All the heavens, starting with Little Li Flying Dagger

After walking for an unknown amount of time,
Wang Gan and Ye Fan were both exhausted because they had lost their divine power. The little girl in their arms had long since fallen into a deep sleep. Only the Devouring Demon Jar in the little girl's hand was guarding them all around, emitting wisps of mysterious light.

We finally arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain.

At that moment, the two suddenly felt a chill, for on that sacred mountain, several figures stood side by side, looking down at them with icy gazes.

Wang Gan and his companion knew that this was an ancient forbidden land where creatures of flesh and blood could not survive. Even the divine robes of ancient sages could not withstand the erosion and flew away on their own, unwilling to venture deeper into the area.

No one can stay here for long. Those who can remain here are not human; they are terrifying and mysterious barbarian slaves, unparalleled heroes of the past!
Moreover, the Wilderness Slaves do not appear often; sometimes it takes hundreds of years for them to climb out of the abyss. But now, five of them have appeared all at once.

In contrast to Ye Fan's fear, Wang Gan remained remarkably calm.

The danger of the barbarians only applies to intruders; for his group, wasn't it because their master had returned?
On the contrary, Wang Gan looked with great interest at the group of slaves, or more precisely, the women among them.

The woman had bright eyes and white teeth, a slender neck, and was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water, with unparalleled elegance.

Dressed in white, she danced in the mountain wind, like a fairy from the moon palace about to ride the wind away, otherworldly and flawless, just like a figure in a painting.

Tianxuan Saintess!

Wang Gan knew the woman's identity clearly. She was the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan. After the destruction of the Tianxuan Holy Land, she was turned into a desolate slave by a ruthless person. She was also the white moonlight that both the Old Madman and Wei Yi longed for. In fact, the agreement between Wang Gan and Wei Yi included rescuing the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan.

Although he met the Holy Maiden Tianxuan, Wang Gan had no intention of rescuing her.

At this moment, even if they rely on Xiao Nannan to borrow the tiger's power and bring the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan out of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone, they still cannot solve the problem of the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan becoming a slave of the wilderness and losing her mind.

Only a Great Emperor, or even a super Great Emperor at the level of a Mortal Immortal, could attempt to save the lost consciousness of a Wild Slave. The difficulty was comparable to resurrecting a person!

Moreover, the environment outside the Beidou cultivation world may not necessarily be as suitable for the survival of the desolate slaves as the desolate forbidden zones.

Sure enough, the cold and indifferent wild slaves on the other side only glanced at Wang Gan and his group before consciously dispersing around and quietly disappearing from their original positions, seemingly both welcoming and protecting them!

The two remained silent the entire way until they reached the mountainside, their final resting place after traversing the starry sky.

Halfway up the mountain, in the ancient forest, a huge bronze coffin lies there quietly, showing its vicissitudes and antiquity, as if connected to the distant past.

"I never expected that we would be back."

Ye Fan sighed, his expression complicated.

More than five years later, nearly six years later, he entered the bronze coffin again. It was because of it that he came into this world, and now he was re-entering.

The bronze coffin that traversed the star field, its origins and destination unknown, is shrouded in too many secrets.

Ye Fan stepped into the ancient coffin, gazing thoughtfully at the hundreds of characters of Daoist scripture within.
Revisiting the ancient coffin, with different identities and cultivation levels, these Great Dao scriptures seem to have completely different understandings and flavors!
In an instant, the Daoist teachings flowed through Ye Fan's ears, and he gradually entered a state of deep meditation and enlightenment.

Wang Gan did not follow them inside. The system's power had already imprinted the Ancient Coffin Immortal Scripture firmly in his mind, so looking at it a few more times wouldn't do much good.

Wang Gan's gaze, however, turned to the depths of the ancient forest. Behind the ancient coffin, nine enormous dragon corpses, like a Great Wall of steel, remained uncorrupted to this day, shimmering with dark light and exuding a powerful aura that made one tremble.

"A true dragon."

Wang Gan took a deep breath, without a doubt.
This is also why he risked everything to return to the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Zone with Ye Fan.

These nine dragon corpses may be the only remaining true dragons in the world of Shrouding the Heavens—although they are just corpses, and although they are definitely not true dragon kings at the level of immortal kings, but at most true dragons from the immortal realm, they are definitely true dragons with pure bloodlines from ancient times, beings that surpass the Great Emperor!

In comparison, even the True Dragon Immortality Elixir, though good, is not as good as these nine True Dragon corpses—after all, corpses can't run away!

Without hesitation, Wang Gan sat cross-legged in front of the true dragon's corpse and activated the True Dragon Treasure Technique!

He formed hand seals, his blood surging within him, as if an ancient dragon were awakening.

As the True Dragon Treasure Technique was activated, the nine true dragon corpses in front of him also moved. The black scales shimmered with light, the void twisted, and they faintly emitted bursts of dragon might and dragon roars, resonating with the True Dragon Treasure Technique within Wang Gan's body.

Chant!
After an unknown amount of time, a dazzling golden light shot out from the top of Wang Gan's head, transforming into a vaguely giant shadow—a phantom of a true dragon, its body entirely gilded and its scales menacing, soared into the sky. Its horns were like ancient bronze mountains, and its eyes resembled the blazing sun.

Even the binding power of the ancient forbidden zone couldn't stop this dragon's roar from shattering the void.
The dragon shadow in the void suddenly looked up at the sky and roared.

The dragon's might spread, time and space froze, and all things returned to silence. That roar seemed to gather the might of the ten ancient ferocious beasts, merge with the imperial dragon energy, and directly approach the origin of the Great Dao!
The true dragon's might is immortal!
Wang Gan's eyes blazed, transforming into golden vertical pupils. His aura stirred up a fierce wind in the void, distorting the heavens and earth of the ancient holy land!
No matter how strong a true dragon is, it is nothing but a corpse before it. The so-called divine powers of the true dragon have all been annihilated in ancient history. What remains is only the indestructible might of the true dragon and the indestructible body of the true dragon!

After a long period of enlightenment, Wang Gan finally learned one of the techniques of the True Dragon Treasure Art – Dragon Might.

Wang Gan felt that the Dragon Might Technique was too ordinary, so he renamed this move 'The Immortal Might of the True Dragon!'

Once this move is unleashed, it is as if an ancient dragon has been reborn into the world. Just by standing there, all things submit to it, time and space stand still, and its power even materializes and distorts space!
Wang Gan laughed heartily, pleased that he had obtained another move of the True Dragon Treasure Technique!
"It's a pity"

Wang Gan glanced at the enormous dragon corpse, which resembled a mountain.

This dragon corpse and the bronze coffin were fused together and were personally melted down by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor. It was comparable to a Celestial King's artifact. Not to mention him, even if a Great Emperor came, he wouldn't be able to harm the dragon corpse in front of him in the slightest.

Wang Gan's desire to drink his fill of dragon blood and transform into a true dragon could only be temporarily shelved.
Boom!

Suddenly, a tremendous light shone from the top of the nine sacred mountains!

Not far from where Wang Gan's gaze fell, he saw the core area surrounded by the sacred mountain, where a divine spring stood, emanating a faint fragrance, and the spring pool was crystal clear.

This is the spring of life that he and Ye Fan drank from back then.

In this despairing place that could obliterate even the most powerful masters, there exists a spring of life that, in the darkness, aligns with the will of the Great Dao. Even at the extreme of death, a wisp of life remains, offering a glimmer of hope.

Ye Fan was immersed in it, healing his injuries to the Great Dao! (End of Chapter)