214: Chapter 214 Are these tribulation clouds really that delicious?

In the Void Realm of the Taixu Realm, a handsome young Cultivator in his twenties was suspended in mid-air.

His robes fluttered, white fabric snapping like a battle flag, and on his back, the words 【Seven Saints】 were written in bloody, wild cursive script!

That's right!

This handsome young Cultivator in his twenties was none other than Shushan Old Ancestor Yuhengzi.

Yu Hengzi's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he took a deep breath, the exhalation turning into wisps of mist in the cold moonlight, refracting a faint white halo of moonlight.

It had been a full incense stick of time since Old Nine summoned the Immortal Artifact and condensed the hundred-thousand-zhang tribulation cloud, yet the reclusive Families of the Central Province had made no move; it seemed they still had their reservations!

For one, the Central Province Imperial Family had already declared they would exterminate the clans in the Taixu Realm in two days.

If other reclusive Families dared to muddy these waters, wouldn't that be openly challenging the Central Province Imperial Family?

If they accidentally destroyed the 【Taixu Realm】 as well, the Central Province Emperor would have nowhere to vent his hatred for the murder of his son, and given the personality of the 【Martial God】, he would certainly flip the table, making a war of extermination inevitable!

Secondly, the 【Taixu Realm】 was originally a barrier established atop the 【Ancient Desolate Secret Realm】.

The 【Ancient Desolate Secret Realm】 was the place where the Desolate Heavenly Emperor fell, and rumor had it that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor had not died, and the eighteen Emperor Stars that followed him had not fallen either, merely falling into a deep slumber.

Every reclusive Family possessed a few Immortal Artifacts, but they certainly did not have any Great Emperor experts!

Rumor had it that a Heavenly Emperor and eighteen Great Emperors were sleeping in the 【Ancient Desolate Secret Realm】; who would dare to provoke that?

Suddenly!

A dragon roar shattered the firmament!

It tore the deep silence of the 【Taixu Realm】 to shreds!

A snow-white Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon, winding like a snake, left several streaks of light in the Void Realm as it flew from outside the realm toward the hundred-thousand-zhang tribulation cloud!

Yu Hengzi's expression changed drastically, his back instantly chilling, and cold sweat broke out from his spine!

"The Flood Dragon Clan! It's actually the 【Flood Dragon Clan】 from the 【Hanzhou Continent】!"

Shushan Old Ancestor Yuhengzi's hands moved rapidly to form seals, and just as he was about to unleash the boundary-protection formation, the 【Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation】, a withered old hand, like a ghost's hand, gently rested on Yu Hengzi's shoulder!

Yu Hengzi's eyes bulged, bloodshot veins instantly crawling across his eyeballs like earthworms, and his body trembled slightly!

The 【Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation】 was just one gesture away from being unleashed!

But Yu Hengzi's fingers felt as if they were tied to thousand-ton iron balls, unable to move at all!

"Young man, don't be so excited. We are just here to devour some tribulation clouds and will leave when we are done!"

With an expression like he had seen a ghost, Yu Hengzi slowly turned his head to look!

Yu Hengzi was so scared his soul nearly left his body!

He saw an Old Man in Black Robe with white hair and beard, and a pair of ink-black dragon horns on his head, smiling as he watched the snow-white Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon, his withered lips curling upward.

Was this old man... a Dragon from the 【Flood Dragon Clan】?

When did this old man arrive?

He hadn't felt a thing!

What kind of cultivation did this old man have, that a light pat could freeze the spiritual energy in his body as if it had been sealed in ice, leaving him unable to move at all?

How was this possible?

Most importantly, why did this old man have a pair of blood-red palm prints painted on his face?

Popping out in the middle of the night with two big bloody prints on his face—was he trying to scare someone to death?

Yu Hengzi was completely bewildered by this series of questions!

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead down his cheeks, "Drip! Drip!" onto his white robes.

The snow-white Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon tore through the air, leaving several afterimages in the Void Realm, and plunged headfirst into the hundred-thousand-zhang tribulation cloud!

The Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon's eyes bulged, filled with bloodshot veins like earthworms, its face full of wild joy, and its thousand-zhang dragon body trembled with excitement!

Rip!

The Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon tore off a large chunk of the tribulation cloud, and like a Child seeing cotton candy, its eyes lit up; it rubbed it a few times and stuffed it into its mouth!

The Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon closed its eyes, chewing with enjoyment. The crackling sound of thunder explosions accompanied the gnashing of the dragon's teeth, suddenly bursting from the Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon's mouth, making one's hair stand on end and scalp tingle!

"Hey, you're eating quite happily, aren't you? Is this tribulation cloud really that delicious?"

The Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon suddenly opened its eyes, and like a vicious dog guarding its food, it hugged the thundercloud in its arms and looked toward the source of the voice!

It saw a Silver-haired Cultivator who was devastatingly handsome, showing off sixteen-pack abs, draped in a flaming red robe, sitting atop an Immortal Artifact bell, looking at it with raised eyebrows and a playful expression!

Behind the Silver-haired Cultivator, there were actually four immortal souls standing! The four immortal souls had their arms crossed, dressed in immortal robes, exuding the pressure of the 【Nascent Soul Late Stage】, looking down at the Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon like immortals looking at ants!

That's right!

The devastatingly handsome Silver-haired Cultivator was none other than Jiang Lan. Jiang Lan had just been anxiously waiting for the Immortal Artifact to descend in the main hall of the flying ship when a dragon roar reached his ears, which truly gave him a start!

As soon as Jiang Lan leaped onto the Immortal Artifact bell, he saw this curious scene: the Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon was hugging a large piece of tribulation cloud and gnawing on it, and it seemed to be eating quite happily!

Holy crap! This tribulation cloud is actually edible?

"Roar!"

The Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon's mouth twitched slightly, it took a deep breath, roared angrily at Jiang Lan, and viscous saliva sprayed from between its ferocious, sharp dragon teeth!

"Hey, don't be so fierce; it's not like I'm not letting you eat. We have an agreement, right? One mouthful of tribulation cloud in exchange for one dragon scale. Once you finish eating later, you'll settle the bill before you leave!"

Jiang Lan looked at the Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon's white, shimmering scales, thinking about where he should start skinning it later to preserve the integrity of the dragon skin as much as possible!

This was a 【Integration Realm Peak】 Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon. After twenty days, when the Player Exchange opened, a single dragon scale could sell for at least two hundred thousand, and this Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon had at least ten thousand scales!

Holy crap!

That's at least over 2 billion!

A dragon roar shattered the firmament once more, the thousand-zhang white dragon turned into a streak of white light, leaving several afterimages in the Void Realm, and flew toward the depths of the tribulation cloud!

【Wuming】's thought was very simple: this was the first tribulation cloud in four hundred years, and it might be the only one; he had to seize the opportunity, he had to step into the 【Undergoing Tribulation】 realm!

After all, for an Emperor's illegitimate son like him—neither human nor dragon—he had no one to rely on but himself!

This might be the only chance in his life to step into the 【Undergoing Tribulation】 realm!

As for the Silver-haired Cultivator before him, once he finished devouring the tribulation cloud, he would swallow him along with the Immortal Artifact bell!

"Fine, your silence means you agree! But is this tribulation cloud really that delicious?"

Jiang Lan suddenly exerted force with his feet, turning into a streak of red light, leaving several afterimages in the Void Realm, and plunged headfirst into the tribulation cloud.

Rip!

Jiang Lan tore off a large chunk of ink-black tribulation cloud, imitating the Thousand-Zhang Flood Dragon, and like kneading cotton candy, he rolled the large chunk of tribulation cloud into the size of a fist, popped it into his mouth, closed his eyes, and chewed!

The sound of teeth gnashing accompanied by crackling thunder explosions suddenly burst in Jiang Lan's mouth!

It was like dozens of bombs suddenly detonating in Jiang Lan's mouth!