Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 669 - 648: Frost Dragon

The unseen power swept by, the Magic Spirit Bag disappeared, replaced by a beast hide bag.

Zhou Leng clasped his fists in farewell again, turned around, and walked back.

The beast hide bag was extraordinary; clearly amid the destructive star power, it surprisingly needed no protection from Zhou Leng, as all the destructive star power skimmed over its surface.

Zhou Leng’s smile at the corner of his mouth couldn’t be hidden.

The giants exchanged glances.

"A starry sky divine object..."

"Could it be the legendary... great calamity dragon? There’s only one legend in the disaster land."

"Such boldness, we alien giants have been here for tens of thousands of years, yet dare not enter the disaster land..."

"Exchanging the Magic Spirit Bag for a starry sky divine object, the First King’s daring is truly stellar..."

"Say less, don’t let the great existence hear, it’s not beneficial for the First King His Majesty."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Zhou Leng swiftly returned amidst lightning and sparks, and the gaze cast upon him by the crowd held more respect and admiration.

Especially Golden Li, young and inexperienced in such matters, her eyes began to show admiration.

Li Shenkong suddenly considered a possibility, his thoughts racing.

"Even my grandfather wouldn’t dare enter now."

"Is he putting on a show for me? Perhaps even for the Ten Realms?"

"He actually had greater talent than I but lacked resources, needing time to grow, so he constantly acted, for the sixteen families and Zhao Family to see."

"Later, upon advancing to Grandmaster, he couldn’t conceal it any longer, forcefully acting."

"Now, having arrived here in the Otherworld, he’s completely letting loose, no longer acting..."

"However, there might be trust in me. After all... I suspect my sword and cultivation technique are from the Ancient River Sect, as he is my senior brother..."

Li Shenkong was conflicted inside.

His grandfather joined the Ancient River Sect, but he hadn’t, somewhat intimidated by the Star Sky Divine Sword.

His grandfather Li Tianyuan mentioned that his cultivation technique must be from the Ancient River Sect, for he had heard from Zhou Leng before.

Zhou Leng returned, his mood joyful, waving his hand, saying: "Let’s go."

Everyone followed silently, traversing over mountains.

Eventually, Mountain River Celestial Peak couldn’t resist, speaking up: "Zhou True King, what did you go to the disaster land for?"

Hundreds of people collectively turned their heads, their eyes shifting, ears perked up, like a field of wheat blown askew by the wind.

"I have an old acquaintance inside. Seeing me as a naturally talented, kind-hearted, and benevolent individual, upon knowing I lacked some things, he casually found a reason to help me, at the cost of an Upper-Rank Grandmaster level Divine Death Spirit. Since I didn’t cheat, offering up a Grandmaster’s corpse, he additionally gifted some other things."

Only Golden Li believed, nodding continuously.

The crowd glanced at Zhou Leng’s waist.

A black and white speckled beast hide bag.

With throats lightly moving, this starry sky bag is more valuable than a Half-Divine Artifact.

A bag capable of resisting such fierce destructive star power, at least originates from a demigod stellar life form, perhaps even a Void God.

Having distanced themselves from the disaster land for a while, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They continued their journey, traversing over Wanyun Mountain, reaching the Dragon God’s Divine Death Spirit Spiritual Land, heading directly towards the divine vein long river.

Zhou Leng had been here before, almost retracing his steps.

At the bottom of the divine vein long river.

Within the riverbed, Light of Redemption and Ajiong had been cultivating for many days.

Although the waters of the divine vein long river were murky, they possessed great power, which, to Ajiong, was cleaner and healthier, surpassing the waters of his homeland greatly, unwilling to leave.

Each time Light of Redemption reached the limit in cultivation and felt he had to leave, as soon as he thought of Zhou Leng using the East Wind Fist, he continued to stay at the riverbed.

The fear of Zhao Dongjun was understandable, as he is the first Martial Saint of humanity.

But fearing Zhou Leng meant never standing proudly in this life.

Being called Turtle Light he could endure, but not Turtle Turtle Light.

Suddenly, a tremor from afar.

Light of Redemption was frightened, urgently rushing to Ajiong not far at the riverbed, using True Qi to communicate.

"Quick, leave, a large group of strong individuals is approaching." He pushed Ajiong and grabbed his wrist, running.

Ajiong ceased his cultivation, sensing the subtle tremor, urgently swimming away.

Until reaching the opposite shore, they discreetly surfaced, cautiously poking their heads out to look back.

One glance left them trembling all over.

Hundreds of alien giants mixed with numerous Ten Realms giants stood on the shore.

The two exchanged glances and prepared to flee, for if the giants targeted them, death was certain.

Both had entered relying on their giant dragon bloodline.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, they squinted their eyes.

Amidst the massive giants, stood a few humans.

A particular human stood with his back to the riverbank, holding the hand of a little blonde girl, facing the giants.

The giants showed reverence, some even bowed in greeting.

"That back looks like Zhou Leng," Ajiong wondered.

"Not just similar, it is him, I’d never forget," Light of Redemption responded calmly.

"The giants’ attitude towards him seems peculiar."

"The awakening of the ancient giant call appears to be his doing."

"It hasn’t been long..."

Ajiong calculated internally, realizing his own small advancement, while the other had already led an army of hundreds of Giant Grandmasters.

Light of Redemption stared at Zhou Leng’s back silently.

He really didn’t know what to say.

When Zhao Dongjun was still an Upper-Rank Grandmaster, could he conquer hundreds of Alien Giants?

It’s hard to say.

Suddenly, some giants pointed over, Zhou Leng turned his head.

The two were frozen in the water.

Zhou Leng saw the two clearly, initially wanted to approach them, but reconsidered that his identity as Guan Canglong might be exposed, so he ignored them, turned his head back, and continued chatting with the giants.

Light of Redemption and Ajoon secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What should we do?"

"He clearly doesn’t want us near, let’s go train at the river bottom far away."

"Let’s go."

The two quietly submerged into the water, treading along the riverbed towards the distance.

They ran far away, then stopped and continued their cultivation.

Ajoon quickly settled down.

Light of Redemption cultivated for a while, opened his eyes, looked left and right.

After cultivating a while longer, he opened his eyes to look left and right again...

Repeatedly.

Suddenly, his heart hurt, he hurriedly stopped cultivating.

Oh no, his old ailment from years ago acted up again.

Back then, Zhao Dongjun’s punch "Divine Light Sky Explosion" mushroom cloud scared him so much he couldn’t calmly cultivate for half a year, every time he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of Eagle Alliance’s Martial Saint and hundreds of Grandmasters turning to ash.

Divine Light Sky Explosion wasn’t even the strongest move of East Wind Fist, not even the second strongest.

This time, though not as severe as last time, signs are starting to appear.

"No, absolutely not!"

"I must not be scared by him!"

"I, Light of Redemption, cannot fall into the same trap twice."

"I absolutely cannot develop a Zhou Leng phobia, even if it means death!"

"As a Grandmaster of the Eagle Alliance and a Law Enforcer of the Demon Worship Sect, I have dignity!"

Light of Redemption clutched his left chest, mentally repeated those words, but truly couldn’t cultivate, so he used a Demon Spirit Artifact for protection, and slept submerged in the water.

Over there, Zhou Leng discussed with everyone, saying: "I have cultivated in the Divine Vein River for long enough without gaining much Power. You should go down the river to cultivate, then head directly to True King Mountain once finished. I will visit the Dragon God’s mural to fulfill my promise."

"The Dragon God Death spirits and the Giants here are different, they are more insane and chaotic. With the Primordial Call emerging, even the Demigod Giant Dragon Death spirits won’t be able to sit still, I hope you stay here." An Alien Giant said.

Zhou Leng said: "I also want to stay here and go to True King Mountain with you all, but I’ve already promised the Giant Dragons, I can’t take you all to the Dragon God mural."

Everyone imagined that scene, hundreds of giants entering the encirclement of tens of thousands of Dragon God Death spirits, fell silent for a long time.

Zhou Leng bid farewell to everyone, took out the blurred map of the Giant Dragons, looked at it, then ran towards Wanyun Mountain.

The safest route, is using Wanyun Mountain to avoid Demigods, then heading east along its edge.

Going directly to the Dragon God mural is too dangerous.

Thinking it over, Zhou Leng restrained his aura, and used the "Pseudo-Faith Technique" taught by Senior Sister Shen Yunxian, leveraging the Power of the Giant Dragon Blood Marvelous Body, and using the residual power of the Dragon God’s Death Star to change his aura.

Soon, the aura changed to the level of a loyal follower of the Death Star.

Previously, without the Primordial Call, this wasn’t needed, but now the power gained from the Primordial Call is too strong, without the Pseudo-Faith Technique, he would surely be considered a Giant.

On his way, he occasionally encountered Dragon God Death spirits or Divine Death Beasts.

Due to the strong Dragon God aura, almost all the Death spirits would stay away.

Occasionally he encountered some unwise ones, and dealt with them effortlessly.

He hadn’t run far when Zhou Leng suddenly stopped, his eyes reflecting the faint red mist in the world around him.

Although there was nothing but faint red mist in front of him, he instinctively felt a powerful presence.

The power was so strong that the aura spreading everywhere was perceptible.

However, the aura was too faint to clearly determine what it was specifically.

In the faint red mist, a massive black shadow over a hundred meters long dashed across.

Zhou Leng continued standing in place, only after a long time, confirming that the opponent had departed far away, did he let out a breath and continue forward.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped again.

A new powerful aura emerged once more.

Zhou Leng stood still again, inwardly realizing that the Primordial Call alarmed too many Demigod Death spirits, causing chaos in the entire True King Land.

A blue-and-white giant dragon flew out of the red mist.

A gigantic sixty-meter-long blue Frost Giant Dragon Death spirit, with icy bone wings flapping, hovered mid-air, gazing at Zhou Leng.

Unlike normal Frost Dragons, the bones within this Frost Giant Dragon Death spirit’s ice were covered in dense black runes, and black blood flowed within those bones.

The dragon’s head, its icy skull filled with crisscross scars, densely packed, extending to the neck.

Zhou Leng often interacted with the Demigods of the Demon Spirit World and Red Eyes of the Dragon World, already familiar with Demigod auras.

The aura of this Frost Giant Dragon, in terms of total volume, resembled that of a newly promoted Red Eyes, also seemed like a newly promoted Demigod.

But the aura’s heaviness and the pressure it exerted were above that of Red Eyes.

Death spirits, are beings formed post-divine demise.

They, are the bloodline of gods.

From within the massive eye sockets, blue flame eyes stared at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng felt stifled all over, as an Upper-Rank Grandmaster, no matter how strong, he couldn’t best a true Demigod Giant Dragon.

Hence, he had to nod in greeting, using Divine Text to say: "Follower of the Death Star, Speaker of the Dragon World, Zhou Leng, greets the elder."

"Oh? You know Divine Text?" The Demigod Frost Giant Dragon Death spirit surprisingly spoke in perfect Dragon Race language.

Higher-grade Death spirit.

Zhou Leng’s heart skipped a beat, using Dragon Race language: "I’ve received revelations from the Death Star, learned a few Divine Texts."

"That’s wonderful! Come with me, henceforth you shall be the Frost Dragon Race’s Chief Guard, and my lead Divine Text instructor. I am called Winter of Death, what is your name?"