Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique-Chapter 694 - 485: The Destruction of the Buddhist Sect’s Primordial Chaos! Heading to the Location of the Haotian Mirror Fragments!_2

Chapter 694: Chapter 485: The Destruction of the Buddhist Sect’s Primordial Chaos! Heading to the Location of the Haotian Mirror Fragments!_2

If there are no external threats, there will inevitably be internal strife.

With the Demon race as an external threat, the Human race is able to unite and focus on the common enemy.

As Qin Zheng thought about this, he dismissed the notion of eliminating the Demon race from the Cang Mang Continent entirely.

His gaze shifted again, landing on the smiling figure standing calmly in the Human Clan’s Heavenly Palace.

Given this person’s extraordinary talent, with Primordial Chaos swept away, one of the future Primordial Chaos Positions would undoubtedly belong to him. There was no need for Qin Zheng to interfere.

With that thought, Qin Zheng nodded towards the figure before focusing his mind on the Merit Scroll in the next moment.

Buzz!

The Merit Scroll trembled lightly.

...

[Do you wish to consume ten Merit Treasure Crystals to Walk All Heavens and travel to the location of the ’Haotian Mirror Shard’?]

"Yes!"

...

Rivers coursed endlessly beneath the radiant sun.

The vast Lake of Myriad Miles, the largest lake within the borders of the Daqian Dynasty, stretched boundlessly, covering several provinces of the dynasty.

It also extended into numerous rivers that flowed through almost the entirety of the dynasty.

Because of this, countless fishermen relied upon this great lake to make their livelihoods.

By the Linxian River, fishing boats returning from a hard night’s work sold their catches to eager buyers, creating a bustling and lively scene.

"Hasn’t Daliu come back yet?"

A fisherman, counting the copper coins he’d earned with joy after selling his catch, glanced around and asked.

"That kid’s probably caught a big fish and can’t bear to come back yet!"

Someone immediately joked in response.

Laughter broke out among the others who had finished their sales.

Then an older, sun-darkened man sighed, "If it weren’t for Daliu, this year would’ve been tough for us all."

At these words, the crowd fell silent for a moment, before someone voiced a curious thought, "I’ve been wondering... could it be that Daliu has some connection to the River God?"

"Otherwise, how do you explain how he always manages to haul in so many fish? And even brings us along for the ride?"

This remark seemed to hit a nerve among the crowd, but soon an older man barked sharply, "Why do you care so much?"

"Just remember, we’re lucky to have Daliu, or we wouldn’t be where we are today!"

The old man’s voice echoed in their ears.

After a brief silence, the bustling noise resumed, and the atmosphere became lively again.

But this time, no one brought up "Daliu" again.

Meanwhile.

In the depths of the Linxian River.

A small, black-covered boat bobbed on the water’s surface, where a wiry young man lounged lazily at its bow.

On the river surface, large, high-quality fish leapt into the air, splashing noisily as they hit the water.

Curiously enough, their leaps converged towards the small black boat where the young man sat.

Thus, despite the boy’s relaxed demeanor, fish after fish of exceptional quality hopped straight into his boat.

It was as if his boat were the legendary Dragon Gate through which fish undergo their miraculous transformations.

When the small vessel sank deeper into the water, fully loaded with fish, and could carry no more, the leaping fish finally stopped, and the river’s surface grew calm again.

Jiang Daliu turned to examine his haul, his gaunt face breaking into a satisfied smile.

What an incredible catch!

These Silver Spirit Fish were among the finest of fish and only lived in the depths of the Linxian River, making them extremely hard to catch.

Yet, their value was equally remarkable—at their highest, one jin of fish could sell for one tael of silver!

Although the sheer volume of fish he had caught this trip might reduce their individual price, there was no doubt that they would still fetch a significant sum!

Reflecting on how just a few days ago, his family had nearly starved, a sense of emotion welled up within him.

And the reason for this drastic change was all thanks to a single shard of a mirror!

As this thought crossed his mind, Jiang Daliu shot a cautious glance around, ensuring no one else was present on the river. Satisfied he was alone, he reached into his clothing and retrieved the shard.

At first glance, the shard appeared ordinary, but in the deep of night, it emitted a faint, otherworldly glow.

It was something he had accidentally discovered one night while fishing, mistaking it for a luminous jade and pulling it from the river.

When he realized it was merely a shard of a mirror, he’d felt a brief pang of disappointment, as a piece of luminous jade could sell for dozens of taels of silver.

But once he uncovered the shard’s mysterious properties, he came to regard it as a priceless treasure, alternately bewildered and overjoyed at what seemed like fate’s blessing.

For one, the shard allowed him to sense and attract the fish in the river, which explained why he could catch so many Silver Spirit Fish.

Additionally, the shard continuously emitted a gentle warmth, which seemed to permeate his body, subtly strengthening it over time.

He even suspected that the shard had improved his innate aptitude and physical foundation.

Today, he had deliberately ventured into the depths of the Linxian River to catch this boatload of Silver Spirit Fish, intending to sell them to fund his martial training.

In the Daqian Dynasty, Martial Artists reigned supreme.

It was said that in the later stages of cultivation, a Martial Artist could move mountains, fill seas, pluck stars from the sky, and capture the moon itself.

Every man in the Daqian Dynasty dreamed of mastering martial arts, becoming a Martial Artist, and earning the admiration of countless people.

Jiang Daliu had never dared to dream of such things before, but the mirror shard’s appearance had gradually changed his thoughts.

Now he had money. He had talent.

Why couldn’t he learn martial arts? Who said he couldn’t become a Martial Artist?

Once he became a Martial Artist, he would no longer need to fish, nor would he have to endure the stench of fish on his body.

Wealth and glory would come to him naturally, with maidservants and attendants flocking to his side. Anyone who saw him would bow and call out, "Mr. Jiang!"

"Heh heh!"

Lost in these delusions, Jiang Daliu couldn’t help but chuckle, even letting a bit of drool escape his lips.

Splash!

A fish leapt out of the water, snapping him out of his fantasy.

Hurriedly, Jiang Daliu stuffed the mirror shard back into his clothing, then grabbed the oar and began to row towards the shore.

Excitement lit his face, as though the grand dreams he had just envisioned would soon come to fruition.

However, in the next moment—

Splash!

Another fish leapt from the water.

Then—

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Countless fish surged out of the river, leaping endlessly and blocking his path forward.

But I’m not calling them this time?

Jiang Daliu grew uneasy, clutching the mirror shard to his chest and mentally shouting, "Go back! Go back!"

But the method, which always worked instantly before, had no effect this time.

On the contrary, more and more fish leapt from the river, their forms becoming increasingly bizarre and diverse.

"Blue-scaled Fish, Flying White Carp, Six-Eared Perch..."

As Jiang Daliu muttered the names of the fish he identified, his face grew paler and more anxious.

Fish were categorized into three grades: common fish, spirit fish, and immortal fish!

The Silver Spirit Fish that filled his boat were merely the highest grade of common fish.

But the fish now leaping from the river had entered the realm of spirit fish!

One spirit fish was worth the entire boatload of common fish he’d caught earlier!

Yet he felt no joy. Instead, a cold dread gripped his heart.

For spirit fish had no place in the Linxian River!

They should only exist in powerful rivers ruled by Water Demons, or within vast lakes guarded by Great Demons!

Such an occurrence now could mean only one thing—some Great Demon from the Lake of Myriad Miles had come to the Linxian River!

As this thought took root in Jiang Daliu’s mind—

BOOM!!

A thunderous roar erupted, and the sky suddenly darkened as thick clouds gathered, blotting out the sun.

Gale-force winds rose, churning the once-calm river into a chaotic, raging torrent.

Crash!!

A torrential downpour followed.

Wind howled, and water churned, causing his small boat to sway violently.

"Go back! Go back!"

Faced with this sudden calamity, he pinned all his hopes on the mirror shard in his chest.

But the shard only grew slightly warmer, with no other response.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Daliu grasped the oar in both hands, determined to row out of this danger zone before the Great Demon arrived.

Yet before he could row far—

BOOM!!

The distant river surface suddenly rose high into the air!

The water surged upwards, forming an almost waterfall-like structure dozens of meters tall.

Amid the cascading water, a massive silhouette emerged!

Antlers like a deer, a camel’s head, rabbit eyes, and a serpent’s neck!

It was a True Dragon!!