Chapter 426: Chapter 426: The Fall of the Golden Dragon King — The Dragon God’s Bloodline and Will Descend

Under the impact of the surging tide of whales,

the Golden Dragon King seemed to be enduring the collisions of countless stars.

Each great whale’s charge erupted with a roar that shattered the void itself. Any meteors in the vicinity, brushed by the aftershock alone, were instantly ground into dust.

Boom boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

One whale after another shattered into oceans of immortal brew, and streams of negative effects ceaselessly eroded the Golden Dragon King.

Even though its physical body was immortal,

under this dual assault, it finally began to show signs of collapse.

Its resplendent golden scales grew mottled, shrouded in auras of corrosion, decay, and confusion.

That terrifying pressure which had made the gods tremble rapidly weakened.

"ROAR—!"

The Golden Dragon King opened its jaws and spewed dragon breath capable of annihilating entire star rivers, vaporizing a swath of the whale tide ahead.

However—

the whales were endless, advancing wave after wave.

In the end, the dragon breath dissipated into rolling smoke from its mouth. After its massive body swayed violently, it crashed down.

Boom!

Boom!

It lay sprawled across the void like a dim golden starfield.

As the whale tide gradually dispersed,

the Golden Dragon King barely managed to seize a shattered star as a fulcrum, struggling to coil itself upright once more.

Within those crimson dragon pupils,

much of the ferocity had faded,

replaced instead by barely concealed terror.

Though savage by nature, it was not devoid of reason.

"Who exactly is this unfamiliar God King?!"

"His strength is actually greater than that of the first-generation Asura God!"

"Is the fortune of the Divine Realm truly so prosperous—could it be that another Supreme God King is about to emerge?!"

Boom!

Boom!

As these thoughts flashed through its mind,

the Golden Dragon King suddenly burst apart, transforming into billions upon billions of dragon-shaped strands of golden light that fled wildly in all directions across the cosmos.

"The Golden Dragon King is escaping!"

The gods shouted in shock and fury.

"Hmph!" Li Zhexian let out a cold snort.

The Clear Spring Wine Gourd trembled slightly, drawing all the oceans of immortal brew back into itself.

He formed his fingers into a sword and pointed into the void.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out.

The Qinglian Sword suddenly split apart—one became ten, ten became a hundred, a hundred became thousands, thousands became millions...

In the blink of an eye,

the entire starfield was filled with an endless forest of swords.

Every single Qinglian Sword carried a portion of the original blade’s divine might, transforming into a sword rain that covered every direction, slashing toward each escaping strand of dragon-shaped golden light.

Puff! Puff!

Puff! Puff!

Like boiling water poured onto snow,

nearly all the dragon-shaped golden lights were instantly annihilated.

However—

when one Qinglian Sword struck the strand that had fled the farthest, it erupted with the clash of metal upon metal.

"ROAR—!"

That golden light suddenly expanded, restoring the Golden Dragon King’s shattered true body, crushing several stars along its path.

Its ferocity fully erupted. Disregarding everything, it raised a dragon claw and turned back, slamming down toward Li Zhexian in a final desperate strike.

Even at its peak, the Golden Dragon King had been steadily driven back beneath Li Zhexian’s blade.

Now it was grievously wounded.

This all-or-nothing attack was riddled with openings.

Li Zhexian’s gaze turned icy as he slashed out with his sword.

Multiple sword intents clung to the Qinglian Sword as its edge met the world-destroying dragon claw.

The dragon claw split upon contact, dark gold dragon blood splashing into the void as a deep wound—visible to the bone—nearly severed the claw entirely.

"ROAR!" The Golden Dragon King howled in agony.

Li Zhexian darted to a position diagonally above its head.

Billions upon billions of Qinglian Sword clones responded as if summoned, transforming into streaks of glasslike sword light that returned to his grasp.

Upon the blade,

an unfathomably profound sword qi began to gather.

"Qinglian Sword Song, Eleventh Form — Primordial Ruins."

As Li Zhaixian softly spoke the words, he slashed downward.

Where the sword light passed—

Color, sound, energy, even "existence" itself began to silently disintegrate, returning to the primordial origin from which all things were born.

This was a spreading "ruin," one that no existing thing could obstruct.

That indescribable sword light struck straight at the center of the Golden Dragon King’s forehead.

"ROAR!"

The Golden Dragon King writhed violently in the void.

Its colossal body caused the entire star region to tremble.

"Even if I fall today, I will not let you have it easy!"

As the words rang out,

the Primordial sword light cut straight down from its brow, cleaving through its chest and ribs, and sweeping past its tail.

Its immortal physical body, before the power of the Primordial, was split in two without the slightest resistance.

The two massive halves of the dragon’s corpse plunged toward the abyss of the void.

However—

before the gods could recover from their shock,

a sudden change erupted!

A streak of golden light, pure to the extreme, separated from the falling dragon corpse.

At the instant that golden light left its body, the Golden Dragon King’s severed physical form disintegrated completely within a few breaths.

A blood-colored tidal wave surged through the starfield, causing the galaxy to churn and the laws of reality to wail.

Moreover—

In the unseen depths—

It drew the attention of spacetime storms still far away in distant star regions.

That streak of golden light carried an will far surpassing Li Zhaixian’s current realm. Ignoring the barriers of spacetime and divine power alike, it shot into his brow before he could react.

"Zhexian!"

"Sword Lord!"

Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, and the assembled gods cried out in alarm.

Li Zhexian frowned deeply.

Within his sea of divine consciousness,

the Golden Dragon King’s hatred-filled voice echoed endlessly:

Even if I fall today, I will not let you have it easy!

Boom!

Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing shattered several meteors as they rushed to Li Zhexian’s side, their beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Li Zhexian raised his gaze, his pupils stained with red.

"Before dying, the Golden Dragon King forcibly implanted its bloodline and the Dragon God’s will into my body."

As if to confirm his words,

a ferocious, malevolent aura erupted from within him, and his eyes were completely flooded with crimson.

Beneath his pale skin,

golden blood surged like a living thing, faintly outlining the shape of a dragon.

The intense pain made him grit his teeth, his breathing turning ragged.

Ye Lingling, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar hurriedly channeled their divine power. Healing light enveloped Li Zhexian, attempting to ease his suffering.

At this moment,

the gods had repelled most of the meteor storm.

The energy tempest caused by the collapse of the spiritual energy pillars had also begun to subside, and the shattered starfields temporarily returned to calm.

Ji Dong and the Asura God appeared before Li Zhexian, their expressions extremely grave.

"This is troublesome,"

Ji Dong said in a deep voice.

"The Dragon God was a Supreme God King. His will and bloodline are not something an ordinary God King can endure."

The Asura God narrowed his blood-red eyes.

"There is a method. If we join forces, we can set up a seal to temporarily suppress it..."

"No need."

Li Zhexian took a deep breath.

Deep within his flesh and blood, iridescent spiritual light and glasslike divine radiance alternated, forcibly suppressing the boiling golden blood.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the gathered gods.

"Since the meteor storm has been temporarily resolved..."

"it’s time to discuss how we’ll deal with the coming spacetime storm."

Upon hearing this,

the gods’ expressions darkened.

One by one, their gazes turned toward the staggering figure standing up—his purple cloak stained with blood.

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