Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

The commotion he caused immediately alarmed the entire volcano.

Dark golden flames shot up from the depths of the volcano, each one coalescing into the figure of a powerful dragon.

In just a few breaths.

Then, no fewer than twenty dragon clan experts at the Divine Realm surrounded Jiang Chuan.

Leading the group was a burly middle-aged man wearing a dark gold dragon crown. His dragon horns were thicker than any of the dragons present, and were a deep reddish gold. Each horn tip was shrouded in a faint glow of flames, and the aura emanating from his body had clearly reached the seventh level of the Divine Ascension Realm.

His vertical pupils churned with a mixture of shock and rage, his tone filled with undisguised killing intent: "Who are you, trespassing on the ancestral land of my Fierce Dragon Clan and slaughtering my people?! Do you truly believe that my Fierce Dragon Clan is without men?!"

Jiang Chuan glanced at him: "You're the king of the Fierce Dragon Clan? You've come at the perfect time."

"Arrogant!"

With a roar, the Dragon King's dragon flames surged, transforming him into a dark golden fire dragon hundreds of feet long. He opened his blood-red maw and lunged at Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan did not dodge, but simply raised his right hand and used his Yang True Essence to condense a crimson-gold spear, which he thrust into the roaring fire dragon.

The Supreme Yang True Fire and the Dragon Flame collided violently in mid-air.

next second.

All the powerful dragons witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The dark gold fire dragon, which was transformed from the Dragon King, was as fragile as paper in front of the crimson gold spear. The spear tip pierced through the dragon's mouth and out through its tail, leaving it completely pierced through!

The fire dragon's enormous body exploded in mid-air.

The Dragon King, covered in blood, was sent flying backward from the flames, half his body charred. His eyes bulged with disbelief and horror, and after a long pause, he managed to utter, "You...you're not an Awakened One!"

The Fierce Dragon Clan has dominated the Origin Realm for thousands of years, and has never seen any Awakened One who could defeat a seventh-level God-level Origin Blood Clan in such a state with a single blow.

It should be understood that the god-level experts of the Source Blood race are built up from countless amounts of Source Essence.

It is several levels stronger than the Saint Blood Ascension God Realm of the same level.

This can be described as a fully-fledged Godhood Realm expert!

This kind of crushing, instant kill is beyond the explanation of awakened beings.

"When did I say I was?"

Jiang Chuan said calmly, flicking his spear and pointing the tip at the Dragon King's heart once again.

Just then, a look of madness flashed in the Dragon King's eyes. He bit his tongue hard, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, turning into a beam of blood that shot straight into the depths of the volcano.

"Grandpa, save me!!!"

The moment the blood-red light entered the crater, the entire towering volcano shuddered violently.

The countless fissures on the mountainside, flowing with magma, simultaneously erupted with dazzling crimson-gold light, like thousands of fire dragons awakening at the same time.

An ancient and terrifying aura slowly rose from the deepest part of the volcano.

The aura was so profound.

In an instant, all living beings within a thousand miles prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.

The crater suddenly exploded.

An extremely aged figure slowly emerged from the lava.

His beard and hair were all white, and his skin was covered with dry, wrinkled lines like tree bark, but the dark golden flames burning in his vertical pupils were a hundred times more intense than those of any other dragon warrior.

With each step he took, a visible ripple would appear in the void beneath his feet.

The ancestor of the Fierce Dragon Clan, who reached the pinnacle of godhood.

"Who... awakened this ancestor?"

The ancestor's voice seemed to come from eternity ago, each word carrying a suffocating pressure.

A look of wild joy appeared on the Dragon King's face as he struggled to point at Jiang Chuan: "Ancestor, it's this human! He killed my people and humiliated my dragon clan! I beg you, Ancestor, to tear this fiend to pieces!"

The patriarch of the Fierce Dragon Clan slowly turned his head, his vertical pupils burning with dark golden flames falling on Jiang Chuan, and then narrowing slightly.

"A cultivator?"

He frowned, his tone cautious: "Fellow Daoist, are you from the Heavenly Chapter Realm? Could it be that one of my clan's ignorant descendants has offended you?"

"No."

Jiang Chuan replied calmly.

The patriarch of the Fierce Dragon Clan said with an unfriendly expression, "Then what brings you here, fellow Daoist? Although my clan is merely a being from the lower realm, we are not without backing in the Heavenly Chapter Realm! If you wish to deliberately cause trouble, you have chosen the wrong target!"

He paused, then said, "I see that you, fellow Daoist, are also an outstanding person, with a brilliant path ahead. Don't let trivial matters cause you trouble and bring trouble upon yourself!"

Anyone could hear the conciliatory intent in his words.

The Dragon King's expression changed.

A dragon elder beside him, oblivious to the situation, cried out anxiously, "Ancestor, this fiend killed Long Qian! How can we let him escape?!"

"shut up!"

The Dragon King immediately rebuked him. He was able to sit on the throne of the Dragon King because he was not as brainless as the other members of the Fierce Dragon Clan.

As a race with the original bloodline.

They were indeed used to lording it over everyone in the Source Realm.

But when faced with a cultivator descended from the upper realm, their pitiful true dragon bloodline is utterly insignificant.

What an idiot!

He cursed under his breath, wishing he could tear the dragon elder who had spoken out to pieces!

Didn't you see that even the ancestor at the peak of the Godhood realm is so cautious, not daring to make a direct move, but instead probing with words? Stirring things up now is simply pushing the entire Fierce Dragon Clan into a fire pit!

Jiang Chuan ignored the other party's ulterior motives and said calmly, "I am not from the Upper Realm and have no grudge against your Lielong Clan. I just want to borrow some of the ancient books in your clan's collection."

"You are not a being from the higher realms?!"

The patriarch of the Fierce Dragon Clan was taken aback, then his expression changed, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

He certainly didn't believe that explanation.

They are not beings from the upper realm, yet they possess cultivation comparable to immortals.

Are you kidding me?!

This is practically an attempt to deliberately humiliate his intelligence!

His tone suddenly turned sinister and menacing: "It seems you're determined to cause trouble, fellow Daoist!"

"Ugh."

Jiang Chuan shook his head helplessly: "See, I told you the truth, but you didn't believe me. In the end, we still have to fight. What's the point of all this fuss?"

"presumptuous!"

A cold glint flashed in the ancestor's eyes, and his dark golden dragon flames surged violently around him, transforming him into a crimson-gold rainbow that tore through the heavens and earth, rushing straight towards Jiang Chuan.

The power of this strike.

It was more than ten times more terrifying than the Dragon King's strongest attack.

With his cultivation at the peak of the Godhood realm, coupled with the talent of the True Dragon bloodline, this ancestor of the Fiery Dragon Clan has brought his strength infinitely close to the Body Tempering Realm!

but,

It's merely approaching.

Jiang Chuan finally brought out the Starry Sky Treasure Mirror.

The divine halo behind his head slowly rotated, and twelve beams of light simultaneously emitted deep blue electric arcs.

Azure Emperor form,

open!

The surging power of amplification flowed into his limbs and bones, and Jiang Chuan's aura instantly surged to a level that even made the Ancestor tremble.

Then, he condensed a hundred-foot-long crimson-gold blade of pure Yang fire, gripped the blade with both hands, and slashed down.

There are no fancy techniques, no unnecessary movements.

It was just one cut.

The blade of pure Yang fire cleaved the entire sky in two.

The figure of the Dragon Clan Ancestor was easily torn apart like paper in front of the blade's light. First, his protective dragon flames dissipated, then his scales, comparable to a spiritual treasure, shattered inch by inch, and finally, his horrified old face turned to ashes under the scorching heat of the Supreme Yang True Fire.

One strike, and he ascended to the pinnacle of godhood.

Off!