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Chapter 383: Chapter 382: The Celestial Court Deceived the Dragon Race, Shen Gongbao Regains His Freedom

"I ask you but one thing, are you willing to come out and assist me in reviving the Daoist legacy?"

Lin Heng spoke, each word clear and straightforward.

Shen Gongbao paused, then sneered:

"Young man, do you know who I am?"

"Daring to ask for my assistance?"

Lin Heng’s expression was calm: "I know you are of immense talent, a rarity in Daoism. I also know that in the past, you defied the heavens and sowed chaos only to prove your abilities."

"The past is like a cloud of smoke."

"Upper Realm Daoism is at a critical moment of life and death."

"Now is your chance to truly fulfill your grand ambitions!"

Lin Heng’s last words were powerful, striking directly at Shen Gongbao’s deepest desires!

Yet he still did not respond, but instead sneered at Nezha:

"Do you dare... do you dare to release me?"

Nezha was silent for a long time, bowed his head and cupped his hands:

"Please, Uncle Master, come out of retreat."

Shen Gongbao’s eyes slightly trembled, then he laughed heartily, though his laughter was full of lament.

"Nephew."

"You... you have changed."

Nezha remained silent.

Shen Gongbao muttered: "Well... well..."

"Back then, we were all... we were all pawns."

"You are... also pitiful."

"I don’t blame you anymore."

"How is your master... your master?"

Suddenly, he asked.

Nezha replied, head lowered: "During the Journey to the West tribulation, he has fallen."

Shen Gongbao paused, his gaze complex but not overly surprised.

"Back then... I said he would encounter... a tribulation."

"Indeed, indeed..."

Shen Gongbao looked at the Ox Demon King: "Release me."

The Ox Demon King’s expression was calm, his body, full of scars, suddenly emanated rolling black energy.

It twined around his fists, as if conscious.

At the same time.

Behind the Ox Demon King, a silhouette of a Celestial Demon appeared.

Lin Heng frowned slightly, but Shen Gongbao, crushed under the sea mountain, was indifferent as he said:

"This restriction, was set by the Celestial Court."

"Except for a few... a few... sigh, Nephew, speak."

He seemed irritated by his stammer, passing the rest of the words to Nezha.

Nezha continued: "Except for a Saint, only the Rakshasa Race can break the formation."

Lin Heng raised an eyebrow: "Is the Ox Demon King also a Rakshasa?"

"No."

Nezha shook his head: "But his wife, Princess Iron Fan, is the last Rakshasa."

"He acquired Rakshasa powers from Princess Iron Fan."

"This is not enough to break all restrictions here, but it is enough to forcibly release two or three True Dragons."

Lin Heng thought deeply, then questioned:

"Could this be the reason why the Rakshasa suffer cyclical tribulations?"

In the Human World, he had heard the Black Rakshasa say that the Rakshasa Race was also a Primordial Divine-Demon Race, once of supreme glory.

Sadly.

Through countless Celestial Dao Tribulations.

The Rakshasa Race always found themselves within them, gradually declining over time.

Nezha nodded to affirm his guess, then added:

"Because they inherently possess the ability to break restrictions, aside from the Celestial Dao Tribulations, the Ancient Celestial Court also hoped this race would not exist."

As Nezha spoke, he glanced at the distant Dragon Race, long since deprived of its former glory.

He said: "Dragon and Han disaster, the three ancient overlords withdrew from the historical stage, the Ancient Celestial Court gradually reached its peak."

"To secure the North Sea, the Lord of Heaven made a secret agreement with the Dragon Race, which was no longer at its peak."

"The Dragon Race helped to stabilize the Sea Eye, the Celestial Court promised that in the next catastrophe, they would fight for a Saint’s seat for the Dragon Race to ensure their prosperity."

"But..."

Nezha shook his head, laughing coldly.

"The Celestial Court barely established itself at the top of the Upper Realm, how could it genuinely help the infinitely potent Dragon Race fight for a Saint’s seat?"

"No one would want the Ancient Dragon Race to return to the forefront..."

"So..." Lin Heng looked at the dragon corpses with sympathy: "The Celestial Court deceived them, forever imprisoning them here?"

Nezha nodded.

On the side, Shen Gongbao sneered: "The Celestial Court’s array of treacheries, seeking to imprison gods with the Gods’ List, unaware it sows the seed of rebellion."

"The field sown by predecessors may not yield joy for successors, and there is yet more recourse for those successors!"

"Everything is but a cycle."

"This is the Heavenly Dao!"

Lin Heng was slightly surprised: "Your stammer is cured?"

Shen Gongbao glared, Nezha whispered: "Uncle Master speaks fluently when angry."

Lin Heng was astonished: "Ah, I see."

And at this moment.

The Ox Demon King finally took action.

His palms slammed onto the mountain suppressing Shen Gongbao.

In an instant.

The sea-bed mountain, eroded by seawater and full of pits, glowed with golden light, strange patterns appeared, beasts of the mountain sea, dragons and phoenixes striving against each other.

A terrifying restrictive force burst out.

Engulfing the Ox Demon King.

The silhouette of the Celestial Demon behind the Ox Demon King raised its hand, like splashing ink, numerous black gases spread toward the restriction.

In the rumbling explosion.

The seabed began to shake violently.

Shen Gongbao seemed to be enduring immense pain, but he remained resilient, despite his teeth clenching until they bled, he did not make a sound.

On the other side.

Nearly a hundred True Dragons observed the scene here, their crimson eyes revealing a hint of envy.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Under the bizarre means of the Celestial Demon silhouette.

The patterns on the seabed mountain began to gradually disperse.

What dragon and phoenix striving against each other, beasts of the mountain sea.

Or celestial gods bowing down, demons dancing together.

At this moment, all faded away.

A nearly ferocious excitement surfaced in Shen Gongbao’s eyes.

"Roar!!"

He suddenly opened his mouth and roared.

In a trance.

Lin Heng saw a leopard demon, condescendingly looking upon the world, manifested outside Shen Gongbao’s body.

And at this moment.

The giant seabed mountain started to inch by inch crack.

In the earth-shattering explosion.

The entire sea region churned wildly.

When all was quiet.

Shen Gongbao had regained his life.

His eyes were sharp, scanning Lin Heng almost mockingly.

In his eyes, a clear disdain was evident.

On the side, the Ox Demon King’s lips slightly curled.

"How about it?"

"Will you assist him, or join me to the Northern Continent, to become the unmatched Demon Emperor?"

His eyes too carried a hint of mockery.

The two observed Lin Heng, seemingly wanting to see a trace of panic on his face.

But sadly.

There was none.

"I am very... very curious, how mere... mere Immortal King Realm gives you the confidence?"

Shen Gongbao stood with hands behind his back.

His long narrow eyes held some confusion.

This Daoist before him was truly beneath his notice.

But undeniably.

This young Daoist from the moment he arrived here until now, remained unaffected.

Even after hearing the Ox Demon King’s suggestion, he never showed any sign of panic.