Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

"Ao Huang, turn back."

A calm word brought the rushing river to a standstill.

On the Bailong River.

The wind stopped and the rain ceased.

The colossal creature, thousands of feet long, raised its dragon head, its vertical pupils slightly narrowed, carrying a mocking expression.

"Prince Zhenbei, are you going to stop me?"

In front.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted on both sides, and rays of golden sunlight fell down, making the river below shimmer.

A dignified middle-aged man, dressed in a black dragon-patterned robe, his black hair tied up, looked solemnly at the white dragon on the river, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"You've gone too far."

The Prince of Zhenbei's voice was low and suppressed with anger.

"Hahaha, Prince Zhenbei, we should stand together and break this damned fate of the Great Qian Dynasty. We will all be the winners."

The white dragon raised its head high and laughed loudly.

"The Great Qian royal family has declined, and the nation's fortune has been suppressed. It will dissipate sooner or later. I can still wait a little longer."

The Prince of Zhenbei stood with his hands behind his back and spoke in a calm tone.

"Oh!"

Bai Long chuckled.

"I have waited for this day for thousands of years, and today no one can stop me."

With the white dragon's rage.

The entire Bailong River below suddenly began to surge violently.

A sense of desolation permeated the air between heaven and earth.

The Prince of Zhenbei raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Great Qian Imperial City, then raised his hand and pressed down.

High in the sky, an overwhelming martial will erupted.

A colossal hand, reaching for the sky, crashed down upon the white dragon below.

Under this enormous hand, formed from pure martial will, even a white dragon thousands of feet long appeared somewhat small.

hold head high!

The white dragon roared, its murderous intent fully revealed.

Those who obstruct one's path are sworn enemies!

A fierce battle erupted between two peak fifth-realm experts on the White Dragon River.

……

The Imperial City of the Great Qian Dynasty.

This great dynasty, which stood for thousands of years, has decayed like a dead tree.

Since the fall of that sixth-realm Martial Saint a hundred years ago.

The imperial family of the Great Qian Dynasty is declining day by day.

Times have changed.

The current ruler of the Great Qian Dynasty is obsessed with pleasure, and his martial arts cultivation is barely at the second level.

The entire capital city was under the control of the Grand Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Tianji Pavilion stands atop a majestic mountain in the east of the imperial capital.

Four lifelike dragons coiled on four white jade pillars, together guarding the palace above.

At the highest point of Tianji Pavilion, clouds and mist swirl around. Standing atop it, looking up at the sky, one is surrounded by a multitude of stars, a truly breathtaking sight.

The Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty, an elderly man with white hair and beard, sat cross-legged on the Heavenly Mystery Platform, stroking his beard, his eyes sparkling with wisdom.

His eyes seemed to pierce through endless distances, looking towards the northern and southern borders of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"The dragon transforms into a dragon, and the drought demon is born!"

With a wave of his hand, the old man slowly unfurled a landscape painting before him.

The entire territory of the Great Qian Dynasty is depicted within it, including the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.

At this moment, in the very center of the landscape painting, a giant golden dragon, bound by heavy black chains, lay weakly.

This is the suppressed fate of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"What a pity, the Prince of Zhenbei still made a move."

The old man stroked his beard, as if he had expected this.

How could a plan laid out over thousands of years be disrupted by a single variable?

As he reflected on this.

A drought demon emerged in the southern borderlands, and for thousands of miles around the Red Cliffs, countless wronged souls and resentful spirits rose to the heavens.

The White Dragon River in the northern border was turbulent, with corpses floating on its banks. Although the Prince of Zhenbei finally took action despite the pressure, it did not change the outcome.

The resentment of the people converged in the landscape painting.

The golden national destiny, bound by chains, looked weary, its figure fading as it was eroded.

Countless surviving members of the royal bloodline seemed to hear a mournful wail.

The fate of the nation!

collapse!

……

At the same time.

Throughout the Great Qian Dynasty, countless hidden grottoes and sects have sensed the undercurrents stirring within them.

The demons deep in the mountains seemed to sense something, and the national destiny that had been weighing on them vanished completely.

The demons rejoiced, and countless warriors and ordinary people died in their mouths that day.

……

The North!

Qingyuan City, Liu Mansion.

The sky has cleared up!

Luo Chen took off his rain-soaked straw hat, looked up at the sky, and was shocked.

Even if they are hundreds or thousands of miles apart.

The martial spirit dissipated from the great battle in that direction still made people feel suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere.

"it's over!"

The aftershocks of the battle gradually subsided.

Luo Chen muttered to himself.

Li Changsheng smacked his lips on his shoulder, looking forlorn.

"Senior, who won?"

Luo Chen asked curiously.

"I don't know." Li Changsheng suddenly seemed a little listless, then, as if remembering something, he continued.

"It's highly likely that the old dragon failed. A martial arts expert blocked its way, preventing it from continuing its transformation into a dragon. I didn't expect that this Zhenbei King had already reached the peak of Nirvana."

"The younger generation is truly formidable!"

Luo Chen was not surprised by the strength and realm of the King of Zhenbei.

To his surprise, the king of the North ultimately chose to intervene.

"The nation's fate has vanished!"

Suddenly, Li Changsheng, who had been looking languid, turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with seriousness.

"I can sense that the fate of the Great Qian Dynasty is utterly sealed!"

"Even with the Prince of Zhenbei intervening at the most crucial moment, he still couldn't prevent the nation's demise?"

Luo Chen was puzzled.

"Hehe, you underestimate that imperial advisor."

Li Changsheng scoffed, his fear of the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty growing ever stronger.

Because even now he still doesn't know what the other party is going to do.

He was already the supreme Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty. With the royal family corrupt, the Grand Preceptor was the heaven of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Li Changsheng simply couldn't understand why the other party wanted to disrupt the nation's destiny.

The demise of the Great Qian Dynasty brought him no benefit whatsoever.

On the contrary, because the nation's fortunes are not looking good, his abilities as the national advisor will probably decline significantly.

It's hard to say whether they can return to their current strength in the future.

Can't figure it out.

Li Changsheng simply gave up on thinking about it and became a coward.

Just as Luo Chen was feeling sentimental.

Several streaks of light rose into the sky above Qingyuan City.

Luo Chen took off the raincoat he was wearing, said something to the servants, and headed towards the Demon Suppression Division.

Within the Demon Suppression Division.

A large crowd gathered, and many of the rarely seen Demon Suppression Captains also arrived.

Luo Chen arrived carrying a golden scale, his golden cloud-patterned robe highlighting his youthful spirit.

"Boss!"

Wang Yue and his group were already waiting at the door.

Luo Chen continued walking, nodding slightly to them.

On the largest open square of the Demon Suppression Division, everyone looked solemn.

At this moment, on the high platform in front.

Chen Yu, the only remaining deputy commander of Qingyuan City, stood in front.

This period of half a month.

The positions of Chief Commander and Deputy Chief Commander of the Demon Suppression Division are still vacant.

I don't know what got in the way.

On the other hand, most of the people in the Demon Division of Qingyuan Town actually hoped that the current Deputy Chief would take office.

After all, this Deputy Chief Commander Chen Yu is quite capable and has enough experience to be a chief commander.

It's much better than parachuting in an unfamiliar commander from somewhere else.

Luo Chen stood beside the group of Demon Suppression Captains.

Several acquaintances nodded in agreement.

Wait quietly.

After all the Demon Suppression Captains had arrived.

Deputy General Manager Chen Yu spoke in a low voice.

"All Demon-Suppressing Guards, depart immediately for the White Dragon River to suppress the rioting aquatic tribes!"