Long Qianren's Silver Dragon Spirit was sacred and mighty. It hovered above the Great Solar Dharma Form, like the Blue Dragon Dominating the Sun, blooming with vast and powerful power. It was truly magnificent.
In comparison, Dongfang Jian's three Blood Fiend Dragon Elephants did not seem so ferocious, nor so violent. In terms of dominance, they could not compare to Long Qianren's Silver Dragon.
Many cultivators gathered in the arena looked up at the breathtaking battle in the sky. Their hearts were shocked by the power of Long Qianren's Blue Dragon Tyrant Sun. It took a long time for them to recover from their shock.
Powerful!
Too powerful!
Terrifying!
Too terrifying!
Combining Little Tianming, Little Immortal's Decree, and Little Nature in one body, and with the majestic power of the Blue Dragon Dominating the Sun, it was no wonder that even the Immortals were afraid of him. He was too terrifying.
Even the Dixian and the Itinerant Immortals in the field were shocked and did not know what to do, let alone the cultivators with low cultivation.
One had to know that each of them was a senior who had cultivated for many years. They were all experienced and knowledgeable. It was not that they had not seen all kinds of things, big and small. It was not that they had not seen all kinds of things. But they were still shocked by Long Qianren's three unparalleled fortunes and the power of the Blue Dragon Dominating the Sun.
"Haha, the two of you are in a good mood."
Suddenly.
A faint chuckle came from the sky.
His voice carried a teasing tone. It wasn't loud, and the might of his voice wasn't strong, but everyone present was able to hear it clearly. Even stranger was that when the voice sounded out, it was like spring returning to the earth, like the scorching sun, like the silent autumn wind, and even like the cold winter. It seemed to contain boundless changes, and it was extremely miraculous.
Then, a man descended from the sky.
He really did descend from the sky.
No one knew how he did it. By the time everyone reacted, the man had already begun to descend.
It was a man.
An extraordinarily handsome man with a dignified appearance.
The man had his hands behind his back. There was a charming smile on his handsome face.
What was amazing was.
When the man descended, he was covered in boundless light. His entire body was emitting multicolored light. The light was none other than Nature's Colorful Spirits. The Colorful Spirits came one after another. Nine layers, eighteen layers, twenty-seven layers, eighty-one layers … a hundred and twenty layers, a hundred and sixty-two layers, three hundred and sixty-four layers, four hundred and fifty-six layers.
Just like that, the colorful spirits continued to bloom one after another. More than six hundred of them had already bloomed, and they still didn't stop.
Seven hundred and twenty layers.
It continued to bloom.
This continued until the 811th layer was released.
For a time, the sky was filled with the colorful spirits of nature.
Meanwhile, that male's body was covered in endless radiance, releasing eight hundred and eleven great natural colored spirits. It was as if a deity had descended into this world, leaving everyone stupefied and shaken.
Of the nine out of nine, eight hundred and eleven were naturally colored spirits.
Could it be … could it be that he was the legendary Son of Nature, the Purple Cloud Celestial Duke, Flowing Light Tower?
It's him!
It must be him.
Other than Flowing Light Tower, no one else possessed such a miraculous nature spirit.
That's right.
Amazing.
It was so magical that it made people want to kneel down and worship it!
It really was such a feeling.
At this moment, Flowing Light Tower descended from the sky. His body was covered in endless radiance, releasing eight hundred colors of nature. It was truly as if a deity had descended into this world. It was unbelievable.
When he descended from the sky, nature changed. Yin and Yang moved, and the five elements changed. It was as if he was the Son of Nature that ruled over the laws of nature.
Dongfang Jian, who had the Little Destiny, the Little Immortal Edict, and the three Blood Fiend Dragon Elephants, was already very terrifying.
Long Qianren, who had the Little Destiny, the Little Immortal Edict, the Little Nature, and the might of the Azure Dragon Tyrant Sun, was even more terrifying.
Now, there was another Flowing Light Tower.
And Flowing Light Tower, who possessed the nine out of nine, eight hundred and eleven great colored spirits, could no longer be described as terrifying.
His existence was simply … simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Think about it.
When a person descended, even nature would change. Even Yin and Yang would move, and even the five elements would change.
And this was merely power.
Who could imagine just how powerful Flowing Light Tower's strength was?
No one.
But all the Loose Immortals present could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in his eight hundred and eleven great colored spirits. It was as if with a single thought, he could make people disappear without a trace.
If Long Qianren's existence was said to make all the Loose Immortals present feel fear, then Flowing Light Tower's existence was not just fear.
Then, the existence of the Flowing Light Tower was not as simple as making them feel fear. Instead, it made their hair stand on end, their minds tremble, and they felt fear.
Others might not know how terrifying Flowing Light Tower's strength was. Even these Loose Immortals did not know. But there was one thing they knew clearly. They also knew what it meant for nature to change, and what it meant for Yin and Yang and the five elements to move. It meant that Flowing Light Tower's existence might have already merged with nature. Every move, every move, even a thought, or even a glance, could contain the boundless power of nature.
How could they not be fearful and fearful?
"I wonder if this Duke could lend you two a helping hand?"
Flowing Light Tower's figure stopped in midair. He stood with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face as he looked down at Dongfang Jian and Long Qianren.
The expression on Dongfang Jian's cold and arrogant face changed again and again, as though he was extremely fearful of Liu Guang Que, and did not dare to say anything. Turning back to look at Zhou Taihe, he did not hesitate and returned to Zhou Taihe's side.
Long Qianren did not seem to be afraid of Flowing Light Tower. He snorted coldly and flew to the same height as Flowing Light Tower. He stared at Flowing Light Tower and said, "Flowing Light Tower, why are you blindly joining in the fun?"
"Join in the fun?"
Flowing Light Tower shook his head and said with a faint smile, "I just want to liven things up for you two. That's all."
"Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have the eight hundred and eleven colored spirits of nature. Let me tell you, others may be afraid of you, but I, Long Qianren, am not!"
Long Qianren was very unhappy with Flowing Light Tower and it seemed that this was not the first day or two.
Indeed.
Because he came from the Long family of the Clouds, his identity was extremely prominent. Although the Flowing Light family had been in the limelight in the modern era, it still could not be compared to the Long family of the Clouds.
In Long Qianren's eyes, Flowing Light Tower was just a lucky upstart. There was nothing special about him.
The reason why he was unhappy was because Flowing Light Tower, this upstart, not only stole his limelight in the Divine Prefecture, but also in the Yanluo Kingdom. All the glory that originally belonged to him was taken away by Flowing Light Tower. Naturally, Long Qianren was very unhappy.
Of course.
Although he was unhappy.
Although he said that he was not afraid, Long Qianren had to admit that Flowing Light Tower's eight hundred and eleven colored spirits of nature were too powerful. They were so powerful that even if he used all his skills, he could not do anything to them.
At this time.
A long sound that sounded like a bugle horn came from the sky.
The momentum was vast and deafening.
This sound seemed to be accompanied by rolling immortal power, solemn and respectful. Everyone gathered at the foot of Panlong Mountain was in awe.
But any cultivator knew that this sound was Sengoku's signal.
Generally speaking, whenever an emissary of Sengoku descends, Sengoku's signal would sound most of the time to warn everyone to be ready to retreat and welcome them respectfully.
Sengoku's signal sounded, which meant that Sengoku's people were about to descend.
(End of Chapter)
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