277: Chapter 277 Purple Gold Luck

The Luck Golden Dragon was incomparably massive, its entire body flowing with golden radiance. It coiled within the churning sea of golden clouds, eyes closed in deep slumber, its breathing stirring the tides of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

Suddenly, those tightly closed dragon eyes snapped open! In the pure golden vertical pupils, the will of Ling Hao, arriving from across endless space, was reflected.

"Aooo — —!!!"

A dragon roar that pierced time and space and shook the Soul erupted from the direction of the distant Moonshadow Sect mountain gate, crossing ten thousand miles of Void Realm, resounding in the deepest depths of the Cangwu City origin earth vein.

Beneath Cangwu City, a little white dragon was awakened by this dragon roar. It dazedly "looked" at the golden dragon shadow separated by endless space, felt its peerless might, cowered, and instinctively wanted to continue pretending to sleep.

"Roar — —!"

Almost simultaneously, beneath the Moonshadow Sect mountain gate, mysterious yellow light flickered, and the coiling origin earth vein stirred, transforming into a massive mysterious yellow dragon. The dragon head faced the little white dragon deep underground in Cangwu City and let out a low, deep roar.

At this, the little white dragon beneath Cangwu City seemed to be stunned by fright, letting out aggrieved whimpers of "ying ying ying." Reluctant as it was, it had no choice but to mobilize its weak Origin power and, with great difficulty, symbolically "moved."

It was this very "move" that was like pressing a crucial switch!

Rumble — —!

Throughout the deep origin earth vein of Cangwu City, a dull rumble echoed. A force originating from the earth was initially awakened and began to surge upward.

On the Dingding Platform, the corners of Ling Hao's mouth twitched imperceptibly: "As expected, a bully of the weak and a coward before the strong."

Following the response of the incomplete origin earth vein in Cangwu Province, the true phenomenon began!

Above the vast and boundless territory of Cangwu Province, invisible power of Luck rose like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, ascending from the faith of mountains, rivers, cities, villages, and billions of living beings.

They converged into visible purple air currents, like billions of tiny purple-gold streams, madly gathering from all directions—from the sky and from the underground—toward the sky above Cangwu City!

The Luck pushed forward in layers, affecting the entire province.

The firmament was dyed a magnificent purple-gold, and the clouds churned, forming a massive vortex with the Cangwu Yuji Platform at its center.

Countless purple-gold specks of light, as fine as dust, drifted out from every inch of land and every living being in Cangwu Province, merging into that grand purple torrent.

At the center of the vortex, a massive, embryonic purple-gold Dragon quickly condensed and took shape within the churning purple-gold sea of clouds.

Its might was vast, far exceeding the phenomenon created by the Talisman by a hundred times! This was the true manifestation of a province's Luck!

"Impossible... Impossible!"

The mockery on the face of the Green Mysterious Supreme froze completely, replaced by shock and disbelief. He knew very well how difficult it was to mobilize the Luck of an entire province! But what he saw before him...

On a distant cliff, the man and woman also revealed expressions of astonishment.

The man wearing a star-patterned white robe gasped,

"A True Dragon of Luck?! Purple Qi coming from the east! This... this is exactly the same as the signs of a successful Dingding recorded in ancient texts!"

The woman beside him, wearing a flowing cloud feather garment, said in shock: "He actually... really did it?!"

And that woman who had been staring at the projection of the wu tripod all along (wearing a simple and elegant purple dress), her purple eyes flickering with light, whispered to herself.

"How on earth... did he do it?"

Zhu Rongyang was dumbstruck, his mouth slightly agape, his mind completely blank.

Could it be that the beginning was truly a prelude? Did it require such a prelude to successfully mobilize the Luck of an entire province?

The women of the Moonshadow Sect turned from anger to joy, their eyes bursting with dazzling brilliance. Su Fengyi's tightly clenched hands suddenly relaxed, her vermilion lips slightly parted as she gazed at the converging torrent of purple-gold Luck and the tall, straight figure on the Dingding Platform; the shock and surprise in her heart almost overwhelmed her.

The entire Cangwu City erupted into even more fanatical, earth-shaking cheers than when the "fake phenomenon" occurred!

"The Dragon of Luck! Look! The Dragon of Luck!"

"I see it, I see it, I'm not blind!"

"The Co-Lord is destined by Heaven!"

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At the same time as the Luck of Cangwu Province converged, within the entire provincial territory, all the factions that had just taken their oaths—whether they were eighth-rank major Sects or tiny Families—saw pillars of Luck of varying thickness and color rise from their Sect grounds or the core of their Families.

These pillars of light transformed into streams of light, crossing space and continuously pouring into the sea of Luck clouds far above the Moonshadow Sect.

The Luck Golden Dragon of the Moonshadow Sect bathed in this massive torrent of external Luck; on its golden dragon body, dots of noble purple light began to emerge, its aura becoming deeper and more grand, faintly resonating across space with the newly born purple-gold Luck Dragon above Cangwu City.

"Aooo — —!"

"Aooo — —!"

Two dragon roars resounded through Heaven and Earth simultaneously! One from the Moonshadow Sect, one from Cangwu City! Two True Dragons of Luck, one intermingled with gold and purple, the other majestic in purple-gold, separated by ten thousand miles, their auras interacting, their dragon roars harmonizing!

The purple-gold Luck Dragon above Cangwu City fully took shape; it coiled and plunged downward with a boom toward the crack-filled wu tripod shadow at the center of the Dingding Platform.

At the same time, the eight auxiliary tripods (Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Dui, Gen) at the eight directions of the Dingding Platform simultaneously erupted with brilliant light.

They connected with each other, instantly forming an incredibly profound Eight Trigrams array, guiding the vast torrent of purple-gold Luck into the wu tripod shadow.

The wu tripod shadow shook violently, and the hideous cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mottled and dim bronze tripod body, under the scouring of the purple-gold Luck, regained its heavy luster that suppressed everything! The patterns of mountains, rivers, and celestial bodies engraved on the tripod body flowed with the radiance of Dao rhymes.

When the last crack completely disappeared!

Hum — — Clang — —!!!

A clear, resonant sound of a tripod rang out from the wu tripod shadow! The sound of Dao rules spread throughout the entire land of Cangwu Province! The tripod body bloomed with brilliant light that illuminated the whole province, as if proclaiming the beginning of a new era.

Deep underground, accompanying the complete restoration of the shadow, the real wu tripod body also took on a brand-new look! A massive power of suppression erupted with a boom, pressing fiercely down toward the main root of the ancient banyan below.

The main root was forcibly pressed so that it could not move, and the scarlet evil light was completely suppressed back into the depths of the tripod bottom.

Just at the moment the suppression was completed, a weak thought was transmitted once again into Ling Hao's Sea of Consciousness.

"You actually... did it... using Sect Luck to mobilize provincial Luck... Nine Tripods resonance... return... a thousand years..."

The voice was blurred and unclear, and the subsequent words were like a candle in the wind, completely dissipating.

Ling Hao's body shook violently, his pupils contracting suddenly! This voice transmission... actually came from the main root that was being tightly suppressed by the wu tripod!

"Good! It's done! It's really done!"

After a brief shock, the Green Mysterious Supreme's face erupted in wild joy, his eyes filled with greed and fanaticism!

He stared fixedly at Ling Hao and said impatiently: "Tell me! How did you mobilize this provincial Luck!"

As long as I have this method and take back the shuofang tripod, my Xuanwu Holy Land regaining control of Shuofang Province will be just around the corner!

Ling Hao ignored the frenzied barking of the Green Mysterious Supreme. He lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Cangwu City below. He saw the genuine excitement and reverence on the faces of the cultivators, and then "looked" once more at the restored wu tripod body underground.

The overall situation was settled.

Seeing Ling Hao ignoring him, the Green Mysterious Supreme was furious: "How dare you ignore this seat?!"

"Chirping and chattering, so annoying."

Ling Hao turned his head to look at the Green Mysterious Supreme, his intention to kill rising; killing you now is logical and natural.

"Cangwu Luck, add to my body!"

Ling Hao's thoughts stirred.

Boom!

Above the entire Cangwu City, the purple-gold Luck sea of clouds surged suddenly. The vast and majestic power of the province's Luck instantly converged behind Ling Hao, condensing into a heaven-supporting, earth-standing purple-gold giant shadow. Ling Hao's figure was shrouded within it, like a deity descending!

"Severing in one stroke, Ruyi Divine Sword."

He pressed his fingers together like a sword and, facing the clamoring Green Mysterious Supreme in the air, slashed down from afar!

Thousands of Spiritual Qi and Luck converged into a single sword, and the heaven-supporting, earth-standing purple-gold giant shadow behind him held the sword and slashed at the Green Mysterious Supreme.

"No! Spare..."

Feeling that unstoppable power, the wild joy and greed on the Green Mysterious Supreme's face turned into boundless fear and despair; he only managed to shout half a sentence of begging for mercy.

With one sword stroke, a Mahayana fell.

This arrogant Mahayana Stage Supreme from the Xuanwu Holy Land of Central Province completely disappeared from between Heaven and Earth!

The three people who had just flown to the nearby mid-air froze.

It was not because of shock, but because they were immobilized by the aftermath of the sword stroke!

Their minds were completely blank!

The might of that sword stroke!

That terrifying power that instantly annihilated a Mahayana of the same rank!

That crushing pressure belonging to the will of a province, faintly emanating from behind!

The three of them asked themselves, if it were them, under such an attack, there would be absolutely no chance of survival!

Is it really that powerful when blessed by the Luck of a province?

The previous sense of superiority from being from a Holy Land of Central Province, and that mentality of watching the show, were instantly crushed to pieces! Only the most primal fear and awe remained!

Ling Hao's gaze swept toward the three people frozen in mid-air.

The hairs on the three people's bodies stood on end! Feeling the disappearance of the pressure, almost instinctively, the three of them retreated simultaneously, putting a safe distance between them!

"Fellow Daoist, wait!"

The woman in the purple dress reacted the fastest and quickly cupped her hands, saying, "Zhou Zihong of the Yuhua Holy Land, here only to observe the ceremony! Absolutely no other intentions!"

The man in the white robe and the woman in the feather garment quickly followed suit, bowing with extremely low postures.

"Dong Baiyun of the Taishang Holy Land..."

"Yan Mingzhu of the Qionghua Holy Land..."

Ling Hao felt that they did not possess the hostility and greed of the Green Mysterious Supreme from before, so he ignored them.

He withdrew his gaze, and with a thought, the heaven-supporting, earth-standing purple-gold shadow behind him slowly dissipated, and the purple-gold Luck filling the sky also gradually hid into the Void Realm.

As expected, in this world where the weak are prey to the strong, fists are always the hardest truth.

He turned to his side, looking at Su Fengyi, who was still immersed in great shock, and said calmly, "The ceremony continues."

Su Fengyi suddenly came back to her senses, looking at Ling Hao's back, which appeared even more tall and aloof against his black clothes, complex emotions churning. Wild joy, shock, and perhaps a trace of heartbeat?

Zhou Zihong gazed at Ling Hao's back with a complex expression, but a faint, inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in her heart.

This person acts overbearingly, his methods are unfathomable, yet I always feel he has a bit of Senior Sister's shadow?

This thought flashed by, making even her feel it was somewhat absurd.