Honghuang: Starting from the Enlightenment of the Great Emperor Dongyue

Chapter 58 Locking the Dragon
The River Styx floated quietly in the depths of the sea of ​​blood, the blood-red waves surged, and the occasional gushing dirty blood caused ripples on the water surface.

He was wearing a dark robe and playing with a top-grade innate spiritual treasure in his hand that emitted a faint glow. It was given to him by Hongjun himself. He sat cross-legged on a blood-red lotus platform, surrounded by the two killing swords Yuantu and Abi.

The primordial purple energy roamed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the wisps of smoke-like aura were filled with the Dao rhyme of creation.

He originally thought that with his countless kills and the foundation of condensing boundless bloody murderous energy, the most suitable path for him to take was the path of killing.

However, when he actually came into contact with the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he discovered that his future path was not killing, but creation!

He was born from a sea of ​​blood. Although he was born with the way of killing, he also inherited some of the way of creation.

"Fate..." Minghe muttered to himself, a hint of doubt flashing in his scarlet eyes, "What exactly is the teacher's intention?"

He was born from the sea of ​​blood. Although the sea of ​​blood was filthy, it contained a trace of the origin of the Great Dao of Creation. This might be the reason why Patriarch Hongjun bestowed upon him the Hongmeng purple energy representing the Great Dao of Creation.

"Teacher, do you think that the immortals and demons are not qualified to be the protagonists of destiny?" Minghe's eyes were dim, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

The demon clan is a group of creatures with fur and horns, born from eggs in moisture. If they were not affiliated with the Xuanmen, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat even the witch clan.

The immortal race is nothing more than a few clear streams among all races who practice immortal arts. They seem powerful now, but in fact they are just struggling to survive and rely on numbers to win.

"In the next two days of fighting, the battle between the witches and the liches, and the battle between the gods, both races will inevitably suffer heavy casualties. Even Di Jun and Dong Wanggong may not be able to escape unscathed..." Minghe thought to himself, "If I can create a new race to replace them as the protagonists of the prehistoric world..."

Thinking of this, the murderous heart of the Minghe River, which had been cold for thousands of years, suddenly jumped twice.

"The Wu Clan! Born from Pangu's blood and essence, they are born with a natural body of Taoism. They seem to be the true protagonists of destiny!" Minghe had a flash of inspiration, but immediately shook his head, "No, although the Wu Clan is powerful, they are ultimately a group of simple-minded reckless people. They have no spirit and soul. They are not the protagonists of destiny recognized by the teacher."

"But if we can combine the Wu Clan's physical advantages with their spirits..." Minghe's eyes flashed with brilliance, "Although I don't have Pangu's blood essence, there is countless filthy blood in the sea of ​​blood. Although its quality is not as good as that of blood essence, it will not be as overbearing as blood essence and will not hinder the development of the spirit. If we can use the filthy blood in the sea of ​​blood as a foundation, we can create a perfect race with both an innate Dao body and a powerful spirit..."

Thinking of this, Minghe's breathing became rapid, as if he had already seen the glorious scene of the race he created dominating the wilderness and becoming the protagonist of heaven and earth.

He couldn't wait to start trying it.

The sea of ​​blood surged, and countless dirty blood gathered together. Under the control of the Styx, it kept changing, trying to condense into a new life form.

Repeated failures did not discourage Minghe.

He kept adjusting the proportion of dirty blood, adding various rare treasures, and even willingly spent his own blood and essence, trying again and again.

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At the same time, beneath the deep sea, in the dark depths of the sea eye, ancient and powerful auras are slowly reviving.

This is the last habitat of the dragon clan. After the first catastrophe of Longhan, the remaining dragon elites gathered here to lick their wounds and recuperate.

At the deepest part of the sea eye, a huge dragon ball emits a soft light, illuminating this dark space.

Around the dragon ball, there are more than a dozen real dragons of various shapes. They exude the unique pressure of the God Realm, and their scales sparkle with a deep luster. Even when they are sleeping, people dare not underestimate them.

Suddenly, an inexplicable wave swept across the entire prehistoric world, and the sleeping dragons woke up one after another.

"What's going on? This fluctuation..." A green dragon opened his eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"The Way of Heaven... the breath of the Way of Heaven! The Way of Heaven cuts itself off! A new heaven is born!" A golden dragon exclaimed, its whiskers trembling.

"Heaven cuts itself apart? How is this possible!" A black dragon roared in disbelief.

"This might be an opportunity!" A red dragon's eyes flashed with brilliance. "The way of heaven has been cut off. Now the situation in the prehistoric world has changed drastically. The opportunity for our dragon clan has come!"

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Qinglong snorted coldly. "During the Longhan catastrophe, my dragon clan suffered heavy losses. Now only a few of us are left. How can we even talk about an opportunity?"

"You can't say that. The Heavenly Dao cut itself down, and Hongjun established a new Heaven. Now that the Divine Dao is weak, it's time to use people!"

"Although our dragon clan suffered heavy losses during the Longhan catastrophe, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. We still hold some power over the water element, which we can use as leverage to cooperate with the Shinto!" The golden dragon's eyes gleamed, and his tone was excited. "Now that the position of the Northern Black Emperor is vacant, it is the perfect opportunity for our dragon clan to return to its peak!"

"But... if I convert to Shintoism, I will have to face Hongjun's [Juntian] together with Shintoism. Our strength is not as good as before. Can we really compete with Hongjun..." Qinglong was still a little hesitant.

The golden dragon shook his beard, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. "What are you afraid of? My dragon clan holds the power of water element, and we complement the position of the Northern Black Emperor. If the Shinto wants to completely control the north in a short period of time and improve our internal affairs, we must cooperate with my dragon clan!"

Jin Long added, "Besides, my dragon clan has the Black Emperor, how can we confront Hongjun head-on!"

The dragons listened to the Golden Dragon's analysis and nodded one after another, with fire burning in their eyes. They dared not forget the shame of the Longhan catastrophe for a moment. Now, the opportunity has finally come!

"Humph, collaborating with Shinto? Are those younger generations worthy enough?" Another black dragon snorted disdainfully. "My dragon clan is the ancient overlord. How can we be inferior to others?"

"Brother Black Dragon, you're wrong," the Red Dragon advised. "The situation is stronger than we are now. Our dragon clan is in decline, so relying on Shintoism might be a good option. Besides, our son Bixi is now the Eastern Ghost Emperor of Shintoism, a great emperor. With him, he can also protect our dragon clan."

"Submitting to Shinto? That's wishful thinking!" a white dragon roared. "My dragon clan would rather die in battle than bow to others!"

"What about relying on Hongjun?" another red dragon asked tentatively. "Daozu Hongjun won the final victory in the Dragon Han Tribulation. Even the Heavenly Dao was forced to cut itself off to resolve the cause and effect. Relying on him is better than relying on those descendants of the Divine Dao, right?"

"Depend on Hongjun? Have you forgotten how we begged him for help during the first calamity of the Dragon and Han Dynasty but were refused?" Qinglong shouted angrily, "Now that we are in dire straits, begging him again will only make him despise us even more!"

"But now, apart from Hongjun and Shinto, who else can we turn to?" Chilong asked helplessly.

For a while, the dragon ancestors each held their own opinions and argued endlessly, and no one could convince anyone else.

At this moment, an even more ancient and powerful aura came from the depths of the Dragon Ball, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire Sea Eye.

"Shut up, everyone!"

A low and majestic voice sounded, shaking the dragon ancestors.

The dragon ball shone brightly, and Yinglong soared into the sky, its wingspan covering the sky and the sun. Its scales were as bright as stars, emitting colorful light. Ancient runes were engraved on each scale, containing endless water power.

"Ancestor Yinglong!" All the dragon ancestors exclaimed in unison, their eyes filled with awe.

Yinglong, one of the oldest beings of the dragon clan and the only surviving emperor of the dragon clan, was seriously injured in the first catastrophe of the Dragon Han Dynasty and has been sleeping ever since.

"The Heaven's own destruction and the great changes in the ancient world are indeed the hope that my dragon clan can take on again." Yinglong spoke slowly, his voice full of vicissitudes.

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The avenues, filled with purple mist, intertwine and flow in the sky, circling and dancing.

Taicang sat cross-legged in the middle of the avenue, wearing a golden imperial robe, with his eyes slightly closed.

The three thousand great ways are vast and boundless, and each one contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

Taicang eagerly absorbed the power of the Great Dao, trying to integrate it into himself and use it for his own benefit. However, this was not an easy task.

These great principles were not his inheritance, so he had to start from scratch, just like a babbling child, learning all over again, so progress was slow.

"No need to rush, no need to rush." ​​Taicang muttered to himself, refining the three thousand great ways is to prepare for truly transcending heaven and earth in the future, which is not an easy task.

He is now a half-step supreme being, even inferior to his clone Di Tai, but most of this half-step supreme being's strength is accumulated with the help of the merits of heaven and earth, not his true strength.

If one transcends heaven and earth, all merits and virtues will turn into nothingness and return to heaven and earth.

"That's good. While I'm trapped in the sky by this curse, I can concentrate on refining the Great Dao." Taicang thought to himself.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Oh, those arrogant real dragons finally couldn't help it?"

At this moment, he clearly sensed a fluctuation in the water element of heaven and earth. He was very familiar with this fluctuation.

"It seems that you can't wait any longer." Taicang chuckled, he took out the [Divine Whip], threw it lightly, and it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

"Now that we can't leave Cangtian, and Di Tai also needs to suppress the earth and can't escape, the responsibility of monitoring the gods will be handed over to Di Cang. Let's also hand over the matter of Emperor Shui Yuan to him."

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In the Qingdi Palace, Emperor Cang sat on a cloud bed, wearing a green imperial robe. His body was surrounded by rich wood power, full of vitality.

Suddenly, the [Divine Whip] came out of nowhere and fell into his hands.

Di Cang took the divine whip and smiled faintly, as if bathed in spring breeze. "So that's how it is..."

The next moment, his figure faded and disappeared in the Qingdi Palace.

Deep sea eye.

A hearty laugh suddenly echoed across the world, revealing a hint of pride.
"The Blue Emperor's presence brings honor to my humble humble home! I, Yinglong, am sorry for not coming to greet you. I hope the Emperor will forgive me!"

Before he finished speaking, a powerful water staircase appeared out of thin air, leading Di Cang to the depths of the sea eye.

At that time, the Ancestral Dragon and the possessed Qilin died together, and only a remnant soul of Yuan Feng remained. The Dragon Ancestral Ying Longye was seriously injured, but barely saved his life.

Now, Yinglong is healing his wounds deep in the sea eye, while suppressing the sea eye in order to eliminate his own huge karma.

The deep eye of the sea seems to be the end of the world, with endless darkness and depth.

This is the origin of the law of water and the last refuge of the dragon clan.

Previously, Yinglong activated the power of water and took this opportunity to lure Taicang, the great celestial being of heaven and earth, into the depths of the sea eye.

But I didn't expect that it was only the Green Emperor who came.

Yinglong raised a smile. It seemed that Taicang and Hongjun were both defeated in the battle outside the sky. In this way, Yinglong felt that he had a greater chance of demanding the power of the Black Emperor.

Yinglong's huge body is like a towering mountain, stretching across the eye of the sea, blocking out the sky and the sun.

But beneath this glorious surface are scars so deep that one can see the bones. Even with the dragon race's powerful vitality, they cannot fully recover now.

"I have met with the Emperor and hope that he will forgive me for inviting you to see me in this way. I am powerless and cannot leave the Sea Eye."

Emperor Cang's expression remained unchanged. Facing Yinglong, he simply replied calmly, "Dragon Ancestor went to great lengths to lure me here. What was the purpose?"

Yinglong smiled slightly, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes: "Since that's the case, then I will speak frankly. Now that the world has changed drastically, and the dragon clan has mastered the water element, it is time to cooperate with the gods and jointly resist [Juntian]. If the gods give us the black emperor position, the dragon clan is willing to help us with all their strength."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Cang was slightly startled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Ancestor Yinglong, are you sure that the divine way is inferior to [Juntian]?"

Yinglong's smile deepened, but he didn't point it out directly. "Why is the Green Emperor so suspicious? My dragon clan is just trying to find a more stable position during this period of great change in the world."

Emperor Cang shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of indifference: "Who gave the Dragon Clan such courage to threaten the Divine Way with the danger of heaven and earth?"

Yinglong's expression changed slightly, and a hint of threat appeared in his tone. "Qingdi, why make another enemy for yourself? Shendao is offering the Black Emperor position in exchange for my True Dragon's help. Isn't that the best of both worlds? If we hate each other, it will be exactly what Juntian wants. I think Juntian will welcome the top power of the dragon clan. I believe Shendao does not want to see such a situation."

Emperor Cang laughed. The dragon race was truly arrogant. "Since we can't reach an agreement, Dragon Ancestor should continue to suppress the Sea Eye and strive to offset the karma as soon as possible in exchange for freedom."

[The Divine Whip] flew out and fell into Emperor Cang's hands.

The pressure of Emperor Di Cang at his peak was released unscrupulously.

The entire sea eye was filled with infinite golden light.

Yinglong stared at Di Cang coldly, "Is the Green Emperor trying to make an enemy of me?"

"You look too high on yourself!"

The magic whip lashed in the air, and golden dragons roared and flew out, turning into restrictions that sealed the origins of all the true dragons in the sea eye.

Yinglong was horrified and wanted to resist. He twisted his body, but was unable to interfere at all. The moment the [Divine Whip] appeared, his dragon ball fell into a state of death, and Shui Yuanye also let out a mournful cry.

He had never imagined that the current Shinto was so domineering and powerful. A mere emperor could easily suppress him, the former emperor, and the future fate of the dragon clan was completely sealed at this moment.

He growled unwillingly, "Qingdi, are you really going to be so heartless?"

Di Cang glanced at him, leaving Yinglong with a gorgeous figure.

The dragon clan is no longer the dragon clan of yesterday, and Shinto is no longer the Shinto of before!

Since Dragon Ancestor doesn't know what's good for him, then forget it.

The reason he was unwilling before was because Hongjun was around and the Way of Heaven was unclear. Forcibly depriving Shui Yuan of his position would not only be a disadvantage in terms of strength, but also fear that the dragon clan would become an enemy, and it might also arouse the displeasure of the Way of Heaven.

But now that the world is divided, the Way of Heaven has completely turned to the Way of God. Now that [Heaven] is surrounded by enemies, the Way of God will no longer tolerate it, nor will it be constrained by anyone.

Above the sea eye.

Emperor Cang waved his hand, and the Azure Dragon Formation surrounded the entire sea eye.

Now, no more incidents can happen.

(End of this chapter)