593: Chapter 593 One person's movement startles all directions, and ten thousand people eagerly await.

As she watched, suddenly.

Dragon Gauze, in the midst of a fierce battle, paused in her movements.

She turned her head, gazing beyond the scorched earth, toward a certain direction outside the True Dragon Realm.

In that usually indifferent calm, for the first time, a different expression rippled across her face.

The Vicious Beast had been suppressed and beaten for so long that it was already covered in wounds and had no power to fight back.

Only at this moment, when Dragon Gauze suffered a Divided Soul, did it finally manage to find an opening.

Its beast eyes sharpened, and summoning all its strength, it bit down fiercely towards her, its fangs carrying a foul wind.

Just at the moment before it could succeed.

In the Vicious Beast's peripheral vision, it caught a glimpse of a dragon tail sweeping over.

It looked light and airy, yet it contained unimaginable, immense power.

Bang!

That mountain-like body was forcibly swatted away by that dragon tail, crashing far into the distance.

Before it could recover its form, Dragon Gauze's fists followed in quick succession.

Wherever her fists passed, the air exploded, imbued with the immense power of ten million catties.

That massive body was smashed down from mid-air by that single punch, embedding it fiercely into the ground; half of its body sank into the scorched earth, sending debris flying into the sky.

The violent impact blurred its consciousness for a moment, and when it finally regained its senses, it struggled to lift its head.

What met its eyes was a figure descending from the sky, under the scorching sun.

Fast, without any warning, Dragon Gauze turned into a streak of golden light, pressing down from above with a sharp whistle that tore through the air.

With one foot, she stepped heavily onto that raised beast head.

Boom!!!

The earth shook violently.

That massive head, along with half of its body, was forcibly smashed into the ground by this strike from above, exploding from the inside out. Flesh and broken bones splashed everywhere, turning the surrounding hundred zhang into scorched, bloody mud.

One punch, one kick.

Crisp and clean.

Even Long Yue couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

It wasn't surprising that this girl could win, and even a crushing victory was expected.

But she hadn't expected her to win so cleanly.

After her surprise, it turned into joy, and Long Yue immediately wanted to step forward to offer her congratulations.

But as she looked up, she saw Dragon Gauze staring blankly elsewhere, motionless; it was obvious her mind was not on this at all.

Curious, she walked over and followed her gaze.

In the distance, a massive rift stood between heaven and earth, silently hanging at the edge of the horizon; it was the exit of this Ancient Dragon Small Realm.

Why was she staring at that?

As Long Yue was thinking this, Dragon Gauze, who was beside her, spoke in a light, faint voice.

"He has returned."

"I am going to find him."

She offered no explanation as to who "he" was, nor was any needed.

There was only ever one person who could make her speak.

As her words fell, she had already transformed into a streak of golden light, sweeping toward the outside of the realm.

During her rapid flight, her tall figure gradually shrank, and by the time she swept out of this scorched earth, she had already returned to her petite, delicate appearance.

Watching the departing figure, Long Yue felt no displeasure at being left behind; she merely shook her head and smiled helplessly.

This girl was still the same.

Her heart and eyes had always held only the Dragon Lord.

Other people or matters simply couldn't catch her attention.

Oh well, let her be.

Watching the figure disappear into the rift, Long Yue withdrew her gaze, the smile on her face fading.

Dragon Gauze had her joy, but she still had an unresolved matter weighing on her own heart.

The task the Dragon Lord had entrusted to her before he left.

To integrate the forces like the Dao Seeking Palace and Xuantian Pavilion and bring them together.

To this day, progress remained at a standstill.

It wasn't that she hadn't tried her best.

It was simply because those forces only recognized the Dragon Lord alone.

When the Dragon Lord was present, they were obedient and submissive, obeying every command; but once the Dragon Lord went into seclusion and disappeared, no matter how she planned or campaigned, those people only paid lip service, and none were truly willing to listen to her orders.

There was only one way to make those arrogant people listen.

The Dragon Lord must arrive in person.

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It wasn't just the Qin Family.

As the days passed, the news of Qin Wangchuan coming out of seclusion gradually spread.

One of the Emperor Clans, the War Immortal Chu Family.

In a spacious martial arts arena, Chu Wujiu was doing a handstand, supporting himself with one hand.

He was shirtless, his bronze-colored back taut and firm. With each rise and fall, the air around him was compressed until it hummed, with the faint sound of thunder.

This was the Chu Family's secret method for tempering the Nine Prison War Body; an ordinary person would have their internal organs ruptured just by standing within this wave of Qi.

Yet he practiced it casually, even splitting his focus to look at an intelligence Jade Slip floating before him.

As he watched, a grin of excitement suddenly spread across his face, which was usually filled with Battle Intent.

"You've finally come out of seclusion, Qin Wangchuan."

When these words were spoken, the figures on the side of the arena were all galvanized.

These were a few peer disciples of the Chu Family, Prodigies selected from the main and branch families.

In the past, these people might not have looked up to anyone, but ever since Chu Wujiu had defeated Qin Wangchuan some days ago and become famous in a single battle, the clan's resources had poured toward him like a tide.

Seeing their clan brother's status rise, everyone naturally gathered around him, accompanying him in sparring, talking, and flattering him all day long.

Now, hearing that Qin Wangchuan had come out of seclusion, one who was a bit bolder immediately chimed in with a laugh.

"It's just coming out of seclusion, is it worth making you so happy, Brother Wujiu?"

These people were also very clear in their hearts, all knowing how terrifying that Qin Family Divine Son was.

But the more so, the more this statement could flatter Chu Wujiu.

After all, no matter how terrifying the Divine Son was, hadn't he been defeated by their clan brother a few days ago?

The person who spoke saw that Chu Wujiu didn't make a sound, assuming his flattery had hit the right mark, his courage grew, and he simply continued.

"When it comes down to it, no matter how astonishingly talented Qin Wangchuan is, he is now just a defeated opponent of yours, Brother Wujiu—"

Before he could finish speaking.

The next instant, the upside-down Chu Wujiu flicked his toes against the ground, his entire body springing up like an arrow released from a bow.

Before that person could react, a kick had already landed fiercely on his body.

Boom!

That figure was forcibly kicked away, smashing fiercely into the stone wall beside the arena, creating a deep, human-shaped indentation as debris fell rustling to the ground.

Chu Wujiu landed steadily, the excitement on his face having long faded, replaced by cold severity.

"Before you talk about him, weigh yourself first to see if you have the qualifications."

"You haven't even fought him, yet you're worthy of gossiping here?"

The Prodigy who had been kicked into the wall clutched his chest, not daring to make a sound for a long time.

The arena fell silent.

Only Chu Wujiu lifted his head, looking toward the Qin Family in the depths of the Immortal Court; the Battle Intent that had been suppressed for so long in his eyes was, bit by bit, beginning to burn again.

Defeating him once was far from enough.

"Qin Wangchuan..."

He licked his lips and grinned.

"Half a year has passed, how much stronger have you become?"

It wasn't just the Qin Family, and it wasn't just the Chu Family.

As the news of that person coming out of seclusion spread, ripples quietly arose everywhere in the Ten Directions Immortal Court.

And at the center of all this discussion was Qin Wangchuan himself.

He had now arrived above the Ten Heavens of Longevity, in the Old Ancestor's Dao field.

This place was, on the surface, the highest point of the Qin Family, and also the place closest to the "Dao".

Sunlight and rivers of stars flowed silently overhead, while beneath his feet was a landscape of withering and flourishing.

Vegetation grew wildly and flourished, only to instantly turn yellow and wither, returning to dust, a cycle that repeated endlessly without ceasing.

In the center of this withering and flourishing, Qin Taiyi sat alone, holding a chess piece.

There was no one opposite him, yet he continued to place pieces, and pieces also appeared out of thin air on the opposite side; he was playing the game with great interest.

This scene reminded Qin Wangchuan of the past.

The Old Ancestor really did love to play chess; if not with Ancestor Mu, then with the air.

Or was it that, hidden behind this air, there was someone else?

As his steps approached.

Qin Taiyi did not even lift his head, his gaze still fixed on the chessboard.

"Wangchuan has come."