225: Chapter 225 Dragon Balls Appear?

Golden light cascaded like a waterfall, making Ao Qian Ao Qian's already burly frame appear like a deity.

The golden dragon-shaped mark on his brow spun frantically, absorbing the free-floating Spiritual Qi from the surroundings.

"Heaven's mandate... is mine!"

Ao Qian let out a long roar toward the sky, his voice rolling in waves, causing the starry sky around the altar to tremble.

However, the expected scene of immediate Core Formation and Ascension above the Purple Mansion did not occur.

After that domineering and peerless Ancestral Dragon Qi entered his body, it did not instantly fuse with his magic power; instead, it rampaged through his Meridians.

Ao Qian's face flushed deep red, and the veins on his temples bulged. He was forced to sit cross-legged, desperately suppressing the surging energy within him that was on the verge of going berserk.

Indigestion.

Gu Changsheng withdrew the gray Ancient Beast-Suppressing Seal, a flicker of mockery passing through his eyes.

What kind of existence was the Ancestral Dragon? It was the overlord from the dawn of heaven and earth.

How could its Origin Qi be something a mere Purple Mansion junior could swallow just because he wanted to?

Upon the altar, the crowd that had fallen into a deathly silence because the Ancestral Dragon Qi had chosen a master now had a change in their expressions.

Ninth Prince Ao Lie struggled to crawl up from the ground, the white bones of half his body trembling. In his pupil-less eyes filled with ghostly fire, jealousy and malice were almost overflowing.

"He hasn't refined it..."

A rasping hiss, like a broken bellows, came from Ao Lie's throat, and his blood-stained lips curled into a gruesome arc.

"Since it hasn't been refined, then it can still be snatched!"

Before his voice had even faded.

Buzz!

As the Ancestral Dragon Qi was forcibly absorbed by Ao Qian, the Spirit-Severing Law that had been shrouding the altar collapsed without warning.

It was as if a massive mountain pressing down on everyone's heads had suddenly vanished.

Rumble!

Multicolored spiritual lights instantly soared into the sky.

Magic power that had been suppressed for so long surged frantically through every meridian like a flood breaking through a dam.

Gu Changsheng felt a heat in his Dantian as magic power instantly filled his entire body. The sense of power that comes with being in control returned, causing his originally tensed muscles to relax slightly.

But he did not move.

Because an even more shocking change occurred.

Crack.

The center of that ten-thousand-zhang-tall black altar did not fall silent because of the Ancestral Dragon Qi's disappearance.

Instead, a shocking crack split open.

A pressure even purer and more violent than the previous Ancestral Dragon Qi erupted from deep underground.

A pearl the size of a fist slowly rose up.

It was completely transparent, yet its interior seemed to Seal a sea of thunder. Nine-colored lightning intertwined and collided within it, evolving into thousands of dragon shapes.

[Item: Ancestral Dragon Origin Pearl (Pseudo/Incomplete)]

[Grade: Quasi-Golden Core Level Spiritual Object]

[Description: The Ancestral Dragon Qi was merely the key to open the treasury. This dragon pearl, which has gathered the essence of the True Dragon Tomb's ley lines for ten thousand years and condensed a trace of Ancestral Dragon True Blood, is the true foundation for attaining the Dao. Obtaining it allows one to reshape a True Dragon body and point directly toward the Great Dao of the Golden Core.]

Gu Changsheng's pupils constricted slightly.

What a clever series of schemes.

First, using the Ancestral Dragon Qi to filter the Bloodline, and then using the dragon pearl to incite a slaughter.

This was no Legacy; it was clearly a case of raising Gu.

"The Dragon Pearl!!"

A shrill roar tore through the air.

Ao Lie had gone completely mad.

He didn't care at all about brotherly affection, nor did he care about his body's limits.

Bang!

The black profound iron bricks beneath his feet instantly shattered.

He completed his demonization in mid-air, his body swelling to a hundred zhang as he transformed into a demonic dragon dripping with lava and black blood. He opened his bloody maw and lunged straight for the nine-colored dragon pearl.

"It's mine! Whoever dares to snatch it, I'll swallow them alive!"

Almost at the same time.

To the south.

Sixth Prince Ao Ming, who had been watching the show with a smile, suddenly snapped open his peach blossom fan.

Swish.

Under the originally dead starry sky, pink peach blossom petals abruptly drifted through the air.

Every petal carried an intoxicating fragrance, yet also hid a lethal intent.

"Ninth Brother, this thing's heat is too heavy; your frame probably can't take it. It's better to let your Sixth Brother keep it for you."

Ao Ming's figure was like smoke, merging into the rain of flowers. Arriving later but striking first, a pink miasma barrier formed out of thin air, blocking Ao Lie's path.

"Get lost!!"

Ao Lie ignored everything and tore through the miasma with a claw, but he was slightly delayed for a moment by the illusions within it.

In that split second.

To the east.

Ao Qian, who was doing his best to suppress the Ancestral Dragon Qi, suddenly snapped his eyes open, two beams of golden light shooting out like sharp swords.

"Who dares to touch my things?!"

Although he could not move his body, he raised his right hand and pressed down hard against the void.

Roar!

A phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon, formed entirely from metal-attribute magic power, soared up from behind him. Carrying the imperial majesty that suppresses the heavens, its tail lashed out at the two hands reaching for the dragon pearl.

Rumble!

Three forces at the Purple Mansion level collided violently in the center of the altar.

A terrifying shockwave swept in all directions.

Those Cultivators from various parties who had hoped to fish in troubled waters didn't even have time to scream before they were vibrated into a bloody mist by the aftershock.

The altar instantly transformed into an asura field.

Severed limbs flew everywhere, and fragments of Magic Treasures fell like raindrops.

"Retreat."

Gu Changsheng grabbed Shen Zhiwei's wrist, his figure retreating like a ghost. He instantly covered a distance of a thousand zhang, pressing himself behind a pillar at the edge of the altar.

Shen Zhiwei's face was pale as she watched the world-destroying scene, her heart still pounding with fear.

"Guest Elder, that dragon pearl..."

A flicker of desire also flashed in her eyes.

That was a supreme treasure enough to drive any member of the aquatic race mad.

"That's a bomb."

Gu Changsheng's voice was cold, his fingertips lightly stroking the bone flute in his sleeve.

"Right now, whoever takes it dies."

The current situation was very clear.

Although Ao Qian had obtained the Ancestral Dragon Qi, he was temporarily unable to move and could only defend passively.

Ao Lie and Ao Ming were like hungry wolves pouncing on prey, fighting to the death.

Rushing up at a time like this would serve no purpose other than becoming cannon fodder.

He was waiting.

Waiting for a breaking point.

Not far away.

A wretched figure was also rapidly retreating.

Third Prince Ao Yi.

His originally jade-like face was now somewhat distorted, and the halberd in his hand had a chip broken out of it from the earlier aftershock.

He looked at the dragon pearl that was so close yet so far, his eyes full of resentment.

In terms of cultivation, he was inferior to Ao Qian.

In terms of ruthlessness, he was inferior to Ao Lie.

In terms of cunning, he was inferior to Ao Ming.

In this battle for the succession, he seemed to have already been eliminated.

"No... I cannot lose..."

Ao Yi gripped the halberd tightly, his knuckles turning white.

If he lost, what awaited him was death, or being confined in a cold palace deep in the sea, never to rise again.

He needed a variable.

He needed a blade sharp enough, yet one that wouldn't turn on its master.

Ao Yi suddenly turned his head.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, accurately locking onto that green-robed figure hiding behind the pillar.

The man who had shattered a Spiritual Artifact with a single punch in the Dragon Transformation Pool and forced back a Dharma Projection with a single tune in the Hidden Dragon Abyss.

Gu Changsheng.

Their eyes met.

Gu Changsheng was expressionless, even slowly patting away non-existent dust from his sleeve.

That attitude of staying out of it made the fire in Ao Yi's heart burn even hotter, yet he was forced to suppress it.

"eternal regret!"

Ao Yi did not use Divine Sense transmission; instead, he spoke directly, his voice hoarse and urgent.

He couldn't care about his princely poise or biding his time anymore.

He strode toward Gu Changsheng, stopping ten zhang away, his eyes bloodshot.

"Help me!"

"As long as you can help me seize that dragon pearl, you can take your pick from the Dragon Palace treasury!"

Gu Changsheng didn't speak.

He just looked at him quietly, his gaze like he was looking at a swindler promising the moon.

Dragon Palace treasury?

That kind of empty promise would only fool a wet-behind-the-ears novice.

Seeing Gu Changsheng remain unmoved, Ao Yi's heart sank.

He knew that ordinary prices wouldn't move this man who wouldn't act without seeing concrete benefits.

Boom!

In the distance, Ao Lie had already torn through Ao Qian's golden dragon defense, a sharp claw only three feet away from the dragon pearl.

There was no time left.

Ao Yi took a deep breath, the gentle mask on his face completely shattering to reveal the gruesomeness and madness beneath.

He pulled out a blood-colored jade talisman that was still pulsating from his bosom and slammed it hard against his chest.

"I swear by my Heart Demon!"

"As long as you help me ascend the throne, I will share half of the East Sea Dragon Palace's Luck with you!"

"From then on, you shall be the Supreme Guest Elder of the Dragon Palace, and you need not bow to the sovereign!"

"Below one, above tens of millions!"

This promise was too heavy.

So heavy that even Shen Zhiwei, standing to the side, couldn't help but breathe faster.

Sharing Luck.

That meant as long as the Dragon Palace was not destroyed, Gu Changsheng could enjoy the resources and offerings of the entire East Sea, and his cultivation speed would increase by leaps and bounds.