Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 550 - 361: The Mortal Game, The Daoist’s Three Great Resentments, Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth, Emperor Qin Breaks Limits, _3

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Murky waves swept the sky; terrifying waves crashed against the shore, rolling up thousands of heavy snows.

Under the pulling of the Formation, a hundred and eight beams of golden light rose from various parts of the Eastern Continent, piercing through the thick clouds, making the entire landmass move like a massive battleship.

At the base of the continental shelf, there was a phantom golden light array with the Celestial Stems and Earthly Branches displayed upon it.

Yi Chen opened his eyes in shock, peering through the curtain of light above the sky, only to see the Eastern Continent wrapped in a thick layer of golden light. Sometimes it tore through space, appearing above the infinite ocean, and sometimes it dashed forward, creating waves that soared for thirty thousand miles, as the enormous waves tilted towards the heavens.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent! It's like a mainland-version curvature pulse engine, isn't it," Yi Chen looked up at the sky, suddenly rising to his feet!

After nine successive flashes and strikes on the water, the sky suddenly darkened, filled with an eerie aura of destruction.

Black clouds raced across the sky, lightning flashed, and a demonic wind howled.

A greenish-blue Gang wind fell from the nine heavens, striking the 'aircraft carrier's' bow.

The chilling Gang wind halted the continent's progress through space and obstructed the land's path across the water.

"Is this, heaven's punishment?"

"The unification of the three lands is the will of the heavens, but we used human power to forcibly bring forward this divine will. Ultimately, we have received backlash. Could it be that this time the pulling Formation will end in failure just before success?"

Inside Sea Dragon City, countless cultivators soared into the sky.

On the deck, many eminent cultivators discussed spiritedly.

At this moment.

On the deck, a tall, silver-haired elder in full armor stepped forward. He was distinguished by the three small flags inscribed with the character '王' fluttering in the wind on his back.

He dropped to his knees with a thunderous impact like the toppling of Gold Mountain or a falling jade pillar.

"Your servant, Wang Jian, requests your decree to repel the Gang wind!"

"Granted!"

"My lord, I accept the decree!"

A golden imperial decree flew out from the sleeve of the Millennium Emperor in the crowd. A Dao Mastery cultivator in charge of the Formation exclaimed in amazement.

"This is the Ancestral Dragon Golden Decree, one of the Great Qin's national treasures! A Nine-Traces Dao Weapon!"

Nine dragon-shaped Dao traces flew out from the imperial decree, countless seal characters fluttered down, transforming into a battle robe that wrapped around Wang Jian.

As a senior official of Great Qin, who had served three dynasties and grown old, Wang Jian, whose cultivation had reached the ninth level of Dao Mastery, once again advanced forward, his aura growing even stronger, as he stepped towards the inconceivable realm that all cultivators dreamed of reaching.

"Wang Jian's aura has already broken the limit. Although his cultivation is still at the ninth level of Dao Mastery, his might has taken a small step towards the realm that we all yearn for," sighed the white-haired Daoist.

"Unfortunately, even with the help of the Ancestral Dragon Golden Decree to break the limit once, he is still not sufficient to break free from the cage and complete the journey to ascend to the heavens," said Tai Qingzi from the Supreme Daoist Sect, who had previously admired Yi Chen greatly during a discussion of the Dao.

"Miniscule Gang wind, you dare to defy the dragon's majesty, your sin deserves death!"

The silver-haired elder bowed and presented a salute, pulled out the iron-blooded flags from behind him, and clothed in a storm of golden seal characters, he charged towards that cyan-green Gang wind descending from the sky.

The old general may have had white hair, but his spirit was as fierce as that of a tiger or a dragon. The three iron-blooded flags he carried cut through the wind and waves, forming a mysterious array and breaking through the Gang wind with sheer force.

Just when everyone was shocked yet delighted, the black clouds rolled once more, and heaven's will seemed angered anew. Black raindrops began to assault the direction of the silver-haired general, Wang Jian.

The cyan-green Gang wind re-emerged, this time even more substantial than before.

At this moment, Wang Jian was gasping for breath, having exhausted nine-tenths of his mana.

Everyone's expressions tightened once again. What could be done?

"General Wang, you've worked hard, you may withdraw," said the dominating and majestic voice of the Millennium Emperor at this moment.

An imposing figure stepped out beyond the protective barrier of the Formation and walked into the storm with ease.

A punch was thrown!

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"Now with the sky's threatening wind and rain defying the dragon's majesty, and affronting Us personally, their sins deserve death. If heaven has awareness, let it heed Our words. Desist your actions, lest you say that We have not given fair warning."