Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 607 - 282: Mixed Primordial God Iron, Encounter the Heavenly Book Again_2

Ao Canghai paused, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "I earnestly invite you to join forces with me."

Wang Xiu turned and walked away. "Isn't this the second invitation? You're full of lies. I can't trust you!"

Ao Canghai was dumbfounded. What in the world... He couldn't keep up with Wang Xiu's train of thought. He was about to remind him. Does he really not want a treasure like the Primordial Spirit Iron?

Suddenly, a great disturbance arose from the Blood Pool. The blood mist churned, and countless motes of Divine Essence scattered like fireflies, flying away in all directions. The Blood Pool, which had existed for countless years, seemed to lose some fundamental support, its light dimming as it gradually became ordinary.

Ao Canghai looked down, his brow furrowed and his expression grave. Has the Primordial Spirit Iron disappeared? That seems to be the case. With the Spirit Iron gone, the efficacy of this Blood Pool is greatly reduced, and the circulating divine radiance has grown weak. After so many years, it's not impossible that the Primordial Spirit Iron was drained dry. But... isn't this too much of a coincidence? I just made that bold claim, isn't this a slap in my own face?

He failed to notice, however, that a blood-red sword light, mixed in with the scattered essences, had left the Blood Pool and returned to his hand.

Wang Xiu toyed with the miniature sword as an image of Nie Linglan appeared in his mind. She was still clad in her red dress, looking strikingly dazzling. She lay there, her snow-white, jade-like legs outstretched, shimmering with a crystalline luster. Her figure was stunning, radiating a mature and enchanting charm. At that moment, she was gently licking her lips and patting her round belly, her satisfied expression quite alluring.

Wang Xiu smiled. "Eaten your fill?"

Nie Linglan nodded, a bashful smile on her bewitching face. "Young Master, I'm getting sleepy."

Wang Xiu understood. Nie Linglan had just devoured a large number of Artifact Embryos and the Spirit Iron, and she needed time to refine them. "Then get some rest," he said with a nod.

The moment he finished speaking, his consciousness left the inner world of the Asura Heaven Punishment Sword.

***

The sounds of slaughter and conflict continued all around. The remaining people pressed onward. The Dragon Palace was immensely vast, and in the blink of an eye, another month had passed.

Battles were incessant along the way. Various treasure-filled lands appeared, such as Meteor Flame Valley, Bing Jue Domain, and the Broken Dragon Platform. These places were fraught with danger, but they also offered all kinds of opportunities. Dozens of Immortal Artifacts alone were discovered and fought over by the assembled experts.

However, most of these artifacts were damaged. They were the remnants of the many powerful beings who had fallen in the great battle over ten thousand years ago. Many had their runes completely worn away, rendering them unusable. Only their raw materials remained valuable, ready to be taken back and reforged into other Magical Treasures. The usable, less-damaged treasures were mostly snatched up by prodigies like Han Yi, Ao Canghai, and Meng Ran.

This place was a true paradise. As long as one had the strength, countless opportunities could be seized, and a fortune could be made. Wang Xiu didn't stand out excessively, but he also obtained several very fine treasures.

One was a Jade Cleansing Bottle that radiated a milky-white halo. It was incredibly mystical and contained divinity. Any liquid placed inside would be transformed into a rare spiritual fluid, and its internal space was vast. It was a rare treasure coveted by many prodigies.

There was also a pair of dragon horns. The original owner was some unknown powerhouse from ten thousand years ago who possessed the Azure Dragon bloodline and was born with the Divine Skills to control thunder. These horns were top-tier materials for the Thunder Path and could be used directly as a Magical Treasure, providing an immensely powerful enhancing effect on thunder-based techniques. Of course, if they were crafted into a proper treasure, their effects would be even more astonishing.

***

Ahead lay a gigantic training ground, upon which sat a vast palace. A brilliant divine radiance shone above it, with various auspicious lights erupting forth, making it resemble a celestial palace protected by an unknown number of restrictive runes and inscriptions.

A massive and majestic True Dragon coiled around the palace. Its imposing gaze swept over the crowd as it radiated intense light. Its divine might was astounding, and it was shrouded in boundless Chaos, emanating an aura that made hearts tremble.

"That... must be the Dragon Emperor's personal palace!"

"Besides the Dragon Palace's treasure vault, this should be the most central location. The Origin of Zhulong is very likely here!"

The prodigies buzzed with discussion, their gazes fixed on the immense palace. Their hearts pounded with excitement, and a glow pulsed from their bodies, unable to be calmed. Those were the sleeping quarters of a Quasi-Emperor from a bygone era. Just looking at it from afar seemed to convey a fraction of that Supreme's former terror and majesty, making their heartbeats accelerate involuntarily.

RUMBLE!

The colossal True Dragon statue coiled above the palace seemed to come to life, becoming incredibly lifelike. Its form was in constant flux. A pair of dragon eyes, like two golden suns, stared down at everyone, its worldly might shocking. Chaotic Qi surged around it, and its golden Dragon Scales were streaked with black stripes, giving it a cold, noble aura as it stretched, vast and boundless, across the galaxy. It soared into the Nine Heavens, its tail still dangling into the deep abyss of the ocean. It burrowed into the endless Abyss, while its tail continued to stir the starry sky.

No one could describe the sheer vastness of this True Dragon. It seemed a single breath could annihilate an entire sea of stars.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded. Could this be the Dragon Emperor himself? How else could he be so incomprehensibly huge? He was no less mighty than the Ancient Gods of legend.

"Could it be that the Dragon Emperor is still alive?" the crowd trembled, exclaiming in shock.

But how was that possible? The Dragon Emperor had fallen so many years ago, an event witnessed by countless experts. After more than ten thousand years, his imprint should have vanished from the river of time. How could he still exist?

A chill ran down their spines. If the Dragon Emperor was truly alive, were they, the intruders who had entered the Dragon Nest to plunder its treasures, not walking to their deaths?

***

High above in the Nine Heavens, within that vast palace, the Guantian Mirror that monitored all of Longhuang Island suddenly went dark. It was a screen of pure chaos, devoid of any light.

"What's going on?" the experts cried out. The image had vanished just as they reached the most crucial part.

An elder stepped forward and fiddled with the artifact before frowning. "The Guantian Mirror is functioning normally. There's a problem with that palace. There's an unobservable entity inside, something even the Guantian Mirror cannot peer into!"

A powerhouse gasped. "Unobservable? Could it be... the Origin of Zhulong?"

Everyone's expression grew grim, their breathing quickening. In this world, very few things could block the Guantian Mirror's senses. On Longhuang Island, the only thing they could think of was the Origin of Zhulong.

***

HUM!

Suddenly, all the celestial phenomena converged into a single point, and the terrifying scenes vanished as if they had been a mere illusion.

"What happened?"

"I know! That was the Dragon Emperor's Divine Skill imprint! It has been preserved from ten thousand years ago and manifested all those visions we just saw!"

Instantly, the area erupted in a clamor as everyone boiled with excitement and rushed forward together. The Dragon Clan, even ten thousand years ago, was one of the Ancient Clans that could dominate the Nine Heavens. The clan's heritage was incredibly long, tracing all the way back to the ancient era, and they naturally possessed a vast array of inherited Divine Skills. The Dragon Emperor, in particular, was the one who had achieved mastery of them all. If one could comprehend anything from his Divine Skill imprints, the benefits would last a lifetime, opening up an entirely new path of cultivation.

No one could resist such a temptation.

They all charged toward the palace. The area was filled with a thick, waist-high mist formed from incredibly pure Spiritual Energy, making it look even more like a celestial palace. Only upon getting closer did they realize the place was even more vast and boundless than they had imagined, as if it had no end.

After a long time, they finally saw a mountain-like Ancient Stele standing before the palace. The stele was densely covered in runes, all carved with ancient, esoteric Daoist Text that was difficult to understand. Each character emitted a divine sheen, appearing almost alive as it manifested visions, making one feel as if they were adrift in a sea of stars.

"Were those earlier visions... manifested from this Ancient Stele?"

"Hiss... Could it be that the Dragon Emperor's lifetime of Divine Skills are all recorded on this Ancient Stele?"

The crowd's eyes turned red with greed as they speculated. They unleashed their Divine Skills, trying to snatch the Ancient Stele for themselves.

In the midst of the chaos, only Wang Xiu wore a strange expression as he gazed at the stele. These Daoist Texts... seem somewhat familiar, don't they?

In the past, at the Ancient Sanctuary, he had perceived the true essence of the God and Demon Murals and obtained one hundred and eight Daoist Texts. They could enhance Divine Skills, multiply one's combat power, and aid in comprehending Divine Abilities, their uses seemingly endless. Those texts were eerily similar to the ones on the Ancient Stele before him.

With a thought, he activated his own Daoist Texts, his Divine Sense reaching out to touch the stele. Suddenly, all the Daoist Texts on the Ancient Stele lit up. An even more terrifying vision than before appeared—a vast starry sky manifested around them. Immense stars, each one an ancient world, orbited the location, rumbling as they turned in a spectacle of the highest order.

The vision enveloped the entire space. Everyone was stunned, left utterly speechless.

Wang Xiu's eyes flickered as a stream of information flooded his mind. This is... the lower volume of the Heavenly Book?