After a thousand years of cultivation, he returns at the pinnacle!

A thousand years ago, Jiang Chen encountered an ancient demon beast when he first ventured deep into the Demon Beast Forest during his Foundation Establishment stage. At that time, he only had a Qi Refining stage iron sword, a tattered Taoist robe, and the recklessness typical of a greenhorn. The Primordial Dragon Elephant stomped down with one hoof, cracking the earth; with a flick of its tail, the mountain walls collapsed.

In that battle, his iron sword shattered into pieces on the dragon-elephant's scales, his left arm was pierced by bone spikes, and six of his ribs were broken. He crawled out of the monster forest with his last breath.

That was the first time in his thousand-year journey of cultivating immortality that he truly felt the despair of facing a natural enemy.

At this moment, Morgana dragged the ancient dragon-elephant out from the depths of his consciousness. It wasn't the juvenile form he encountered during his Foundation Establishment stage, but a perfect replica reconstructed after incorporating all of Jiang Chen's memories of "power." Every scale was steeped in the shadow of a thousand years of slaughter, and every breath carried the trembling fear of the boy who knelt in a pool of blood a thousand years ago. It was the embodiment of Jiang Chen's most primal and instinctive fear, something Morgana had dug out from the deepest crack in his consciousness using the Soul Scream Law—something he himself thought he had long forgotten.

The Primordial Dragon Elephant lowered its head, its two burning star-like eyes gazing at the tiny boy in school uniform on the ground. A deep, earthquake-like roar erupted from its throat, and its forehooves slowly rose, their surfaces blotting out the sky, before stomping down on Jiang Chen.

A shadow fell. In that instant, the scene from a thousand years ago overlapped with the one before him. The same dragon, the same hoof stomping down, and himself standing in the same spot. Only, a thousand years ago he held a broken iron sword, while now he held nothing.

The moment the dragon and elephant's hooves stomped down, the entire space groaned in agony.

The greyish-white sky caved inward under the weight of the hooves, like a thin film being pressed down, ready to burst at any moment. The forest floor sank silently within the area covered by the hoofprints, the crowns of ancient trees bent in all directions under the pressure, and the crisp sound of breaking branches and leaves blended together, like the sound of bones cracking.

The live chat exploded with comments at that moment.

"What the hell is this thing???!!!"

"A dragon??? A Western dragon??? An Eastern dragon??? Neither!!! What kind of monster is this!!!"

"I've never seen an apostle like this before! All the apostles on the previous ninety floors combined aren't even as big as one of this thing's toes!"

"Those bone spikes on its back are all longer than those thirty-meter-tall Apostle Giants we've seen before! How are we supposed to fight them?! How are we supposed to fight them?!!!!"

"My palms are sweating. I thought Jiang Chen was going to crush everyone, so why did this thing suddenly appear?!"

"Is this an illusion? It must be an illusion, right? Didn't the Apostles create illusions before? Brother Chen could see through them at a glance, right? Right?!"

"No, look at Brother Chen's expression. He didn't move. He never stopped when facing any of the gatekeepers before, but he stopped now!"

"His eyes are wrong! The way he looks at this monster is different from how he looks at any other apostle! He recognizes it! He really does!!!"

"Really?!"

"Could this be an enemy Jiang Chen once faced?"

"It's very possible, even possible, that this is the monster that Brother Chen was once afraid of!"

The scrolling speed of the comments was so fast that it was imperceptible to the naked eye, but in this overwhelming sea of ​​text, one comment floated slowly across the center of the screen with an almost pleading tone, and was copied, forwarded, and pinned by countless people:

"Regardless of what happened before, Brother Chen, can you kill it now?"

.....

Inside the Dragon Kingdom Awakeners Management Bureau, Ye Wuhen frowned deeply.

This monster was enormous; even though he wasn't present, he could feel the intense pressure emanating from the giant dragon.

If he were there, under such pressure, he would probably have given up all his knowledge and skills. At the very least, his expression would not have been as calm as Jiang Chenyi's!

yes...

Jiang Chen was too calm, as if he was not afraid of what was in front of him at all, even though the other party seemed to have summoned what he feared.

"If the analysis in the comments is correct, this apostle was created because of past fears. But that was in the past. Jiang Chen might have already treated him like an ant by now."

Chu Tianxiong's voice rang out from the side, seemingly making some sense.

And in the scene at this moment.

Under the shadow of hooves, Jiang Chen stood on the crushed earth, the hem of his school uniform fluttering gently in the stench of the dragon and elephant's breath. His expression remained calm, a calmness that was frightening. It wasn't fear that he would lose, but fear that he was too calm—calm as if facing something he had seen countless times, killed countless times, yet could never forget.

The hoof landed less than a hundred meters above his head. The pressure had snapped all the ancient trees within a radius of several hundred meters, and a huge hoof-shaped crater had been formed in the ground, with gravel and soil at the bottom of the crater being compressed into a near-liquid paste.

Then, looking at the ancient dragon-elephant that blotted out the sky, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The fear he felt then was unforgettable; Jiang Chen truly believed he was going to die.

But now, everything is different.

"Sword, come!"

Jiang Chen whispered.

In the void, a sword shadow appeared at his fingertips.

The sword had no physical form, only a pale golden outline, as if its shape had been drawn with the purest light. The blade was long and slender, the edge sharp, the guard simple, and a faint golden tassel swayed in the air at the end of the hilt. It hovered above Jiang Chen's fingertips, slowly rotating and emitting a very soft hum, like the tolling of an ancient bell.

The entire seventieth floor space froze at that moment.

The giant hoof of the Primordial Dragon Elephant hovered in mid-air, less than thirty meters above Jiang Chen's head. The oppressive aura emanating from the golden sword shadow dimmed the light in its two burning star-like eyes by a third.

Jiang Chen looked at the sword, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"A thousand years," he said, his voice very soft, as if talking to himself, or as if speaking to a long-lost friend. "Back then, you pierced my chest with your horns, broke my spine with your tail, and trampled me into the mud with your hooves. At that time, I thought, how wonderful it would be if one day I could stand before you without trembling."

He raised his eyes and looked at the colossal beast that blotted out the sky.

"Now, I'm standing very steadily."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently flicked his finger forward.

The golden sword shadow moved.

A very thin and faint golden arc flew out from Jiang Chen's fingertip and flew towards the Primordial Dragon Elephant.

The ancient demon beast that had driven Jiang Chen to the brink of despair a thousand years ago stared intently at the golden arc flying towards it with its two burning star-like eyes. Deep within its pupils, the light of the stars flickered intensely.

The ancient dragon and elephant are trembling.

It recognized this sword intent.

It was the burning light in the eyes of that boy, kneeling before it a thousand years ago, covered in blood and unable to stand, who raised his head at the last moment. Back then, it was just a seed that hadn't even sprouted. Now, that seed has grown into a towering tree powerful enough to cleave stars in two.

The golden arc touched the hoof of the ancient dragon-elephant.

The giant beast's body froze in an instant.

Starting from its hoof, a golden crack spread in all directions. The crack moved incredibly fast; before the ancient dragon-elephant even began its descent, it had already pierced its entire foreleg, from hoof to knee. The dark blue rocky scales shattered silently under the erosion of the golden crack, black scales peeling off its leg like autumn leaves, and dark red magma blood gushed from the fissure, dissipating into dark golden specks in the void.

A single sword strike kills instantly, effortlessly and effortlessly.