Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 618 - 285: Dragon Emperor? Or Demon Dragon?_2

But in a sense, the threshold for cultivating Righteous Qi is much higher than that for practicing the Thunder Technique! It requires the cultivator to have a childlike heart, the heart of a sage—to be unmoved by external things and to always adhere to one's true nature. This is exceedingly rare!

It is no exaggeration to say that with this Qi of Righteousness alone, Meng Ran could already rank among the top talents of the Nine Heavens, always having a place of his own.

Zhao Qingyu, dressed in a flowing green gown, wielded two jade-like ribbons that danced through the air. They seemed soft, but when they landed among the crowd, they struck like celestial mountains crashing down with boundless power. No matter how the demonized cultivators attacked, they could not get close to her. Her style was the perfect union of strength and flexibility, a balance of Yin and Yang. She was like a fairy dancing in the mortal realm, her movements ethereal and stunning, yet exuding a powerful aura that made hearts tremble.

ROAR!

A cultivator covered in Demon Patterns charged forward, aiming for Yu Xiaolong and Wang Xiu. He brought down a palm from above as runes filled the sky and Demonic Qi crisscrossed, shaking the very void.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yu Xiaolong flicked his sleeve. Several beams of treasure light shot out from his Space Ring, striking head-on. They were two Superior Spiritual Artifacts of extraordinary quality. One was shaped like the Exquisite Tower, and the other was an Ancient Bell. They were clearly the works of a master craftsman. The moment they touched the demonized cultivator, the two treasures exploded. Destructive ripples swept across the area like a blaze of light, instantly hurling the cultivator away.

Wang Xiu's mouth twitched slightly. "Brother Yu, is this how you use your treasures?"

Yu Xiaolong replied nonchalantly, "How else? Should I go fight them hand-to-hand? Getting hurt is very painful!"

Wang Xiu was speechless.

As he spoke, Yu Xiaolong's hands didn't stop. He pulled out a stack of Talismans that flashed with divine light and surged with spiritual luminance. All of them were rare, top-grade items seldom seen even in the most bustling auction houses of the Cangyuan Realm. He had everything: Earth-moving Talismans, Thunder-shaking Talismans, Army-breaking Talismans, and Sea-parting Scrolls.

Without a second thought, he threw them all out and detonated them at once. The area was instantly overwhelmed by an immense wave of energy. A radiant light dazzled brightly as it exploded, making the void tremble with continuous, thunderous sounds. If it were not the Dragon Palace, any other location would have collapsed, unable to withstand such force.

"Fatso, aim better when you throw!" came Ao Canghai's complaining voice from amidst the destructive fluctuations.

He had also been swept up in the blast. His body rippled continuously as he resisted the energy wave, his expression turning ugly. Even with his formidable physique, he couldn't withstand the simultaneous detonation of so many Talismans. Fortunately, he was only grazed.

Yu Xiaolong coughed twice. "Sorry, sorry! It's been a while since I've fought. I'm a bit rusty!"

With that, he raised his hand and tossed another stack of Talismans into the fray. The field was once again thrown into chaos, crisscrossed by waves of destruction.

All the prodigies watching this scene were left speechless. It was unimaginable that Yu Xiaolong, widely recognized as a silver spoon child, had taken on the role of the primary damage dealer.

"Watch this young master's Five Thunder Beads!"

"Sky-burning Array Disk!"

"Sky-destroying Sword Formation!"

A series of Magic Artifacts, Talismans, Puppets, and even array disks were tossed out, throwing the area into Chaos, as if the very void was being evaporated away. The destructive waves were jaw-dropping, sending shivers down the spine. For a moment, the overwhelming tide of demonized cultivators was annihilated, unable to get close at all. Even the giant dragon formed from the amalgamation of Demonic Qi overhead was repelled by the force of the energy wave.

Meng Ran's mouth twitched. "Young Master Yu's way of fighting is indeed plain and simple!"

Even Han Yi, the mysteriously aloof young man from the Ancient Clan, couldn't help but scoff, "What a filthy rich brat!"

It was too extravagant! Even though they all came from great clans and noble families, it was a true eye-opener.

However, all of this seemed unable to solve the root problem.

The ground around them cracked, fissures spreading like spiderwebs. Streams of pitch-black Demonic Qi surged up from the ground and descended from the sky, enshrouding the area. The daylight was obscured, and the world grew dim. The demonized cultivators that had been obliterated in the waves of destruction began to reassemble under this Demonic Qi. They quickly regained their original forms, their auras now even more terrifying than before, and charged relentlessly toward the group as if they knew no fatigue.

Yu Xiaolong exclaimed, "What's going on? Are these guys immortal?"

Wang Xiu shook his head. "They're already dead through and through. How can they die again?"

His pupils shimmered with divine light as he clearly saw that these figures were no longer themselves, but merely bundles of flesh and spiritual qi manipulated and assembled by the Demonic Qi. The technique, however, was extremely sophisticated. These puppets still possessed the Divine Skills they had in life, fighting just like living beings. An ordinary person could never achieve this; it would require an exceptionally high level of insight into the laws.

Wang Xiu's gaze was calm as he suddenly turned to look toward the deepest part of the Dragon Emperor's bedchambers. The area was pitch-black, like a huge, merciless maw that had just devoured many lives. Now it was eerily quiet, like a silent prison. His senses were astonishing, and his Divine Sense was incomparably powerful. Suddenly, his ears twitched, picking up an almost imperceptible sound.

It was as if… something was awakening.

BOOM!

Suddenly, from within the endless Demonic Qi, a tall figure slowly stepped out. He was clad in black armor, stood dozens of feet tall, and had a fierce face, wildly dancing hair, and a visage covered with Demon Patterns.

"Wu Ming!" Zhao Qingyu exclaimed, her eyes filled with gravity.

This was the man Wang Xiu had kicked off the Heavenly Ladder, sending him plunging into the endless ocean. They all knew Wu Ming had an extraordinary background and must have possessed a life-saving treasure. Yet, throughout their journey, he had never caught up to them. It turned out he had been turned into this ghastly figure.

At this moment, his aura was overwhelmingly powerful and unrivaled. His pupils radiated an extremely bright light, and wherever his gaze fell, everything was annihilated. Even Meng Ran and the others grunted and retreated repeatedly, their faces pale, after being swept by that light.

Wu Ming looked down at everyone with an indifferent gaze and said, "Submit, or die!"

His voice was ancient and heavy, as if it had traveled from eons past. His gaze was even more merciless, like eternal, unchanging profound ice that sent a chill to the core.

With his Dao Heart clear and perceptive, Meng Ran sensed something and spoke out, "You are not Wu Ming!"

"Wu Ming" maintained his indifferent look. "The moment you set foot on this island, your fate was sealed. There is no need to struggle!"

Zhao Qingyu frowned. "Who are you?"

"Wu Ming's" glance fell upon them, as heavy as a mountain, his voice booming like thunder. "I am the Emperor of this place!"

The moment his voice fell, the surrounding void rumbled and shook. A chorus of dragon roars echoed one after another, as if crossing the river of time to descend upon the present world.

Ao Canghai's pupils shrank. "You are... Ancestor?"

"Wu Ming" fixed his gaze on Ao Canghai, scrutinizing him before speaking indifferently, "You are indeed of my bloodline. Seeing your emperor, why do you not kneel?"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped, a cold dread creeping up their spines.

What in the world? The Dragon Emperor is actually still alive? He clearly died, yet he endured for ten thousand years? How is that possible?

A sense of despair spread through everyone's hearts. They came to Longhuang Island for an adventure, only to encounter the Dragon Emperor himself. Weren't they courting death? What chance did they have of winning?

Ao Canghai's expression changed, and he instinctively started to kneel. But suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him.

Wang Xiu slowly stepped forward. Facing the "Wu Ming" wreathed in sinister Demonic Qi, he said, "A shattered, unrecognizable remnant soul daring to impersonate the Dragon Emperor. Can you bear the karma for such an act?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Wang Xiu in surprise.

Yu Xiaolong also looked astonished. "A remnant soul?"

Wang Xiu said, "Calling you a remnant soul is an overstatement! At best, you're a wisp of consciousness that has lingered in this sea for ten thousand years. You devoured and merged with the countless souls of those who died here, forming a new consciousness. Not only is this new consciousness utterly impure, but by absorbing the immense negative thoughts of dying creatures, you have completely fallen onto the Demonic Path. Do you, in such a state, deserve to be called the Dragon Emperor?"

Hearing this, everyone finally understood.

That's right! Dragon Emperor Ao Lie was, after all, a supreme sovereign of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Both the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths shared a common rule: no matter the internal strife, all would unite against the Demon Race. The term 'falling to demonism' was a taboo that no one could touch. To be tainted by it meant becoming an enemy to all, a complete descent into darkness! How could the noble Dragon Emperor have willingly stooped so low?

The "Dragon Emperor" said expressionlessly, "Nonsense. I am the Emperor, the one and only Emperor of the Dragon Clan!"