Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Chapter 111 Transformation into a True Dragon!

Rong Junwu Lie and the others stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with terror.

"This—this is—"

Suddenly, the thin mist that had been permeating the mountains and forests on the entire misty mountain began to surge and churn.

The fog rolled in.

The thick fog condensed rapidly in the wind, turning into cold rain.

In the blink of an eye, it roared towards them like a tidal wave.

Wind and rain intertwined, and the gale roared.

In an instant, it was as if a natural disaster had struck.

Everything before their eyes was covered by fog and rain.

A violent storm, carrying countless drops of rain, swept towards Rong Jun Wu Lie and his hundreds of cavalrymen.

In an instant, it was as if the sky had collapsed and the mountains and seas had been overturned!

They had never seen such a sight before.

Rong Jun Wu Lie stood frozen in place, unable to move, his body stiff and trembling.

A massive storm swept in.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

The rain was like a knife, tearing through the armor and slicing through the flesh.

Blood splattered, turning the wind and rain crimson.

The gale whipped up the cavalry and their horses, sending them flying and tumbling through the air like withered leaves.

One by one, people were swept into the air by the wind and then crashed heavily to the ground. The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. Screams, howls, and the terrified neighing of warhorses mingled together, as if hell had descended.

Wu Lie, the Rong ruler, was also caught off guard and was swept into the air by the gale.

He tumbled through the air, his wolf-skin cloak torn apart, and all he could hear was the howling wind.

Looking at the horrifying scene before him, which seemed as if the sky were collapsing, Wu Lie was stunned and dazed.

At that moment, he forgot everything; only one thought remained in the boy's mind.

Mountain God?

Lord of Mist Mountain?

Is this the Wushan God Lord that the Zhou people spoke of?

A scene from not long ago flashed through his mind like a fleeting glimpse.

At first, when he heard the name of the God of Fog Mountain, he just found it laughable.

What kind of inexplicable "Fog Mountain God" is this? Only the Zhou people would believe that!

Even when the Zhou emperor exclaimed "Lord of Mist Mountain" in surprise, he felt that with only a few hundred cavalrymen, this so-called Lord of Mist Mountain couldn't do anything to them.

Rong Jun Wu Lie looked dazed and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

So this is the God of Mist Mountain?

Is this the power of the gods?

Fear surged wildly from the depths of his heart. Wu Lie no longer cared about dignity and struggled desperately in the raging wind, screaming, "Spare me—"

"Lord of Fog Mountain, spare my life!"

"I know I was wrong, I—"

The sound was quickly swallowed up by the wind and rain.

On the misty mountain.

Hearing the echoing cries and pleas for mercy around him, Su Chen remained calm, as if he hadn't heard them at all.

He knew perfectly well that these Quanrong didn't know they were wrong, but rather that they knew they were going to die.

He showed no mercy to these barbarian invaders who frequently crossed the border.

He couldn't care less about other places, but since they were already here, they might as well stay.

Although he is currently only a Chilong, which can only be considered a pseudo-dragon, it depends on who he is compared to. Jiaolong alone can navigate water and drown many people, let alone him.

Under Su Chen's calm expression, and under the gaze of Shen Hou, Commander Jing Bo, and the Zhou Emperor, screams continued incessantly.

After a long time, the storm gradually subsided.

What greeted everyone's eyes was a scene of blood and corpses strewn everywhere.

Dead warhorses, broken weapons, and shattered armor were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed down the mud.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Quanrong cavalry, including their leader Wulie, all died here.

Seeing this scene, Shenhou's cavalry commander Jingbo, King You of Zhou, and others were in a daze.

Jing Bo was filled with horror.

Like Rong Jun Wu Lie, he hadn't paid much attention to the Mist Mountain God, thinking it was just hearsay, which is why he dared to come to Mist Mountain with Rong Jun Wu Lie.

But now—

Seeing the horrifying scene before him, his body trembled.

Not only him, but many of the cavalrymen present were also filled with fear.

If this Lord of Mist Mountain were willing, wouldn't it mean he could easily kill them and make them just like these Quanrong cavalry?

"Spare me!"

"Lord of Fog Mountain, spare my life!"

"We had no intention of offending you—"

With a whoosh.

It's unclear who started it, but in an instant, a whole bunch of people were kneeling at the foot of Wushan Mountain.

"We did not intentionally trespass into the sacred mountain; we were merely ordered to pursue the Zhou emperor, and had absolutely no intention of blaspheming the gods!"

"We beseech the divine ruler to bear witness!"

"I am willing to build a temple and offer sacrifices to the deity three times a year, without daring to be negligent in the slightest. Deity, please forgive me!"

They knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically towards the direction of Wushan, fearing that if the Wushan God displeased them, he would treat them the same way as these Quanrong.

At this moment, the mysterious and ethereal voice continued to ring out.

"Your Majesty, in consideration of the years you have offered sacrifices to me, stay near Wushan and I will spare your life."

"If you don't want to, then please do so."

Upon hearing this...

King You of Zhou was stunned and froze.

Immediately afterward, a clear hesitation flashed across his face, and he felt a growing sense of panic.

As the Zhou emperor and the ruler of all under heaven, he naturally did not want to stay in Wushan like this.

Once ruling the world and commanding the princes, if he stayed here, wouldn't he be no different from the common people in the mountains?

The thought that he might be confined to the mountains and fields in the future, with no more royal capitals and palaces, and no more courtiers paying homage to him, made King You of Zhou instinctively feel resistance.

At the same time, another, even stronger thought was churning within him.

The trend is over!

With Haojing fallen and the lords' minds in turmoil, going out at this time would be a matter of life and death.

Staying in Wushan might be the only way to survive?

Not long ago, Wushan Shenjun said that his original destiny was to die at Lishan.

Thinking of this, King You of Zhou felt a chill run down his spine.

He was truly terrified that if he left Wushan like this, he would probably die out there as soon as he stepped outside, fulfilling the so-called fate!

Having witnessed the power of the Mist Mountain God, he naturally did not believe that this was just the other party's casual nonsense.

King You of Zhou's expression shifted constantly, his mood unpredictable.

Soon, he, who was pleasure-loving, not particularly courageous, and extremely afraid of death, had already made up his mind.

Just as he was about to speak.

Not far away.

Upon hearing this, Jing Bo, the commander of Shenhou's cavalry, couldn't help but speak up, his voice visibly tense.

"Lord of Mist Mountain, this—"

Jing Bo swallowed hard, his face turning pale, and he didn't even dare to look at Wushan.

"The Zhou emperor—"

"We have come here on your orders to capture the Zhou Emperor. If we fail to capture him, Your Majesty will—"

He stammered halfway through his sentence.

The numerous cavalrymen under Shenhou were so frightened that they held their breath.

At the foot of the mountain.

The silence was eerily profound.

next moment.

The cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"What does that have to do with me?"

His voice was indifferent, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

"Lord Jun? Marquis Shen?"

"Who does he think he is? If you're not satisfied, you can go back and call that lord you're talking about here, and see if he dares to come."

These words were spoken.

The faces of Lord Jing and the cavalrymen under Lord Shen flushed instantly, their emotions in turmoil.

They wanted to refute it, but they couldn't.

After all, how could a lord like you dare to come to this place?

They had personally witnessed the power of this Mist Mountain God.

Compared to this God of Mist Mountain, emperors and lords are nothing.

The entire foot of the mountain was deathly silent.

Just then.

The mysterious voice rang out again, its tone still calm.

"I'll give you a little time. If you don't leave now, then you'll all have to stay."

These words were spoken.

Jing Bo and many of Shen Hou's cavalrymen broke out in a cold sweat.

"The gods are here; we cannot defeat them by force—" Jingbo looked deeply at the Zhou emperor, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including resentment and helplessness.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Retreat!"

Upon receiving this order, the Shenhou cavalry, who had been terrified, were immediately granted a pardon and mounted their horses without daring to linger for even a moment longer.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out, raising clouds of dust.

Hundreds of cavalrymen fled in panic, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would be left behind by the God of Mist Mountain.

Just a moment later.

At the foot of the mountain, only King You of Zhou and his entourage remained.

Seeing that Marquis Shen's cavalry had completely departed, King You of Zhou and his entourage breathed a long sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxing.

Looking at the misty Wushan Mountain, King You of Zhou's face showed a look of awe.

Without hesitation, he straightened his robes and bowed solemnly in the direction of Wushan Mountain, his voice filled with respect.

"By the Divine Lord!"

"I—will remain in Misty Mountain!"

"From this day forward, I wish to reside in Wushan Village, where I will offer sacrifices to the God of Deity year-round, hoping for His protection!"

Wushan remained calm, seemingly acquiescing to his words.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, King You of Zhou settled here with Bao Si, Bo Fu, and others.

Fortunately, they took a batch of gold and silver jewelry with them before they left.

In addition, the villagers of Wushan Village knew his identity and that this matter was tacitly approved by the Wushan God, so they were very respectful to him and his party, and their lives were not too miserable.

Although not quite like before, they are still living much better than ordinary people.

However, King You of Zhou and his entourage were doing quite well in Wushan Village.

As time passed, this matter eventually reached the ears of Marquis Shen.

Shen State.

Jing Bo, the disheveled commander of the Marquis of Shen's cavalry, returned to the State of Shen with several hundred men.

Soon, in the main hall.

Upon hearing Jing Bo's report, Marquis Shen was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

"Did all those hundreds of Quanrong, including Wulie, die?"

"The God of Mist Mountain?!"

He could hardly believe the news reported by Uncle Jing, but he knew who Uncle Jing was, and with the corroboration of others, the matter of Lord Wushan was obviously not false.

For a moment, he was powerless to do anything, and dared not speak out against his anger.

Even if the God of Mist Mountain said those things, he wouldn't dare go to Mist Mountain; he wouldn't be so foolish as to willingly go and die.

As for the Zhou emperor hiding in the misty mountains, he could only turn a blind eye and helplessly chose to ignore him, declaring to the outside world that the Zhou emperor was dead.

Soon, the Quanrong captured Haojing and plundered a large amount of wealth, livestock, slaves, and resources. For various reasons, they chose to retreat.

With Haojing destroyed and the Zhou emperor nominally dead, the feudal lords, including Marquis Shen, supported the former crown prince Ji Yijiu as the new king.

Because Haojing was no longer safe, King Ping of Zhou, Ji Yijiu, who became the new king, began to move east, and the new capital was built in Luoyi.

At the same time, King Zhou Ping and others were somewhat reluctant to discuss the God of Wushan.

From this moment on, the Western Zhou Dynasty ended and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty began.

The Zhou emperor was no longer the true ruler of the world; he only held nominal authority.

The truly powerful states became the feudal states of Qi, Jin, Qin, and Chu.

Time passed slowly.

Time will not stop for anyone.

In the blink of an eye, nearly thirty-two years had passed since the Wushan God, as described by Zhou, transformed into a Chilong.

Over the years, A Niu, a villager from Wushan Village who had once seen Su Chen's body on Wushan Mountain, also fell ill and was bedridden.

Before he died, he stared blankly in the direction of Wushan, looking at the golden light on the top of Wushan that had remained unchanged for decades, and felt nostalgic and melancholy.

The scene from that day is still vivid in my mind, as clear as if it were yesterday.

He had gone from a young man to an old man lying in bed, but the dazzling golden light on the top of the misty mountain remained unchanged, without ceasing for even a day, just as it had yesterday.

It seemed that for the God of Mist Mountain, decades were nothing at all.

Ah Niu felt envy and awe.

Under the watchful eyes of his son Shan, who was once a seven or eight-year-old child but is now a middle-aged man, A Niu breathed his last.

A series of cries immediately echoed throughout the room.

As time goes by.

Not only him, but even the once handsome and somewhat arrogant King You of Zhou and the stunningly beautiful Bao Si have lost their youthful vigor and become frail old people who will die of old age in a few years.

Gazing at the golden light atop the misty mountain, King You of Zhou, Bao Si, and the others were filled with mixed emotions.

The only thing that seems to remain unchanged is the Mist Mountain God—

Mount Wushan.

Amidst swirling clouds and mist.

On a huge boulder, a massive figure, tens of meters long, lay quietly coiled.

Its body is undulating, with layers upon layers of scales.

Under the sunlight, it gleamed with a dazzling and deep blue light.

Its massive body exuded an ancient and majestic aura.

Looking at his own body at this moment, Su Chen felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret and nostalgia).

After so many years of growth, his body has reached its limit. It is almost impossible for him to grow to more than a hundred feet tall, which is a limitation of the Chilong physique.

Under normal circumstances, he would have reached a point where he had grown considerably, but—

Su Chen turned his eyes and looked at the panel in front of him.

Name: Su Chen (39 years old)

Lifespan: 1188 years

【Innate Talent & Comprehension: 33184 (Born Divine, Extremely Rare)】————

[Innate Talents & Constitution: Chi Dragon (Pseudo-Dragon)]

[Energy required for the next stage of physical transformation: 9159381]

Energy: 9159383

"I'm 39 years old, and my lifespan has been reduced to 1188 years, but—"

Anticipation shone in Su Chen's eyes. "Finally, I've gathered enough energy for another transformation!"

Currently, it can only be considered a pseudo-dragon; if it were to undergo another transformation—

Seeing that he had accumulated enough energy, he did not hesitate at all.