Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 752 - 673: The Dragon Clan Spiritual Treasure, Where True Dragons Dwell Together!

There was neither heaven nor earth.

Only an abyss.

This place, situated on the banks of the East Sea, was rumored to have once been the dwelling of the Earth Immortal Dragon Ancestor of the Immortal Qin Realm, hence named the 'Ancestral Dragon Abyss'.

The whereabouts of the Dragon Ancestor remained unknown.

The Ancestral Dragon Abyss lay vacant for many ages.

Until fifty-seven thousand years ago, when the supreme treasure of the Dragon Clan, the 'Dragon Transformation Pond', merged and became one. The Three Dragon Ancestors from the East Sea, West Sea, and Shang River positioned the Spiritual Treasure here, each residing within the Ancestral Dragon Abyss, using the Dragon Transformation Pond to cultivate in peace.

Their Dao ability sky-rocketed.

Their mana was as profound as the abyss and endless as the sea.

Previously, the Combat Heavenly King could easily surpass the Three Dragon Ancestors, but following his death and the continuous ascent in power of the Three Dragon Ancestors, they loomed as the mightiest trio of Earth Immortals within Ancient Shang.

Give them ten thousand years, twenty thousand years.

Perhaps all of Ancient Shang would fall under the reign of the Dragon Clan, the domain of the Three Great Dragon Palaces.

Within the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

The Dragon Transformation Pond shimmered with the luster of a Spiritual Treasure, bursting with enigmatic power.

Three elderly figures sat surrounding it, each absorbed in their meditation, as they always had been.

Time passed indeterminately.

Suddenly, one of the elders, whose hair blazed like fire, opened his eyes which gleamed brightly, casting his gaze upon the midst of the pond.

Therein, the waters churned.

Three True Dragons swam about, their aura mighty, clearly top-tier amongst their kind.

As the elder opened his eyes, the three True Dragons leapt forth and, upon landing outside the pond, revealed their human forms.

Two males and one female.

Upon their emergence, their faces betrayed a hint of wistful melancholy.

But their spirits soon revived.

After each performing their respective salutations to the three elders, they retreated with joy beaming on their faces.

"Humph!"

The elder who had opened his eyes watched the three depart and snorted disdainfully, "Ao Zhen of the East Sea and Ao Zi of the West Sea are indeed two excellent seeds. Given three to five thousand years, the ranks of Earth Immortals might swell under your tutelage."

Upon hearing these words.

The other two elders opened their eyes.

One, with arms as long as an ape's, shoulders of a kite, a broad nose, a wide mouth, gleaming silver teeth, ruby lips, and a ruddy complexion, draped with long thin eyebrows of longevity, was none other than the Ancient Ancestor of the East Sea.

The other, clad in a white hemp robe, with drooping large ears, a complexion as red as cinnabar, white hair and beard, eyes sharp and piercing, bore an odd and ancient visage and stood quite tall — the West Sea Ancestor.

And the one who spoke first, naturally, was the Shang River Ancestor.

Seeing the prospect of True Dragons from the East and West Seas becoming Earth Immortals, he alone lacked such fortune from the Shang River.

Anyone would find their equanimity upset.

The West Sea Ancestor smiled, "What's this about the East Sea and West Sea? Are we not all kin of the Dragon Clan? Why divide ourselves?"

This was indeed the epitome of indifference to others' headaches.

'Ao Zi', having cultivated for a mere fifty thousand years, had already reached the Mahayana Peak and stood at the threshold of ascending to the Earth Immortal Realm.

The West Sea Ancestor held great hope for 'Ao Zi'.

The East Sea boasted 'Ao Zhen'.

Although older, barely over seventy thousand years of age, when it came to Dao ability and combat power, Ao Zhen was still superior to 'Ao Zi', equal to Ao Jun, the 'Combat War God' to the south — both epitomizing the Dragon Clan's apex.

Their prospects of becoming Earth Immortals were exceedingly high.

Only the Shang River was different.

"Consider this."

"Ao Zhen and Ao Zi may only have hopes of becoming Earth Immortals. Yet the Shang River lineage already produced an Earth Immortal over fifty thousand years ago."

The West Sea Ancestor pointed southward.

He was referring to 'Fu Long Saint Mother'.

Fu Long Saint Mother was born of Min River, a branch of the Shang River, indeed making her part of the Shang River lineage.

But the reality was known to all.

Hearing this, the Shang River Ancestor's expression grew even darker: "If that's the case, then Ao Jun can also be considered a direct descendant of my Shang River lineage. Why not grant him an opportunity to enter the Dragon Transformation Pond and cultivate?"

The West Sea Ancestor suddenly fell silent.

The Fu Long Saint Mother had no interest in power struggles, and she guarded Fu Long Mountain without affecting them.

But if Ao Jun reached Earth Immortal status.

With both aunt and nephew as Earth Immortals.

It would necessitate carving out a Fourth Dragon Palace beyond the three, inadvertently splitting the fortune.

Why would the West Sea Ancestor agree to this?

Although aware that the Shang River Ancestor spoke out of irritation, there was no need to provoke him further.

"Humph!"

Seeing the West Sea Ancestor mute, the Shang River Ancestor huffed and closed his eyes again, ceasing the fight.

Yet, his mind was rapidly calculating, whether Shang River's weakness when compared to East Sea and West Sea was indeed due to being diluted by the 'Fu Long Saint Mother' having siphoned off their fortune.

Both fell silent.

Peace was once again restored within the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

However.

It did not last even a few moments.

A voice suddenly resounded within the Ancestral Dragon Abyss—

"Le'er."

"These three old Ancestors seem to fear you a great deal."

The voice carried a teasing and mocking tone.

"Who's there?!"

All three Ancestors opened their eyes simultaneously and saw a couple casually strolling arm in arm into the Ancestral Dragon Abyss. The woman was familiar; she was the fourth Earth Immortal of the Ancient Shang Dragon Clan just mentioned—

Fu Long Saint Mother.

And the man.

"Guang Yuan?!"

The Dragon Ancestors' eyes bulged with shock, their hearts tossing like rough seas!

..."You are—"

The West Sea Ancestor stared at Lu Qingfeng, his long beard trembling, clearly shocked.

This was no surprise to him.

Indeed, the fame of 'Guangyuan God' was too resounding.

His feats, too daunting.

Remember, across tens of thousands of years in the Ancient Shang Region, there had been countless True Immortals come and gone, but only fourteen had ever reached Earth Immortal.

And of this apex of fourteen Earth Immortals, three were cursed to death by 'Guangyuan God', with another pushed to the Earth Immortal status despite being a mere True Immortal at the time.

Such audacious acts.

Who wouldn't be amazed?!

Creating an Earth Immortal seemed like defying nature, best left unsaid.

Simply the act of cursing three Earth Immortals to death, and not just any Immortals, but renowned Ancient Ones like the Combat Heavenly King, One Yuan Ancestor, and Golden Light Ancestor Master, was enough to shock and instill fear in Earth Immortals.

The West Sea Ancestor was no exception.

Thankfully,

after that battle years ago, Guang Yuan God perished both in body and soul, and Fu Long Saint Mother, with a heavy heart, secluded herself on Fu Long Mountain without emerging for tens of thousands of years, until the shadows in their hearts finally dissipated.

Who would have thought,

out of the blue, the terrifying figure who was undoubtedly dead before would suddenly appear before them, shocking anyone to the core.

The East Sea Ancestor was no better off than the West Sea Ancestor.

But he barely managed to maintain his composure, his brows furrowed as he turned to Lu Qingfeng: "Could it be that he faked his death back then?"

If it was a fake death, then it's terrifying.

He had defied the heavens to help Ao Le attain the Earth Immortal status.

And then cursed and killed three Earth Immortals.

If none of these could kill him, and now he's back, who could control him?

On the other hand,

if it was after dying and then returning through a stroke of luck via reincarnation, the threat to them would be greatly reduced.

With these thoughts in mind,

they kept a poker face.

The East Sea Ancestor swept his gaze over Lu Qingfeng and Ao Le, and said with a deep voice: "Ancestral Dragon Abyss is sacred ground for our Dragon Clan. The two of you have come uninvited, may I ask why?"

After all, he was an Earth Immortal Ancestor, one of the very top existences in the Ancient Shang.

Wary of Lu Qingfeng in his heart, he still managed to maintain his composure.

"Uninvited?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingfeng's expression immediately darkened: "The three of you are too dishonest. To give the Dragon Transformation Pond to the Jiao Demon Palace's Yin and Yang Saints, and not to your own people. Since I have returned, naturally I need to seek justice for my wife!"

Seeing the Three Dragon Ancestors after a long absence, Lu Qingfeng was displeased.

The Dragon Transformation Pond originated from his own hands.

But after his death,

when Ao Le came to ask for a few spots for Lu Xiao, Lu Yao, and Ao Jun, she was continually rejected.

It was too much to bear.

"Hmph!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"The Dragon Transformation Pond has always been a supreme treasure of our three Dragon Palace branches, what does it have to do with you and your spouse?"

The West Sea Ancestor retorted defiantly, raising his voice.

The Shang River Ancestor also spoke in a grave voice: "Guang Yuan, back at the Blood Sea you said yourself that stealing the Dragon Transformation Pond was only to help Ao Le become a True Immortal. Once that was achieved, you promised to offer up the pond, never to interfere again. Out of compassion, this Ancestor granted you ten years, and now you show up again, isn't it laughable?"

The claim was true.

When the Spiritual Treasure was about to be completed, Ao Le only had eleven years left to live.

Surrounded by Earth Immortals in the Blood Sea, Lu Qingfeng was in a predicament and could only negotiate for ten years.

If Ao Le couldn't become a True Immortal within ten years, keeping the Dragon Transformation Pond would be futile.

Eventually, as Ao Le didn't achieve True Immortal status, Lu Qingfeng, in a last-ditch effort, used the "Buddhist Sect's Little Wheel Three Ride Marvelous Forms Transformation Birth Method" to propel Ao Le straight to the Earth Immortal status.

But that was then, and this is now.

"Hmph!"

"Blatant sophistry!"

"The Dragon Clan's Spiritual Treasure has always belonged to the many True Dragons; how is it the property of a single family or individual?!"

Lu Qingfeng had no patience for debate.

With an angry shout,

above his head, the Five-Colored Divine Light immediately rose—

"How dare you?!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Guang Yuan, the Fu Long Saint Mother has waited for you for tens of thousands of years, and it has not been easy; do not err!"

The Three Dragon Ancestors, seeing the Five-Colored Divine Light, had all their memories awakened.

They remembered the terror of having the supreme treasure and Immortal Artifacts taken from them.

They remembered in the Blood Sea, the majesty of the Five-Colored Divine Light sweeping away several Earth Immortals' Immortal Artifacts in succession.

Alarmed,

as they marshaled their mana to forcefully hinder, they also bellowed out loud.

"You lack virtue."

"From now on, this treasure will be controlled by the Fu Long Saint Mother!"

Lu Qingfeng paid them no heed.

The Five-Colored Divine Light fiercely sliced down.

In a flash of light, the Dragon Transformation Pond vanished on the spot.

"The Dragon Transformation Pond!"

The Three Dragon Ancestors' eyes split with rage.

Looking up, they saw Guang Yuan God holding something in his hand, Immortal Light flashing chaotically; what else could it be but the 'Dragon Transformation Pond'?

"Guang Yuan!"

"Return the 'Dragon Transformation Pond' immediately, else we swear to fight you to death!"

The Shang River Ancestor roared out loud, his eyes bloodshot.

The Dragon Transformation Pond was a treasure of the Dragon Clan, the key to the rise of the Shang River Dragon Palace, and also his crucial assurance for breaking into the Earth Immortal Fourth Realm, the 'Flying Heaven Realm.'

With it being taken away, how could he let it go?

His roar shook the Ancestral Dragon Abyss, and the supreme treasure 'Wind and Fire Bracelet' appeared in his hand. However, although the Shang River Ancestor was enraged, he ultimately still had a strand of rationality. The moment he brought out the Immortal Artifact, he paused, then quickly put it away.

A Spiritual Treasure was snatched right in front of him.

The Wind and Fire Bracelet had even been swept away before.

Even in extreme anger, the Shang River Ancestor remembered the lesson and did not dare to reveal it.

"Fight to the death?"

Seeing the rage and hatred in the eyes of the Three Dragon Ancestors, Lu Qingfeng handed over the 'Dragon Transformation Pond' he was holding to Ao Le next to him, and with a smile said to her: "Why would the Three Dragon Ancestors not want to live anymore? Recalling our past friendship, my husband can only take the trouble to wake them up."

Lu Qingfeng chuckled lightly.

Looking at the Three Dragon Ancestors, he declared loudly, "From today on, within the Dragon Clan, the Fu Long Saint Mother shall be revered!"

"Arrogant!"

"Do you really think your Divine Light is invincible?!"

"Guang Yuan, today I will show you the might of the Ancestors!"

The Three Great Dragon Ancestors, extremely infuriated, laughed in return.

Not daring to use the Immortal Artifacts,

each of them transformed into their True Bodies.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their Divine Dragon forms, as massive as mountains, immediately brought an overwhelming pressure from all directions, encircling them.

Wind and Fire arose.

Golden Light emerged.

And with Divine Dragons lashing their tails, they drew boundaries on the ground.

In an instant, the Earth Immortals' might was fully displayed, and the heavens and earth seemed to split.

"Bite off more than one can chew."

Lu Qingfeng gave it no heed, stretching out his hand in the Void and grasping a Demon Sword. With the flashing of blood light, he struck out three times in succession, and then––

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three Divine Mountains were struck as if by a heavy blow, flying tens of thousands of miles away.