The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, making the entire sky seem about to collapse.

Everyone felt short of breath and suffocated, their hearts pounding as they gazed at the dragon circling in the sky.

Half-step Nascent Soul.

In this early stage of spiritual revival, achieving the Golden Core stage is already the pinnacle of human achievement.

This dragon, due to the faint trace of true dragon blood within its body, forcefully broke through the shackles of heaven and earth, taking one step towards the Nascent Soul stage.

Its very existence is a test of the limits of the current world.

The Dragon King's vertical pupils slowly rotated.

Its gaze passed over the kneeling cultivators of the Falling Clouds Sect, over the devastated ruins of the mountain gate, and finally landed on the white-robed youth.

Chen Xuan stood there.

Behind him was a slowly rotating array, and in front of him was a scene of utter devastation.

The wind howled, whipping up his clothes and revealing his slightly thin frame.

Compared to the black dragon that blotted out the sky, he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Yet, even in the face of the dragon's might, a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, he still stood ramrod straight.

He didn't even frown.

Extreme impatience flashed in the Dragon Lord's vertical pupils.

The humans before him showed him absolutely no respect.

"mortal."

The Dragon Lord's dragon might intensified, and dark clouds churned in the sky, with faint lightning crackling within: "With such mastery of array formations, you must have been a prominent figure in your past life."

"Hand over the person who devoured the moonlight, and I may spare your life."

Having cultivated for so long, the true dragon bloodline is about to be refined.

Over the years, it had been in contact with the Luoxia Sect, and had been sleeping, always preparing for the final moment, just waiting for the successful cultivation of the Xuanpin Feiluo Python.

"Huh, what's going on?"

Just then, Wang Baole, having been freed from his restraints due to the commotion outside, scrambled out of the ruins.

At this moment, all eyes were on him, including the black dragon.

At this moment, Chen Xuan ignored the dragon and beckoned to Wang Baole, "Come here."

A calm response is far more direct than a clear rejection.

This is blatant contempt.

"roar!"

The dragon's roar shook the sky.

This time it wasn't a low rumble of thunder, but a furious roar.

The sound waves exploded as if they were real, instantly turning the rocks within a radius of a hundred feet into dust, and countless bottomless cracks appeared on the ground.

Those disciples of the Luoxia Sect with weaker cultivation were instantly struck so hard that they bled from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.

Shen Luoxia covered her ears tightly, but her eyes shone with wild joy.

Enraged!

The Dragon Lord is truly enraged!

"Humans..."

The Dragon Lord's voice was as cold as ice, dark clouds churned in the sky, and purple lightning finally struck, exploding into sparks around him. "You... are really... too ignorant."

It has never been so humiliated.

Even if a mere human cultivator at the Golden Core stage was a great figure in his past life, and even if his mastery of array formations is exceptional, he should still kneel and bow before the might of the dragon at the half-step Nascent Soul stage!

But what did he do?

ignore.

A blatant disregard.

Even in front of him, he beckoned that boy with the moonlight to come over?

"You think you can stop me with that broken formation?"

The Dragon Lord's voice grew increasingly cold, and his dragon body slowly coiled in the air—a prelude to attack. "I will show you what true power is!"

Before he finished speaking, the hundred-foot-long dragon body suddenly stretched out.

It wasn't a dive, it wasn't a pouncing attack.

Instead, it wags its tail.

The dragon's tail, as thick as a bucket, drew a terrifying arc in the air, causing the air to explode and space to distort wherever it passed.

Every scale on the dragon's tail gleamed with a cold, dark light—a demonic power condensed to its extreme, enough to shatter mountains and sever rivers.

And this is the target!

It was the large array that was slowly rotating behind Chen Xuan.

"boom!!!"

The world changed color.

The moment the dragon's tail struck the great formation, the entire Sunset Mountain Range trembled.

The spiritual energy river surrounding the mountain exploded on the spot, turning into a shower of light.

The illusory images of mountains and rivers crumbled inch by inch, emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

At the core of the grand formation, the array eye rune that was suspended in mid-air was blasted into powder by the terrifying power of the dragon's tail.

one strike.

Just one strike.

The mountain and water formation that was powerful enough to trap everyone in the Luoxia Sect vanished into thin air.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Pebbles rained down.

Chen Xuan stood on the edge of the giant pit.

The great formation behind him was gone, but Wang Baole was still standing there in front of him, stunned. The black dragon in the sky looked down at him, its molten gold vertical pupils full of cold mockery.

"Now."

The Dragon Lord slowly lowered his head, his whiskers almost touching the top of Chen Xuan's head. "Kneel down."

The two words carried an unquestionable authority.

The dragon's might, unleashed at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, pressed down like a mountain.

Even those surviving disciples of the Luoxia Sect, who were hundreds of feet away, were pressed to the ground and couldn't even lift their heads.

Shen Luoxia barely managed to stay upright, but her knees were already cracking, and her face was as pale as paper.

And Chen Xuan!

Still standing.

She didn't even move the hem of her clothes.

He raised his head and looked at the hundred-foot-long dragon in the sky. His calm gaze sent a chill down the Dragon King's spine.

Then he spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire valley:

"ignorance?"

Chen Xuan gently dusted off the dust on his sleeves.

"Who are you calling ignorant?"

The Dragon King's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

At that moment, the inexplicable chill in its heart suddenly turned into real fear.

Because it saw...

Chen Xuan raised his right hand and gently swiped it through the air.

It wasn't a hand seal, nor a spell, and it didn't even use any spiritual power.

The hand merely traced a simple arc in the air, as if brushing away the dust before its eyes.

But it was this one stroke.

The earth's veins in the Luoxia Mountains have come alive.

"Boom!"

The entire mountain range began to tremble.

It's not the shaking of an earthquake, but a deeper awakening originating from the core of the earth's veins.

A deep rumble came from the depths of the mountains, as if some ancient being had been awakened.

The next second, the shattered phantom of mountains and rivers reformed.

It was not the same formation that surrounded the mountain gate as before, but a much grander and more magnificent sight.

At this moment, all thirty-two main ridges and seventy-two peaks of the Luoxia Mountain Range lit up simultaneously.

A beam of light shot up from each mountain peak, piercing the sky.

The spiritual energy accumulated in the earth's veins over millions of years surged out like a river overflowing its banks, intertwining, converging, and recombining in the air.

A new grand formation took shape in three breaths.

But this time, it's not a trap.

It is a suppression formation.

"That's impossible!"

Shen Luoxia screamed, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The Dragon King's dragon body froze in mid-air.

It has lived for nearly a thousand years and has never seen such an absurd sight.

This new grand formation, every single one of its runes exudes an ancient aura—the power of the earth's veins, the foundation accumulated by this mountain range over millions of years.

Even if given ten years, it wouldn't be able to set up a formation of this level.

But this boy took three breaths.

"you......."

For the first time, the Dragon Lord's voice showed a fluctuation.

But Chen Xuan didn't give it a chance to speak.

He raised his hand and gently pressed it down.

It's just a simple action.

But in that instant, the entire sky collapsed.

No, the sky didn't collapse.

It was that newly formed grand formation that, carrying the weight of the entire Luoxia Mountain Range, pressed down on the Dragon Lord.

That wasn't the suppression of spiritual energy, nor the confinement of an array, but rather the actual weight in a physical sense.

Thirty-two earth veins.

Seventy-two mountain peaks.

The majestic landscape accumulated over millions of years.

Everything was concentrated into a large array, and then...

Press!

"roar!!!"

The Dragon King roared in fury. His hundred-foot-long dragon body writhed wildly, trying to break free.

The true dragon bloodline within its body erupted fully, and golden light shone on its dark scales—the power of the true dragon was burning.

The half-step Nascent Soul cultivation was released without reservation, and the demonic power surged into the sky like a volcanic eruption, trying to support the oppressive world.

"Open it for me!"

The dragon's tail lashed out again, this time even more terrifying than the previous strike.

Where the dragon's tail swept, tiny cracks appeared in the space, an effect that could only be achieved by a full-force attack from a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

But the moment the dragon's tail struck the great formation...

"Click."

The clear sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the valley.

The Dragon King's tail was broken.

It wasn't shaken away or bounced back; it was crushed by the weight of that great formation.

"Aww!!!"

A mournful dragon's roar echoed through the sky.

This time it was no longer a majestic roar, but a painful howl.

Black dragon blood rained down like a storm, each drop containing a rich demonic power, corroding deep pits into the ground.

But that's not all.

The formation continued to press down.

Inch by inch.

The dragon king's body began to bend.

It used all its strength.

The true dragon bloodline burns, the demonic power erupts in full force, and he even sacrifices his lifespan for a temporary boost in power.

But that great formation was too heavy, so heavy that even its half-step Nascent Soul cultivation seemed so insignificant in the face of this power.

"No...it's impossible..."

The Dragon King's voice trembled.

It looked down at the boy in white.

Chen Xuan stood there, pressing down with one hand, his expression calm as if he were doing something insignificant.

He even had time to turn around and glance at Wang Baole, whispering, "Stand behind me, so you don't get splattered with blood."

Then, he turned his head and looked at the black dragon in the air that was being pressed slowly toward the ground.

The formation continued to press down.

The Dragon King's dragon body finally gave way.

Its hundred-foot-long body was forcefully pressed down from the sky by that terrifying force.

It struggled frantically, its dragon claws carving deep trenches into the ground, and its tail lashing out at the earth, trying to gain leverage to break free.

But that great formation was like a real mountain, pressing down on it so that it couldn't even turn over.

"boom!!!"

The final loud bang.

The Dragon King's dragon body was completely pressed to the ground.

Not lying down, not crouching, but in an extremely humiliating posture.

The dragon's head was pressed against the ground, its body was twisted, and its claws were stuck in the soil.

The massive array formed from the entire mountain range pressed down on its back, preventing it from even raising its head.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Pebbles rained down.

When everything calmed down, everyone saw that scene...

The hundred-foot-long dragon was pressed firmly to the ground, unable to move.

Chen Xuan slowly walked to the dragon's head.

He looked down into those molten gold vertical pupils, which now held no arrogance or disdain, only horror, fear, and a trace of disbelief and bewilderment.

Chen Xuan squatted down and looked directly into those dragon eyes.

Then, he spoke softly, his voice calm and utterly undisturbed:

"Now."

"It is you who is kneeling down."