"No matter who it is, neither side is allowed to send out Emperor Wu's experts. They also cannot allow Emperor Wu to exist in this realm. If a battle breaks out, neither side is allowed to send Emperor Wu down. The Sky Dome Realm will belong to whoever wins it. However, the agreement must still be fulfilled. "
When Xiao Chen heard that, he could not help but laugh hoarsely. When he was still in Mohe City's Demonic Beast Forest and was only a Martial Disciple, he had fantasized about the protection of the Three Holy Masters.
Now that he thought about it, he had been too naive. What Demonic Calamity? It was just a game that the major characters of both sides agreed on. The masses were like chess pieces, at their mercy.
Only by grasping absolute strength and jumping out of this game could one be qualified to control one's own fate and see the true nature of this world.
"However, I'm not sure why the Bushin Palace and the Demonic World came to this agreement. It has to do with the destruction of the Dragon's Gate ten thousand years ago," Old Feng continued.
Clearly, he did not know that Xiao Chen had already acknowledged his identity as a descendant of the Qing Emperor in the Kunlun Realm.
Xiao Chen smiled and did not continue this topic. He stood up and said, "Many thanks for Old Feng's hospitality. I plan to make a trip to the Tianwu Emperor's grave, so I'll take my leave first!"
Old Feng was not surprised by this. He had absolute confidence in Xiao Chen's strength. Now that Emperor Wu did not appear in the Sky Dome Realm, he could not think of anyone who could stop Xiao Chen.
"Haha! In that case, I won't send you off. If not for the fact that I have to oversee the sect, this old man would also like to take a look at the excitement."
After leaving the Haotian Sect, Xiao Chen executed Thunder Dragon Steps. With one step, space instantly tore apart. Compared to the spatial structure of the Kunlun Realm, the Sky Dome Realm was like paper. Xiao Chen immediately entered the void.
Xiao Chen moved at lightning speed through space. Occasionally, he tore a crack in space to see where he was going.
In less than four hours, Xiao Chen traveled from the Great Jin Nation to the sky above Desolate City's Hidden Dragon Lake. There was no obstruction in space. His speed was startlingly fast.
Rumble!
The scene before them was a little frightening. Black thunderclouds gathered in the sky above the Qianlong Lake. Lightning bolts as thick as water buckets rained down on the Qianlong Lake.
Waves rolled, and the sky changed color. The void was easily torn apart by the lightning. The lake water splashed everywhere, and the originally flat lake surface was ravaged into a tragic sight.
Xiao Chen frowned slightly as he looked at the descending lightning bolt. If it had landed on him, he would not have been able to withstand it. It seemed like the Frost Flood Dragon was really in danger this time.
With a flash of light, Xiao Chen directly fell into the Final Entrance Lake, avoiding the lightning bolts and descending towards the tomb of the Celestial Thearch.
When Xiao Chen landed in the middle of the lake, a man wearing Tianwu Royal Robes and carrying a sword on his back revealed a surprised expression. He muttered, Why is he back at this time?
The world under the water was a completely different world. Xiao Chen hovered in the air, not in a rush to land. He watched as the bolts of lightning entered the cold pool beside the Celestial Thearch's tomb.
A mournful and aged roar came from inside continuously, shaking everyone's eardrums and causing them to feel a sense of sorrow for no reason.
This was not like an absolute expert fighting against the heavens, filled with boundless sharpness and heroism. It was more like an old man who had lived for a very long time, struggling at death's door, expressing the final dissatisfaction in his heart.
That voice contained an indescribable obsession, an indescribable sorrow, and an emotion that moved one's expression. Those who were not close friends would not be able to understand.
The world had its own cycle of reincarnation. No matter what kind of creature one was, no matter how strong one was, one would not be able to escape death in the end.
The Heavenly Dao was like a sword hanging above everyone's head. No one could break that sword with a punch.
It looked like Old Feng was right. This Frost Flood Dragon had lived for too long. It had already been more than twenty thousand years since the Tianwu Dynasty was established.
The Frost Flood Dragon had already exhausted its Luck. It would be impossible for it to undergo its tribulation and become an Ice True Dragon at this time.
When Xiao Chen looked to the front, he saw several figures standing at the limits of his vision. Their eyes filled with incomparable excitement. Clearly, they knew about this as well.
This old Dragon had been standing guard here for a very long time, causing many people with ill intentions to return in defeat. Today, it was finally going to die.
What kind of secrets did the first-generation Tianwu Emperor's tomb hide? It was finally going to be revealed.
Like these people, Xiao Chen was very curious about the first-generation Tianwu Emperor's tomb. He felt boundless anticipation in his heart.
However, when he arrived here and heard the sorrowful roars of that old Dragon, he could not help but be moved. Those who were not close friends would not be able to understand the meaning behind these words.
Xiao Chen did not know if he could be considered a close friend or not. However, he could understand the helplessness contained in these sorrowful roars.
What helplessness?
It was the helplessness of not being able to fulfill the promise of the first-generation Tianwu Emperor. It was the helplessness of seeing through everything in the world and standing at the peak of the Sky Dome Realm. In the end, he still could not escape death.
It was the obsession in his heart, unable to let go, unable to let go of this first-generation Tianwu Emperor's tomb.
Helplessness, helplessness, helplessness!
The rumbling thunder turned into malevolent lightning that tore through the sky and space, mercilessly falling into that cold pool.
Xiao Chen raised his head and looked into the distance. There were dozens of Martial Sages standing there. Their faces were all filled with extreme excitement. They were all very tense, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Xiao Chen's gaze moved between the cold pool and the distance. He shook his head slightly and slowly moved back. For some reason, he lost interest in this Tianwu Emperor's tomb.
He simply did not want to profane the obsession of an old Dragon that it had guarded for twenty thousand years.
Just as Xiao Chen's figure was about to enter the lake, thousands of purple lightning bolts gathered together and turned into a bolt of golden lightning.
It was as straight as a javelin, descending from the sky. Before it landed, the entire space trembled intensely.
Countless pitch-black cracks spread out in all directions like a spiderweb from where the lightning landed. The entire space seemed to shatter. "Ka ca! Ka ca!"
"Ka ca! Ka ca!" The cracks were like tentacles reaching Xiao Chen. However, a formless force stopped them, preventing them from advancing at all.
"This old Dragon is finished!"
Xiao Chen sighed softly as he looked at the cold pool, not even bothering to look at the horrifying cracks in front of him.
"Boom!"
The golden lightning instantly entered the cold pool, and the intense roars stopped. The Hidden Dragon Lake finally regained its calm. Amidst the silence, a great destruction silently occurred.
After a while, beams of green light came out of the cold pool, looking as beautiful as fireflies in summer.
When the spots of light landed on the ground, the desolate land beside the Tianwu Emperor's tomb immediately sprouted lush green flowers and grass. Suddenly, this barren land flourished with life.
The old Dragon was dead. Its long life essence was quickly dispersing. This was a miraculous scene for everyone.
The flowers and grass on the ground grew wildly. A great world filled with Spiritual Energy and a dazzling array of flowers appeared in this serene land.
Just as everyone marveled at this miraculous scene, a dragon pillar floated out of the cold pool. It gave off a bright light, resplendent like the sun, so piercing that it hurt the eyes.
The expressions of everyone around the Tianwu Emperor's tomb changed drastically. They felt an apocalyptic force, like it was going to blast the entire Desolate City into rubble.
"Oh no! This old Dragon is still restless even before its death. It wants to blow up the entire Desolate City and bury everything."
"It's over. We can't escape. This energy sealed off the surrounding space. We can't get out at all."
The many Martial Sages that soared up returned after hitting a wall. This time, they were truly anxious. Their faces turned ashen, and boundless despair filled their hearts.
However, after waiting for a while, they discovered that the dragon pearl had mysteriously vanished. The energy sealing off the space also vanished without a trace.
"This startled me. It turned out to be a feint."
"I knew it. This old Dragon was struck half-dead by lightning. How could it have the strength to do this?"
The surrounding Martial Sages released their bated breath at the same time. Then, they sized up the Tianwu Emperor's tomb once more. The despair on their faces vanished, replaced by boundless fanaticism. "Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
The figures of the Martial Sages flashed as they rushed towards the Tianwu Emperor's tomb. However, just as the group arrived near the Tianwu Emperor's tomb —
Electric light flashed, and a white figure suddenly appeared above the tomb.
"Everyone, please return. This Tianwu Emperor's tomb is not something you can open yet."
The sudden appearance of the white figure startled everyone. The number of Martial Sages in the Sky Dome Realm was limited. In this circle, everyone would know each other.
Even if they did not know each other, they would at least have heard of the other party's name. They would not be completely ignorant. However, they had never heard of such a young Martial Sage with an unfathomable cultivation.
"Little Friend, where are you from? Will you report your name?"
The Great Jin Nation's eight Noble Clans' Clan Head asked when he saw Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen was slightly stunned. It had only been two years, yet no one recognized him. This was strange.
Actually, Xiao Chen did not know that his appearance had not changed in the Kunlun Realm during the past two years. Instead, his aura had undergone an earth-shattering change.
The Sky Dome Realm's White Robed Bladesman was low-key and reserved, hiding his sharpness. He appeared calm on the surface but proud on the inside.
At this moment, Xiao Chen displayed his sharpness wantonly. Furthermore, he possessed the bloodline of an overlord. This invisibly influenced his aura. With one glance, he looked like a powerful treasure saber, resplendent and dazzling.
Xiao Chen appeared sharp, but his heart was as calm as still water. This was a great change from before. Furthermore, many people had not seen him before, so it was normal that they could not recognize him.
Only the Bai Clan's Clan Head and the Sima Clan's Clan Head, Sima Hong, showed uncertain expressions, finding him somewhat familiar.
However, they could not connect Xiao Chen's changed temperament to the White Robed Bladesman of the past. Furthermore, they were not willing to believe that a Martial Monarch could become a Martial Sage in a mere two years. This was too shocking.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and looked at the several dozen Martial Sages in front. He said, "My family name is Xiao, and my name is Chen. You should have heard of my name before.
"I remember that I even fought with some of you personally. What's wrong? It has only been two years, and you have already forgotten about this Xiao's existence?"
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