Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 100 The God of Candlelight

To the north of Yongningzhou, high mountains stretch endlessly, their peaks covered in snow.

This is the boundary between Cangming Island and Yongning Island.

A giant beast, its body entirely white as if covered in snow, cried out in mournful pain.

She has the form of a dragon, but her snout resembles that of an eagle. She has no dragon horns, and her massive body has an uneven back, as if she were carrying mountains on her back.

She was being chased.

Li Zhengliao followed closely behind him, his face contorted with hatred.

Although they knew that the dynasty's fortunes were declining, there were so many cultivators at the fifth or even sixth realm to suppress it.

They also annexed their territory in advance, thinking that they wouldn't let too much of their luck leak out.

But first, the mythical red serpent was born in Zhongshan, Yongningzhou.

Then Yinglong traveled by water into the East Sea and took over the Dragon Court.

Then there's this giant beast in front of us.

No one worships her, and no living being believes in her.

She was born in this snow-capped mountain, a place devoid of any life.

If it weren't for the severe drought in Yongning Prefecture, he would have followed the underground water veins all the way here.

They probably still don't realize that another myth has been born in Cangming Continent!

"You wicked beast! Submit to the Dynasty! Surrender to the Dynasty!"

"I'll spare your life!"

"No!" the snow-white behemoth retorted.

"You're a human being, yet you didn't save anyone? I don't want to be with you!"

"Then die!" Li Zhengyuan said sternly.

His hands transformed into golden dragon claws, which he swung down fiercely.

The snow-capped mountains were severed, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was cut into the mountain range.

The snow-white behemoth's hind legs were almost severed.

She fell to the ground with a thud.

Tears streamed down her two bright blue eyes, which were tinged with white.

Instead of begging for mercy, he blamed himself.

"My children—I can't protect you anymore—"

"boom!"

Suddenly, a beam of light, as bright as the sun, exploded from the east.

"Huh?" Li Zhengliao turned his head in shock.

In the direction of Zhongshan, a bright sun rose.

"That red serpent actually forced those three fallen suns out?"

The man abandoned his attempt to kill the snow-white behemoth and turned to look at Zhongshan.

Golden light flashed in his eyes, and his divine light traversed most of Yongning Continent.

Under the blazing sun, the enormous, crimson creature folded and twisted its body.

Its entire body was almost completely burned by flames.

The stark white bones were exposed in the flames, blackened by the flames, with streaks of blackening climbing up them.

But those eyes, as bright as the sun and moon, still shone.

Like a flickering candle in the wind.

"I won't live much longer anyway, so take care of things here first."

Li Zhengliao turned around, intending to end the life of the snow-white behemoth.

A magnificent voice resounded above the heads of the man and the beast.

"Connect with the snow-capped mountains beneath your feet and send this person back to Yongningzhou."

"Ah! Ahhh?!"

The giant beast was horrified, unable to understand who was speaking.

She didn't know how to communicate with the Snow Mountain Mother.

Suddenly, a spiritual entity descended.

He placed her hand on the snow-capped mountain.

A vibrant pulse resonated through her soul, echoing in her heart.

"You! Get out!" the giant beast roared.

Li Zhengliao's vision blurred.

I am now standing on Chunhua Marsh, facing Zhongshan Mountain.

That sun is still burning.

There was something pressing down on its head.

That being seemed to be made entirely of congealed blood.

It has the shape of a dragon, with two large horns on its head that look like the forked branches of an old tree trunk.

Its two claws gripped a long sword that seemed to be a matter of life and death.

Its enormous body resembles mountains and rivers, and its eyes hold the sun and moon.

It was as if He had reversed time.

He brought his body back to its peak condition.

"Come here." He commanded Li Zhengliao once again, as if he were in Zhongshan.

"you!"

"I did say I'd give them a fireworks display," the dragon said in a deep voice.

Zhongshan erupted with spiritual energy, causing the earth to crack open and reveal a fissure resembling an abyss.

The three-legged golden crow ascends to the heavens, riding the sun.

Although the sun was waning, the crow was still somewhat out of control.

The dragon raised its hand, and a divine aura enveloped Zhongshan.

The essence of the sun dissipating into the air seemed to flow backward, converging into its hand.

Just when the golden crow was exhausted, it suddenly returned to its peak.

Li Zhengliao wanted to escape.

But as he moved forward, he transformed into someone who was approaching the great sun in the red serpent's hand.

Whether you go left, right, up, or down, you cannot escape the mysterious Taoist aura surrounding you.

"Timeline—!" Li Zhengliao cried out in horror.

The golden protective shield that enveloped him shattered with a crash.

No matter how he called out, he could no longer summon that power of the stars.

It was as if the being of the Central Continent would rather break the alliance than face the Crimson Dragon at this moment.

His body aged rapidly. But individual organs became younger.

With death and life intertwined, time passes extremely slowly.

Even a blink of his eye seemed to take an entire spring and autumn to pass.

His internal organs, like rusted gears, meshed together, working with difficulty.

"Let him continue to be tortured," the Red Dragon sighed.

It raises one hand, pointing towards the sun that the golden crow has sent into the sky.

The sun sets.

The sun exploded with a deafening roar.

The blazing flames rolled across the sky, forming a long dragon.

The calamity of the drought was drawn away from the earth by this long dragon.

The giant dragon, igniting the dazzling fireworks, meandered across the entire territory of Yongningzhou.

Then it flew westward and vanished into the darkness.

Suddenly, a crisp sound, like a mirror shattering, rang out between heaven and earth.

For two years and more than half a year, Yongningzhou remained silent without the sound of thunder.

At this moment, we are once again bathed in dark clouds and thunder.

The crimson dragon stands proudly between heaven and earth.

Creatures yearning for rain rushed out of their caves and houses, gazing at the dark, cloud-covered sky.

A bright red light shone in their eyes.

"The God of Zhongshan!"

"Eternal Peace God!"

They cheered.

"Red candle! Red candle! Red candle!"

At this moment, Zhongshan released the barrier of spirituality, allowing the torrent of countless interwoven sounds to wash over the red dragon.

The red dragon scanned the surroundings with the candlelight in its eyes.

The gaze falls on the central island in the northeast, and then on the sea in the east.

One dynasty, one imperial court.

They tried to stop their own rise, but failed.

Heavy rain fell, flowing over the entire body of the red dragon.

"Roar!" the red dragon roared.

The Central Continent Dynasty and the East Sea Dragon Court were bathed in the roar of a crimson dragon, as if chewing on the raging lava.

A dragon-shaped shadow with wings rose from the eastern sea.

The Central Continent Dynasty rises in a winding path, like a colossal golden dragon with five claws.

They watched coldly as this newborn myth roared across the heavens and earth.

Before it could even roar in anger.

The red dragon swung its claw.

The iron-gray rain curtain obscured their figures.

The red dragon meanders back to the mountain and coils on the highest peak of Zhongshan.

The creatures that it had hidden deep underground to watch the battle were all released.

"Candle! Candle! Candle!" The little fox ran happily up the mountain, its eyes glistening.

"A thoroughly enjoyable battle." The Mountain Lord and many of Zhongshan's strange beasts seemed intoxicated, completely absorbed in the experience—

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Zhao Ying stepped forward and leaned against the mountain king's leg.

Her lips curled up, but her eyes were somewhat dim.

"Great fireworks, although the process was a bit dramatic."

"Next, it's time for us to reclaim our land. Does this count as a formal declaration of war against the Central Continent Dynasty?" Tu Die looked at the red dragon perched atop the peak.

Her heart was pounding.

The mountain lord transformed into human form.

Zhao Ying almost fell.

"There are still many accounts to settle."

"Get ready."

They both said in a deep voice.

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