Outside the Great Lake of the Desolate God.
More than a dozen giant dragons floated in the sky, shaking their heads and wagging their tails in pain.
After a while, Long Jie, the oldest among them, calmed down first. He found that the strange power that seemed to be restraining their souls and bloodlines was gradually disappearing.
In the next moment, Long Jie assumed his human form and looked towards the forbidden land of the Fallen Moons from the depths of the clouds with eyes filled with endless hatred.
The rest of the Dragon Race clansmen transformed into human form and stood behind him.
They were all old dragons who had lived for thousands of years. They all knew about the unbearable past and the existence of the Dragon Beheading Platform.
Compared to the hatred of Lu Liu, who had devoured Long Qi, this hatred was not even worth mentioning.
"Is it that thing?"
A frost dragon that had transformed into an icy old man asked in a deep voice beside Long Jie.
"It's that Dragon Beheading Platform." Long Jie nodded slightly. "The three high sects have promised that as long as we do our best, the Dragon Beheading Platform will be removed. The Dragon Beheading Platform will be moved away from the dragon vein. "
As soon as he said this, the eyes of all the giant dragons burned with passion.
As long as the Dragon Beheading Platform suppressed the largest dragon vein in Haoran, the limits of the dragons' bloodlines would be suppressed, and they would never be able to reach the ultimate level.
Without the birth of a rank ten Dragon God, the dragons would never be able to talk to the three high sects, the Devil's Palace, and the Goblin Temple on equal terms.
Not to mention that the dragons would rule over all living beings in Haoran like they had done in the past.
Long Jie was an ancient Five-clawed Golden Dragon. If it weren't for the Dragon Beheading Platform and the dragon vein, he would have become a rank ten Dragon God long ago.
"Forefather, there is hope for the dragons to regain our former glory!" The frost dragon let out an excited dragon cry.
Many of the cultivators of the Divine Might Empire and the powerful monsters of the Great Lake of the Desolate God were alarmed.
Surprisingly, none of the powerful great demons in the great lake gave any response.
It was as if they had all received instructions from the Desolate God, and knew that these giant dragons had been pardoned by the three high sects, the Devil's Palace, and the Goblin Temple, and had become the three high sects' claws.
Otherwise, the giant dragons of the Dragon Tribe would not dare to run amok outside the Great Marsh.
"In this world, the number of supreme experts is constant. The Dragon Beheading Platform has suppressed the fate dragon vein of our Dragon Clan, causing us to be unable to recover. Since our Dragon race did not have a Dragon God, the slots that we lost were naturally used to create other Utmost Beings. However, with the return of the Shenhun Sect, there will definitely be Primordial Spirit experts and demon immortals that perish this time! "
Long Jie licked his lips. His golden eyes shone with a murderous light.
"With the death of the Yuan Shen and the demon god, the supreme seat will be vacated! If the Dragon Beheading Platform breaks free from that dragon vein, nothing will be able to suppress me. I will quickly break through the limits of my bloodline and become the Dragon God of this era! When I become the Dragon God, the history of the Dragon Race being suppressed by the humans and the Monster Race will be over. "
Pausing for a while, Long Jie started to recall the glory of the past. "Thirty thousand years ago, when we ruled Haoran, there were five Dragon Gods!"
Hearing his words, the giant dragons present felt their blood boil.
Five Dragon Gods were more powerful than the three great sects, the Devil's Palace, and the Goblin Temple!
If these five Utmost Beings did not join forces, they would never be able to defeat the Dragon Race at their peak.
"The history of the vast heavens and earth has created many supreme forces. However, only the Shenhun Sect of the previous era can contend with us at our peak. At its peak, the Shenhun Sect also had five Divine Kings. Now, the Devil's Palace, the Goblin Temple, and the Goblin Temple have three demon immortals. The remaining three great sects, the Devil's Palace, and the other two great sects, only have two Primordial Spirit experts each. "
Long Jie raised his head and said proudly.
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"Thank you for not mentioning the Dragon Beheading Platform."
After the foreign experts, Xi Quan, and the others left one by one, Ghoul King Tian Zang let out a sigh of relief.
"How many pieces did the Dragon Beheading Platform break into?" Yu Yuan asked.
"Three pieces." Ghoul King Tian Zang answered, then said with a pained expression, "Of the three pieces of the Dragon Beheading Platform, one must be erected on the dragon vein. Otherwise, the Dragon Race will welcome a renaissance, and Long Jie will become a Dragon God. As for the remaining two pieces, I will reluctantly part with one and leave it to you. What do you think? "
Before Yu Yuan could agree, Tian Zang continued, "The Blood Spirit Altar absorbing the power of the Dragon Beheading Platform was allowed by the Divine King in the bronze coffin! I submitted to him and agreed to serve the Shenhun Sect for the sake of the Dragon Beheading Platform below! "
Yu Yuan subconsciously looked at the sky.
Only then did he realize that the entire forbidden area was enveloped by the Sealing Sky Soul Dissipation Formation. The sky was always dark, and nothing could be seen.
"He promised you?" Yu Yuan asked.
"Yan Qiling knows about it. Before he rushed out of the sky, he left a wisp of his will and reached an agreement with me. " Tian Zang nodded gently. "I will stay and help him do some things. He will help me take back the Blue Devil's Tear, so that I can use it to absorb the power of the Dragon Beheading Platform."
"Where is the real you?" Yu Yuan asked with a frown.
"One of the Dragon Beheading Platforms," Tian Zang answered.
"Let this soul of yours go back and merge with your true body. See if my yin divinity is also with you." Yu Yuan wasn't sure if his true body could enter, so he said to Tian Zang, "In case the other you clashes with my yin divinity."
He had lost contact with his yin divinity. Similarly, this Tian Zang's soul had left the Dragon Beheading Platform, so he didn't know what was going on inside.
The real Tian Zang was still refining the power inside one of the Dragon Beheading Platforms.
If his yin divinity stepped into it and was misunderstood by Tian Zang...
"You're a member of the Shenhun Sect. I won't do anything to you if I know that. However, I do need to go back so that my true self can learn about our conversation. "With these words, Tian Zang's soul flew into the hole in the stone.
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In a vast and boundless heaven and earth.
The earth was as silver as the Forbidden Land of the Fallen Moons. Dragon corpses that were as large as mountains were scattered on the ground like garbage.
However, if one examined them closely, they would find that although the dragon corpses seemed to be intact, they had actually been cut into pieces.
The chopped dragon corpses had been rearranged, as if they were a whole.
Like mountain ranges of different heights, the dragon corpses could be seen all over this heaven and earth.
At the center of this heaven and earth sat the Blood Spirit Altar, which was thousands of meters tall. The Turbid Demon Embryo was spread across the ground, while the Blood Altar and the Spirit Altar above it shone with a blue jade-like luster.
The towering altars were translucent, sparkling, and dazzling.
Countless tiny dragons that were wreathed in lightning, spitting flames, shaking frosty sparks, or shining golden scales were sucked into the Blood Altar and the Spirit Altar, and vanished in a flash.
One dragon after another was killed here, their blood spilling over the earth. Their shattered dragon souls were imprisoned, unable to return to the origin of the yin veins.
Over time, they morphed into tiny dragons that were a mixture of dragon blood and dragon souls.
They weren't real dragons, but a pure form of energy that contained dragon aura, dragon souls, and all sorts of dragon bloodline wonders.
At this moment, Yu Yuan's yin divinity floated high in the sky.
His yin divinity faced off against Tian Zang, who was standing on the altar that was thousands of meters tall.
In the distance, a dragon that was as large as a mountain range that had died thirty thousand years ago suddenly exuded intense hatred as soon as his yin divinity descended.
This hatred seemed to be boundless and spread all over the dragon corpse from thirty thousand years ago, as if it had traveled through time and space to this place.
Yu Yuan's yin divinity gazed at the dragon corpse that had been cut into seven pieces, and sensed the aura of time from the endless hatred.
"The Dragon of Space Time, the former supreme of the dragons."
As Tian Zang, who was sitting on the Blood Spirit Altar, uttered the words "Dragon of Space Time," the dazzling dragons that had morphed from the dragon corpse suddenly let out sorrowful and indignant roars.
"It's already dead. What's the point of venting its emotions with its residual power of time and space?"
Tian Cang grinned viciously as the Turbid Fiend Embryo at the base of the altar unleashed a volcanic power that instantly extinguished the dazzling dragon shadows that had flown out of the seven-section dragon's corpse.
As the dazzling dragon shadows fell like a rain of light, the dragon corpse that had been cut into seven pieces finally quieted down.
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