Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 598 - 280: Sorry, the poor monk needs to ask for more! (7800 words)_1

One after another, more and more people landed on Longhuang Island, and the area gradually became crowded.

"Indeed, the seal is still in place."

"When Dragon Emperor Ao Lie first set this seal, he was already weak. What's more, time is merciless; ten thousand years is long enough for the seal's power to weaken to its absolute limit."

"Presumably, even if we do nothing, this seal won't take much longer to dissipate on its own."

The crowd discussed this in whispers, their eyes filled with a trace of sentiment as they gazed at the ancient, dim Sealing Rune in the middle of the waterfall.

"Wait? We've come all this way, and you want to wait for the seal to dissolve on its own? Ha! You might as well go back home and wait there!" a tall, well-built figure with a bare torso stepped forward. Holding a heavy hammer aloft, he snorted with disdain. He leaped high into the air and smashed down like a meteor, attempting to shake the seal, but he couldn't move it an inch and was sent flying backward.

The waterfall shuddered, and countless tons of white water crashed down with a thunderous roar. Innumerable Cultivators were struck, suffering broken bones and torn sinews. Even the physical cultivators who specialized in bodily strength could hardly withstand the impact.

Then, a girl with slender eyes and a fiery temper stepped forward. She carried a pair of scissors as tall as herself and had long, slender legs. She advanced on the waterfall and snipped with her giant blades. A razor-sharp aura swept across heaven and earth, transforming into a storm of blades that actually managed to sever the waterfall's flow. This strike was terrifying to the extreme; an ordinary Soul Travel Cultivator would likely be cut into pieces upon contact.

Among the crowd, many Cultivators from the Cangyuan Realm had looks of fear on their faces. This was astonishing! The Proud Children of the Nine Heavens were truly a bunch of monsters. This girl was already incredibly strong.

It was such a pity.

Yet, it was still ineffective. This time, the seal's backlash was even more ferocious.

The entire world trembled. The waterfall cascading down from the heavens suddenly began to glow as countless ancient runes filled the sky, transforming into True Dragons that lunged at the crowd. A vast fluctuation spread out, sweeping in all directions and making everyone's heart palpitate.

Swarms of Cultivators were blown apart, as fragile as bubbles under this force. The air filled with a rain of blood, and the scene was utterly gruesome. The girl closest to the attack bore the brunt of it. She was instantly turned into minced flesh, and even the Magical Treasure scissors in her hands shattered.

This scene was utterly terrifying. Everyone gasped in horror, their hair standing on end. A cold chill ran from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads, and they scrambled back, not daring to get any closer.

"Where the hell did that wench come from? So reckless! Was she trying to get us all killed?" it was a good while before someone finally burst out cursing, infuriated with the girl who had already been reduced to a bloody mist.

"She was from the Wen Family!"

"The Wen Family is an old Ancient Clan, though they've been on the decline for years. Not many outstanding figures have emerged, so they must be getting anxious."

This single incident resulted in heavy losses among those gathered. The Cultivators from the Cangyuan Realm were hit especially hard, losing roughly a quarter of their number in a truly gruesome fashion. Even the Proud Children of the Nine Heavens were injured to varying degrees. Many had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and some even had to use their Magical Treasures just to mitigate the damage.

"Everyone, we've made it this far, so there's no need to hold back," one of the Chosen stood up and announced to the crowd. "No matter the disputes between us, we must enter the Dragon Nest first."

Although the seal's power had weakened greatly—ten thousand years was enough time for many things to vanish into the dust of history—if they did nothing, who knew how much longer it would hold? Three years, five years, or perhaps ten? All were possible.

Someone immediately chimed in, "Exactly. Surely nobody here really wants to wait for several years, right?"

The young men and women at the forefront of the crowd spoke up. They had clearly formed an alliance, hailing from some of the oldest and most powerful clans of the Nine Heavens. All of them bore an extraordinary air, their spirits soaring. Each was surrounded by a surging, divine light, bursting with vigor.

The first young man to speak stepped forward and took out a bronze flask. A translucent light gleamed within it, resplendent and mysterious. It seemed to contain divine blood, and the resonating sound of a dragon's roar echoed from inside.

"Is that... Dragon Emperor's blood?"

The crowd exclaimed in shock, their gasps rising and falling. This drop of blood was incredibly mystical, containing an immense divinity that could only have been left by a true Dragon Emperor.

Soon, someone recognized it and clarified, "It's not pure Dragon Emperor's blood. It's been diluted with other spiritual liquids, so its divinity is far from its peak!"

The young man had an extraordinary background, hailing from a famous great clan in the Nine Heavens. His ancestors had survived the war over ten thousand years ago and obtained a drop of the Dragon Emperor's blood. The blood of a Dragon Emperor from the Quasi-Emperor Realm was a truly rare treasure. Even after being diluted many times, it was still comparable to an ordinary Immortal Elixir.

Another young man stepped forward with a piece of a shattered dragon bone in his palm. It would emit a golden glow one moment, then turn pitch-black and dim the next.

A young monk stepped forward, holding a dark Wooden Fish. It was covered in ancient, intricate runes and appeared to have been forged from the scales of some unknown creature.

Eventually, the major powers joined forces, pooling their numerous mystical artifacts. This seal, after all, was left by the Dragon Emperor. Even in its dilapidated state, it was not something Cultivators of their Realm could shake without the aid of special items. Clearly, they had all come prepared.

"This should be enough, right?"

"Let's try."

Beams of gentle light shot toward the sky. Amidst a rumbling sound, the waterfall parted to reveal a gigantic gate. The runes on it quivered and were continuously worn away, but they never fully dissipated, showing astonishing resilience.

"We're still missing something."

"Dammit, this seal is tougher than we anticipated!"

"Who's still holding back? We're so close!" the young people at the lead roared, turning to look back at the crowd.