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Above the sky, winds and clouds rage in disarray.

Looking up at the sky above the Forbidden City, there was a dark gray cloud layer formed from the deathly power of the forbidden zone.

At this moment, it was violently torn apart from the middle by an incomparably fierce force!

It was as if even this forbidden power, which had existed since the beginning of time, had to bow down and submit before the true dragon!

The gray fog swirled and receded to both sides, revealing a huge crack that stretched across the sky.

A colossal dragon head slowly emerged from the crack, its serene, universe-like eyes gazing down upon the ancient city below.

The two dragon whiskers swayed on their own, each movement creating a fine ripple in the surrounding space.

The city was deathly silent; everyone was speechless.

Some people were trembling all over, and some people's knees buckled and they knelt down.

This cannot be blamed on their weak faith.

Anyone facing a mythical dragon would face the same result! This is a fundamental difference that cannot be bridged.

The dragon soars through the heavens, all spirits bow in reverence; a mythical bloodline, the supreme ruler of the Northern Plains!

The dragon glanced in a few directions before looking away.

The enormous dragon slowly lay down above the clouds, obscuring the light and color of a region below.

He rested the dragon's head on the back of his claws, and let the dragon's tail hang casually in the sea of ​​clouds. His eyelids were slightly closed, as if he wanted to take a nap above the ancient city.

He couldn't be bothered to look at the ants below.

There were indeed a few places in the city with a somewhat pleasing atmosphere, but that was about it.

He closed his dragon eyes, then suddenly opened them again, a look of displeasure rising in them.

He grew increasingly unhappy. How could someone like him be the first to arrive?

Where are those hot-tempered old men from the divine race? Where is that scruffy bird from the Golden Crow race who awakened the Demon Emperor's body? Where is that pile of broken stones in the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land?

And what about those human fellows? The Eastern Wilderness is their territory, why are they taking so long to arrive?

They're putting on airs even more than him; it seems they've already figured out how to get themselves killed!

A deep breath escaped from the dragon's nostrils, plunging the entire Forbidden City into a gust of wind.

Seeing that the black dragon had been lying motionless on the clouds for a long time, everyone dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

A relatively young cultivator looked up at the enormous creature, his eyes filled with fear and curiosity.

He lowered his voice and said to his companion beside him, "Is this a real dragon? This is the first time I've ever seen one alive..."

A companion nearby murmured, "Who isn't? True dragons are rare to begin with, and pure-blooded ones are even rarer, appearing only once every ten thousand years."

"This guy actually ignored the gravity of the Hopeless Sea and pressed down all the way here. With just his dragon might, he made half of the city's cultivators kneel down and not get up."

"A mythical creature, truly living up to its reputation..."

A knowledgeable old man beside him stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming: "The True Dragon Clan, the number one bloodline in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, is a race that has produced three Great Emperors. How could it be a name without substance?"

"The bloodline of an emperor alone is enough to make his peers feel suffocated, let alone the one in front of him!"

"He is a monster created over a full 100,000 years by the blood of three true dragon emperors: Zulong, Zhujiuyin, and Yinglong!"

"Such a foundation is unmatched anywhere else on the entire Ziwei Star!"

The young cultivator who had spoken earlier gasped, "Hiss!"

"Such a terrifying bloodline and lineage...doesn't that mean he can rival the son of that great emperor of the divine race?"

The old man pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Although Jin Wudao, the son of the Golden Palace Emperor, is the Emperor's own son, the True Dragon Clan is by no means inferior to any other imperial son in terms of innate talent!"

"If these two were to clash head-on, the outcome would be beyond our ability to predict."

Everyone fell silent, their gazes once again fixed on the colossal black dragon lying in the sky above the clouds.

His eyes held both awe and a hint of expectation.

If even such beings have arrived, then the scale of this battle for immortality and gold has far exceeded their imagination.

Under a tea stall, Yuan Qingwei unconsciously tightened her grip on the teacup in her hand.

He looked out the window at the dragon-like shadow that blotted out the sky, his expression no longer calm, but solemn like never before.

"Mythical creatures are truly terrifying..."

In his time, no true dragon was ever born.

This was the first time he had ever faced such a legendary creature, and the oppressive aura it exuded was truly like the creation of the world!

Just by facing them, my strength seems to have been reduced by 20%!

A lively and lovely female Taoist priest next to him leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what are your chances of winning if you fight him?"

Yuan Qingwei remained silent for a long while, and did not brush it off gently as usual.

He mentally calculated the numbers repeatedly, and finally honestly replied, "Less than 30%..."

The female Taoist priest was stunned.

She knew Yuan Qingwei's abilities very well; none of his fellow disciples could withstand a single move from him after his birth.

Previously, it had even frightened away the young master of the divine royal lineage!

And yet, this very being, when faced with the true dragon that was dozing in the clouds, only revealed less than 30% of its knowledge!

Yuan Qing smiled, not annoyed by being outdone, but with a clear self-awareness: "The true dragon's physical body is unparalleled among all races, and its bloodline is even more rare throughout the ages."

"My Taoist magic is so weak that it probably wouldn't even scratch a few scales in front of others."

"However..." he changed the subject, "it will take him quite a bit of effort to defeat me!"

Inside the restaurant above, the fat man clicked his tongue and wiped the sweat from his brow: "Goodness, that's some serious pressure..."

He turned to look at Kong Shuyu and asked curiously, "How do you think you'd far surpass that monster up there?"

Kong Shuyu was drawing the outline of that enormous creature.

Upon hearing this, he stopped writing, thought for a moment, and gave an answer: "One to nine, I guess. One move from him, and I split open nine times!"

The fat man looked at her speechlessly: "Do you think you're funny?"

"Well, that's not wrong! If we really have to calculate it, it's 10%!" Kong Shuyu raised his pen to signal him not to rush.

"The main reason is that Feng Zhi has made too few moves. My Dao is still at the level he had when he fought against the Overlord Body."

"I haven't had time to record his subsequent advancements, and the resources I can mobilize are really limited."

At this point, a look of anticipation suddenly appeared in her eyes: "But that's why I came here."

"Once this battle between immortals and gold is over, I will memorize everything about him. By then, it should be no less than the Eight Forbidden Realms."

The fat man's lips twitched.

One percent? He didn't dare to underestimate her because of this mere one percent.

Even a tenth of the power of that true dragon in the sky would probably be enough to crush an ordinary seventh-level genius.

And this is only the beginning of her journey.

Others cultivate themselves through arduous practice and by chance...

All she had to do was follow people around and take notes, and she could even study and understand things day and night.

Moreover, it's the kind of thing where as the target she's tied to gets stronger, she can keep getting stronger too!

There is absolutely no upper limit!

These two ancient methods are just too shameless.