Chapter 156 Transforming Grass into Human Form?

"Pfft..." An abrupt chuckle rang out, interrupting him.

Everyone turned their heads.

They saw Aphro covering her red lips.

Her bewitching purple eyes were fixed on the Lietian Grass in the flowerbed, struggling to hold back—but in the end, she couldn't.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!"

Her purple hair traced a graceful arc, and her laughter was crisp. However, that sense of schadenfreude made the expressions of the Dragon Clan members extremely ugly.

"What kind of world-shocking news is this? A dignified member of the Dragon Clan, Reincarnated as a blade of grass?"

Aphro laughed until she bent over, leaning on Ancestor Tushan Yao's shoulder, her finger trembling as she pointed at the grass.

Ancestor Tushan Yao was also stunned.

His expression shifted from bewilderment to shock, and from shock to disbelief; his Phoenix eyes suddenly widened.

He felt it.

That faint yet extremely familiar Origin aura within the grass blades.

Despite the dilution of Reincarnation and the distortion of the plant form, the core essence remained clear—the Dragon Clan Origin!

"The Dragon Clan... Reincarnated into grass?"

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, like a fish gasping for air on the shore.

He was just about to ask Aphro if she had sensed wrong—no matter how fallen the Dragon Clan was, they were once the hegemons of the heavens; how could they Reincarnate into the plant kingdom?

Among the ten thousand races, plants were even lower than ants; to Cultivate intelligence required an Opportunity of one in a billion.

At the back of the group, Ao Lie poked his head out.

Once at the Peak of the Dragon Clan Divine Venerable, he was now wearing grey servant's cloth, his movements cautious as he peeked.

He looked at the Lietian Grass in the flowerbed, nodding inwardly, a hint of complexity flashing across his Face.

Divine Venerable Lietian Reincarnating as grass—this scene was explosive enough.

Back then, simply because he was curious and took an extra look at this broken grass, he took a slight detour, was teased by Senior multiple times, and eventually ended up as a servant pouring tea and water.

But looking back now, he didn't regret it at all.

Following this master, he had seen too many terrifying methods and experienced things that even the Peak of the Divine Venerable couldn't imagine, and he was thoroughly convinced.

He straightened his clothes, walked up to Aphro and Ancestor Tushan Yao, and bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, Ancestor Tushan Yao. You two are not mistaken."

"Actually... this grass is the Dragon Clan War God who once shook the Star Domain, Divine Venerable Lietian."

"Divine Venerable Lietian?!" Ancestor Tushan Yao's eyes instantly widened.

He looked as if he had been struck by lightning, staring blankly at the dark green wild grass swaying in the wind.

That leader of the Dragon Clan Radical Faction, who once led billions of Dragon Clan troops, shattered countless Star Domains with a single punch, and had a personality as violent as fire—Divine Venerable Lietian?

That Dragon Clan War God who made billions of living beings tremble with fear, was just rooting miserably in a pile of yellow soil, acting as a blade of grass absorbing rain and dew?!

Aphro's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

The mockery faded quickly like mist blown away by the wind, replaced by frost.

The space rippled, and her killing intent was pure to the extreme, surging out from her body like a tsunami, instantly sweeping across the entire plaza.

"Crack, crack, crack..." The surrounding Void Realm could not withstand this killing intent, and the fractured space twisted in all directions with her as the center.

Her towering chest heaved violently, moving rapidly with her breathing.

She didn't say a word, but the resentment, wishing to pull the grass out by its roots and grind it into powder, already made it difficult for all the Dragon Clan members to breathe.

The Elder closest to the flowerbed felt as if his throat were being gripped by a hand, desperately trying to breathe.

It wasn't just him; the Dragon Clan members with lower cultivation on the plaza retreated one after another, instinctively staying away from the area shrouded in killing intent.

The Five Great Dragon Emperors felt this pure God Emperor Realm killing intent and all pushed their Origin Immortal power to the limit, with phantom images of protective Dragon scales appearing on their bodies.

In the tense, deathly silence, Gu Heng turned slightly.

He raised his eyebrows with interest, his gaze shifting between the killing-intent-filled Aphro and the bewildered Ancestor Tushan Yao.

"Looking at this reaction. Did you two have some history before?"

Aphro snorted coldly and turned her head away.

She refused to speak, but her tightly pursed red lips and slightly trembling fingertips exposed the turmoil in her heart.

Ancestor Tushan Yao took a deep, long breath, and a folding fan appeared in his hand, brushing away the dust.

He smiled bitterly and bowed to Gu Heng, his waist bent lower than usual.

"Replying to Your Excellency, of course."

"Back then, Empress Aphro had not yet entered the God Emperor Realm, she was only at the Peak of the Divine Venerable. But the Zerg's terrifying consumption and reproductive capabilities had already aroused the wariness of various powerful clans."

He pointed his folding fan toward the center of the altar, the tip aimed at the Lietian Grass trembling in the wind.

"At that time, it was this Divine Venerable Lietian who gathered several alien Divine Venerables to launch an endless pursuit against the Empress."

"That pursuit spanned countless Star Domains. The starry sky along the way was filled with battle debris—the Empress had Heaven-Defying combat power, but two fists are no match for four hands.

Those gathered by Divine Venerable Lietian were all outstanding figures among the Peak Divine Venerables, and any one of them could preside over a major realm alone. They joined forces to encircle her, forcing the Empress into a desperate situation."

The Dragon Emperors held their breath.

The older ones had vaguely heard of that feud, but the details had long been buried in the dust of time.

"But no one expected—" Ancestor Tushan Yao's voice suddenly rose, his amazement hard to hide, "In the desperate pursuit, the Empress actually had an Epiphany on the edge of life and death, breaking through the shackles of the Half-step Divine Emperor and sensing the Opportunity for a Breakthrough!"

The Dragon Emperors looked at each other in unison.

Being encircled at the Peak of the Divine Venerable and breaking through in a desperate situation? Such talent was shocking. The vast majority of Divine Venerables could not touch the threshold of the God Emperor Realm in their entire lives, yet Aphro broke through while being hunted; this ability to have an Epiphany on the line between life and death was enough to make the entire Star Domain tremble.

Ancestor Tushan Yao sighed, a flash of lingering fear crossing his Face, and he subconsciously touched his own neck.

"Then came the Undergoing Tribulation. Unfortunately, her injuries were too severe, and her Laws were in chaos; it was a life-and-death Tribulation with no chance of survival.

The God Emperor Tribulation was already a nine-deaths-and-one-life affair, and the Empress had just experienced consecutive bloody battles, her body covered in wounds, her Origin exhausted, and it was a Heavenly Tribulation triggered in haste.

The Heavenly Punishment lightning poured down like a rainstorm, almost shattering the Zerg Origin. She was bathed in blood, on the verge of falling."

Speaking of this, he suddenly scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, a flush of awkwardness appearing on his Face.

"At the last moment, this Ancestor happened to be Passing By... cough, risking the loss of cultivation, I sacrificed a few drops of my clan's Essence Blood containing the creation of Heavenly secrets to help the Empress sort out the chaotic Laws. Only then did I help her pass the death Tribulation and step into the God Emperor Realm."

"That is why there is the agreement of Protector between me and the Empress."

"Ancestor Tushan Yao!" Aphro called out coldly.

Ancestor Tushan Yao quickly shut his mouth, his fan waving rapidly.

After hearing this epic tale of fated entanglement, Gu Heng nodded inwardly.

His gaze swept between Aphro and the Lietian Grass, a flash of understanding in his eyes.

No wonder Aphro reacted so strongly when she saw the Lietian Grass—being hunted until she almost lost her body and soul, and facing a life-and-death Lightning Tribulation, such a deep blood feud would make any God Emperor grind their enemy to dust the first moment they saw them, never to be reincarnated.

Aphro being able to hold back from making a move until now was the ultimate restraint.

Hearing about her embarrassing past, Aphro proudly raised her chin and glanced sideways at Ancestor Tushan Yao.

Then she snorted softly, "Ancestor Tushan Yao, don't think that giving me a few drops of Essence Blood back then means I will keep protecting your Cultivation. That favor, this Empress has long since repaid!"

Ancestor Tushan Yao smiled apologetically, repeatedly agreeing, his fan waving rapidly again as he bowed and scraped.

"Yes, yes, yes, Your Majesty is right, absolutely right. My life was saved by Your Majesty, what are a few drops of Essence Blood? Your Majesty, please don't take it to heart."

Aphro turned to Gu Heng. Deep within her purple eyes, a violent storm was brewing, but she forcibly suppressed it, taking a deep breath.

"However..." She bit her red lip, "Since this grass is now Fellow Daoist's prisoner and is related to you, this Empress will naturally not disregard Fellow Daoist's Face by interfering."

"The debt between me and God-Venerable Lietian is temporarily noted. If one day Fellow Daoist finds this grass an eyesore, just let me know at any time."

"This Empress guarantees that he won't even have the chance to be grass."

Gu Heng smiled and didn't reply.

Ancestor Tushan Yao covered his mouth with his folding fan, leaned over to the flowerbed, and looked down at the Lietian Grass.

Squinting his eyes, he muttered softly, "Tsk tsk... God-Venerable Lietian, oh God-Venerable Lietian, how majestic you were back then? Leading billions of the Dragon Clan, stepping on stars, shattering Star Domains with your fists; I used to walk around you when I saw you. Who would have thought you'd have this day?"

Seemingly hearing Ancestor Tushan Yao's sarcasm, or perhaps sensing the aura of his arch-rival Aphro—in the center of the altar, the Lietian Grass suddenly erupted in violent trembling.

Deep within its roots, golden patterns flickered wildly; the dark gold turned into dazzling bright gold, then into scorching crimson gold, like stars burning on its leaves.

A dignified War God, the proudest War God of the Dragon Clan, the War God who once swept across countless Star Domains. Now, in front of his enemies, he was being commented on in the form of a blade of grass!

Mocked by an old rival, and having to be looked down upon by his arch-rival with the eyes of someone looking at an ant.

"Roar—" The remaining consciousness roared madly within the grass stem. But he couldn't make a sound, only a slapping sound of swaying.

The whole plant swayed like crazy, yellow soil splashing everywhere, and a few clods of mud flew onto the Elder of the Dragon Clan.

Everyone watched the Lietian Grass's "furious dance" with great interest.

"Whoosh—" A Little Black Dragon darted out from between the legs of the nearby Elder.

It skillfully turned around, facing away from the trembling Lietian Grass, slowly lifted a short, thick hind leg, its tail stiffly raised to maintain balance.

"Daddy, I want to..." The voice was milky, soft and glutinous like freshly steamed sticky rice cake. The warm urge to urinate was brewing, the muscles of its hind leg tightened slightly, and the tip of its tail raised a little higher.

At the critical moment!

"You beast! How dare you!"

The Black Dragon Immortal Emperor's dragon eyes widened like copper bells—the moment the first word was spoken, the entire dragon had turned into black lightning.

The afterimage in the air had not yet dissipated, and his true body had already arrived at the flowerbed. He reached out and grabbed the Little Black Dragon by the scruff of its neck. The movement was smooth and flowing, clearly done countless times.

He lifted the Little Black Dragon into mid-air like a chick, and his other hand pressed down on its hind leg that hadn't been retracted yet.

The Little Black Dragon was startled, its four short legs fluttering in mid-air like four small branches blown by the wind.

"You little brat! Usually, it's fine! Your father turns a blind eye, your father pretends not to see! But today! Senior is here! The God Emperor is here! The Emperor Teacher is here! Are you tired of your father living too long?"

The words reached his lips, but he forced most of them back down. He covered the Little Black Dragon's mouth and tucked it under his arm, holding it tightly.

Then he smiled apologetically at Gu Heng, "Senior, please excuse me, the child is ignorant... This Junior will definitely discipline him well when I go back, definitely discipline him well!"

Gu Heng waved his hand, signaling it was fine. His gaze lingered on the Little Black Dragon for a moment, and the corners of his mouth even raised slightly.

After experiencing this terrifying scene, the Black Dragon Immortal Emperor's nerves were stretched to the limit. His heartbeat was so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest; he suddenly realized he couldn't delay any longer.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he had to say something about the Divine Treasury sacrifice.

The image flashed through his mind again—the Ancestor's hand reaching for The Chosen Son, blood staining the altar red, then a cold gaze erupting from Gu Heng's eyes, the sky collapsing and the earth cracking, Longyuan Hall turning into powder, and the Dragon Clan being doomed eternally.

No, he couldn't wait! Absolutely couldn't wait! If he kept holding it in, the Dragon Clan would sooner or later be finished off by the Ancestor and these damn things.

Thinking of this, he knelt down with a thud.

"Senior! This Junior has a matter that must be reported!"

He opened his mouth—

"That's enough." Gu Heng suddenly raised his hand, interrupting him. His palm stretched out, fingers slightly together, making a "no need to say more" gesture.

His gaze fell back on the Lietian Grass with drooping leaves. The golden patterns returned to dark gold, and the whole plant exuded a sense of listlessness, as if it had lost the will to live.

He rubbed his chin, as if thinking about an insignificant little problem. His gaze lingered on the leaf tips of the Lietian Grass for two seconds, and on the roots for two seconds.

"Since old acquaintances have all arrived, just letting him be a blade of grass for people to admire isn't very interesting."

"Then let's have this God-Venerable Lietian take human form from the grass, and restore some of his cultivation."

As soon as these words were spoken, Longyuan Hall fell into silence again. The breathing of tens of thousands of Dragon Clan members stopped simultaneously; not a single person dared to exhale the next breath.

The Black Dragon Immortal Emperor was stunned, looking at Gu Heng, then at the Lietian Grass, exclaiming in horror, "Se... Senior... wha, what did you say?"