths suddenly caught a glimpse of a fleeting flash of green light, followed immediately by a deafening blast, as if all the sounds of Heaven and Earth were concentrated there.

“Clap clap clap!” Li Qingming approached from not far off, clapping his hands with a smile on his face, saying, “Not bad, not bad!

Emperor Aoguang, you’ve actually learned to ambush!

It’s said, ‘An old man who doesn’t die is a rogue,’ but you are even more shameless than a thief!”