The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 252 The Demeanor of a True Taoist Master
The roar of dragons echoed through the sky, tearing apart the vast sea of ​​clouds over Zhongnan Mountain like a boulder falling into a still lake, creating ripples.

It surged and roared, its sound reaching the heavens.

Louguan Road.

Xiweizi vanished in an instant, looking up at the sky. Accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar, the water vapor in the entire Louguan Pass began to become thick and powerful, and an ancient and majestic dragon aura spread out, making people's hearts tremble.

The old Taoist priest's expression gradually became solemn. He stretched out his finger and pressed it against the layers of water mist, carefully sensing them.

"The aura of an ancient dragon species..."

He was surprised and doubtful.

How could such an ancient dragon appear in my Zhongnan Mountain territory?
First it was the Reclining Buddha Temple, then the Weaver Girl's disguise, and not long after, the ancient dragon's roar appeared again. Even the old Taoist priest was a bit of a headache. The Taoist disciples all raised their swords or activated their altars. Streams of light flew up, and the atmosphere was solemn and tense, as if facing a great enemy.

Kurongzi shouted, "What's going on?!"

"Xiweizi, what happened to your Louguandao sect again?!"

"Let's relinquish the title of leader of the number one Taoist sect in the world."

Inside the courtyard, Zhou Yan looked at Ao Xuantao, whose body was radiating an aura of rising power, and his expression became solemn. Instantly, he activated the earth veins of Zhongnan Mountain and raised his hand to begin a spell.

The flow of energy from the Zhongnan Mountains, using the principle of earth overcoming water, temporarily restrained and suppressed Ao Xuantao's uncontrollable, powerful dragon might, preventing it from damaging the surrounding buildings and disciples.

Xiweizi's voice came through, asking, "Grandmaster Uncle, what's going on?"

"There's a strong water element in your courtyard."

Zhou Yan replied loudly, "It's an old friend of mine. He's made a slight breakthrough, so you don't need to worry. Just relax."

As Zhou Yan spoke, he made a hand seal, allowing his voice to spread far and wide, reaching the ears of the many Taoist disciples of Louguan Temple on Zhongnan Mountain. Thus, these Taoist disciples, who had been shaken by the earth-shattering dragon roar, finally calmed down.

"Was it done by my grandmaster uncle?"

"Since it concerns Grandmaster Uncle, such a large commotion is to be expected..."

Although their initial wariness dissipated, the Taoist disciples were still filled with curiosity. They dispersed and looked up from the Taoist temples and pavilions, gazing at the wondrous sight of the churning sea of ​​clouds and the shadowy dragons appearing and disappearing.

Zhou Yan's eyes rippled as he looked at the scales flowing in the misty water. Ao Xuantao's original body seemed to have been stretched to a huge size, his body thickened, and his original scales were stretched open with cracks.

Below are scales that appear to be softer.

Dragons and snakes, like all creatures, have a time when they transform and are reborn.

The dragon scales that were revealed emitted a dark gold color, with ancient patterns appearing and disappearing, possessing a unique charm. As the last rays of light dispersed, the clouds suddenly spread out, directly enveloping the entire Zhongnan Mountain.

The disciples of Louguandao exclaimed in surprise, only to see their young grandmaster take flight.

"Look, look there!"

"Grandmaster Uncle!"

Zhou Yan rose into the air on the wind, and everyone looked over at the sound. They saw the young Taoist standing steadily on the majestic eaves of the main hall of Louguan Temple. He was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe with a snow-white inner garment. The wide sleeves of his robe were filled with the wind, making him look like an immortal riding the wind.

With a sudden jolt, he formed a hand seal and brought his hands together in front of him, with a jade-handled whisk resting on his arm.

Behind them are the four ancient characters: 【太上楼观】.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, the mountain winds howled, and the world was in turmoil, but his body remained still and unshaken, like a pillar that stabilized the sea. This made his figure appear thin, yet he possessed an otherworldly and refined demeanor. The young, unruly hero of that time already had the bearing of a great master, the leader of three major Taoist sects.

Xiweizi's mustache twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled up, then he tried hard to suppress it.

Meanwhile, Kureiko, standing nearby, watched with envy.

Why is it that all the good things seem to go to you, the Taoist priest, who takes them all?!

If this could be turned into a painting and posted out, people seeking the Dao would flock there in droves, and the gates of Louguan Dao would be worn down by the crowds!

The old Taoist priest was a man of his word, always speaking his mind directly.

Envious!

Zhou Yan turned his gaze to the surging sea of ​​clouds and laughed loudly:

"It seems that the effect is even better than expected."

"Elder Ao, please show yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the word "Guan" carried far and wide. Before it even finished, a deep and majestic dragon roar, far more powerful than before, resounded from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

boom! ! !
Two imposing dragon horns pierced the clouds first, followed by an enormous dragon head that slowly emerged, its dark golden scales swirling in the clouds, exuding an aura of oppression naturally carried by a colossal creature.

Ao Xuantao's true form has already transformed. Dark golden scales cover his slender and graceful massive body, his horns are becoming more ferocious and majestic, and his dragon eyes are flashing with a faint and ancient radiance.

Its length has increased dramatically from 100 zhang to over 130 zhang.

The dragon-like form has begun to fade, and it is starting to resemble a real dragon!

The power of the dragon race lies hidden in its bloodline. A single drop of blood from an ancient dragon species is enough to transform an ordinary fish into a dragon, let alone Ao Xuantao, who has already transformed into a jiaolong.

It's like a complete transformation.

The enormous dragon head was larger than the entire main hall. As its gaze swept across the room, its surging dragon might, not yet fully subsided, unconsciously dissipated, creating a sense of oppression that caused the surrounding disciples to instinctively retreat. A true dragon?!

This is clearly the legendary form of a true dragon.

However, the giant beast's gaze towards the boy atop the palace was filled with an indescribable reverence and submissiveness. It slowly lowered its head, and a deep dragon's roar echoed through the mountains:
"Ao Xuantao, thank you for saving my life, my lord."

The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "This is your own destiny."

"Eating this stuff didn't do any good."

"Are you going to show me the scenery of Zhongnan Mountain again? Okay."

The young Taoist priest smiled freely, took a step, and stood firmly on the majestic dragon's head. The dragon roared, its voice shaking the heavens. The enormous dragon body stirred up the wind and clouds, parted the clouds for thousands of miles, and carried the young Taoist priest into the sky, its speed far surpassing that of the past.

In an instant, it transformed into a dragon shadow and disappeared into the azure sky!
After Xiweizi and the others comforted their disciples, they rushed to Zhou Yan's courtyard. Zhou Yan and Ao Xuantao had already returned. When Ao Xuantao transformed into human form, he was no longer an old man, but was much stronger than before.

A new sense of majesty appeared between his brows, and his posture was somewhere between a middle-aged dragon king and an elderly water king. Standing behind Zhou Yan, his demeanor was solemn and composed. Xiweizi was overjoyed when he learned of the development, knowing that his journey to Shu would be much safer.

Ao Xuantao's strength has reached the peak of the sixth rank, and his combat power is approaching the threshold of the fifth rank.

Furthermore, it has not yet been able to completely dissolve the essence and blood of Manjushri Bodhisattva's true form.

As fellow dragons, this drop of blood had a far greater effect on him.

Zhou Yan said, "Then, I'll trouble Elder Ao to come along the waterway and meet me." Ao Xuantao nodded, and Li Zhiwei also volunteered to go with her to see Consort Shen. Zhou Yan pondered for a moment, thinking of the young Miss Li and Yang Taizhen, who came from the Three Mountains Overseas.

He slowly nodded, thinking that if Kaiming were here, he could also ask clearly what this so-called Yang Taizhen was planning.

Enlightened, though quite unreliable.

But it can be considered an external brain to some extent.

With everything arranged, Zhou Yan made another package and took out some things, including the jade talisman given by Si Chen of Jiu Lao Dong, his gourd magic weapon, the Mu De Gong gourd containing the soul of the peacock bird, the edict talisman of the head of Tai Shang Lou Guan, and the white jade lion cat.

"Meow?? Me too?" The lion cat looked completely bewildered.

"..."

The white jade lion cat saw that the young Taoist priest's true form did not move, but instead transformed into an avatar, stuffing all sorts of things into a package, hanging the package in front of its chest, tying it in a tight knot, and then putting itself on its shoulder.

The lion cat was immediately seized by a strong sense of foreboding, its claws gripping the robes of its avatar tightly: "No—!"

Just then, Zhou Yan noticed a small hand tugging at his sleeve.

"Zhou Yan".

Zhou Yan stood on the rock, and the petite Miss Li had to look up at him and ask:
"If you go ahead of time, how will we find you and meet up with you?" This was indeed a problem, but Zhou Yan had already made up his mind. He took a strand of hair from his temple, blew on it, and it turned into a bird in his hand.

This isn't an incarnation, it's just Nuwa's transformation technique.

With a flick of her finger, the bird flew into Li Zhiwei's hand.

"This little bird, though small, understands my heart."

"With this, I can sense your location and point out the way."

Li Zhiwei looked at the bird. Its feathers were soft and its eyes were bright. It hopped lightly twice in her palm, and its tiny claws tickled her slightly. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "What a convenient method."

"However, we are of one mind..."

Li Zhiwei watched the bird transform into a strand of hair, and casually sent it flying. The bird fluttered up but did not go far. It circled once on the top of Li's hair, gently picked up a strand of her loose hair, and then landed back on her shoulder, as if it had found a comfortable place to stand.

Xiweizi stroked his beard and teased, "This sparrow knows how to choose where to land. Grandmaster Uncle, this transformation technique is exquisite, but I didn't expect that the sparrow created would also follow its master and know to go to places that look good."

Zhou Yan's lips twitched slightly. Ignoring the Taoist, he simply thought for a moment, then wrapped the lion cat in his bundle and said, "Well then, everyone, we'll meet again in Sichuan." The lion cat finally realized something, its paw grabbing Zhou Yan's clothes, saying:

"No----"

The sound was drawn out.

The next moment, Zhou Yan's avatar transformed into a streak of light, using the escape technique personally taught by Nuwa, flying towards the land of Shu like a meteorite. This escape technique was extremely fast and had a great momentum, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

In the land of Sichuan, the young Taoist priest who had been keeping his eyes closed next to Kaiming slowly opened them.

"All right."

Kaiming said, "Huh?"

He looked at Zhou Yan suspiciously: "You've already found someone?"

Zhou Yan nodded, calmly stood up, and after waiting for a moment, turned to look in that direction: "Now, we can't let them humiliate Jiang Boyue any longer. Before the reinforcements arrive, we have to do something first."

Kaiming thought for a moment and asked, "When do we make our move?"

Zhou Yan reached out and grasped the three-pointed, double-edged sword.

His tone was calm, yet carried a hint of intense passion.

"today."

(End of this chapter)