Chapter 203: then translation of title

Roar!

The flood dragon was bound by Cloud Energy chains, struggling wildly with its body.

Crack!

Like the sound of a glass container shattering, it rang out continuously within the barrier, accompanying the flood dragon's struggles, which grew ever more frequent.

Inside the originally empty barrier, a large amount of damp water vapor had appeared, continuously bombarding the barrier from inside to outside.

The projected barrier space could not bear such continuous impact, crumbling bit by bit; even though the hungry ghosts of the Hungry Ghost Realm kept devouring the flood dragon's power and repairing the barrier, they still could not prevent the barrier's collapse.

Crack!

The barrier collapsed completely; the flood dragon plunged headfirst into the great river, while Mu Yi maintained the remaining half of the barrier.

Fortunately, there was a large bridge to serve as a foothold; otherwise it would indeed be rather difficult to maintain, for once fallen into the great river, it would entirely be the flood dragon's home turf.

The scholar, hair disheveled, spat out a large mouthful of blood as if gone mad, then repeatedly brought down the gentleman's sword he held high.

However, it seems somewhat troublesome now; with the flood dragon having entered the great river, trying to drive it out is extremely difficult.

"Heaven and Earth possess righteous vital energy, which assumes various forms. Below it becomes rivers and mountains; above it becomes the sun. In people it is called grand righteousness, overflowing and filling the azure void."

"Sir, your great virtue!" Mu Yi felt admiration, clasped his hands in salute, and then again pulled the flood dragon into the barrier.

It was not shattered by blows; rather, on another level, the scholar severed his power with the sword of the nation's fate, felling him from dragon to serpent.

Mu Yi also completed his preparations at this moment; Cloud Energy burst forth in an instant, directly transforming into several Gates of Ghosts descending from the heavens, like a stapler nailing the flood dragon to the ground.

The flood dragon also sensed the danger, issuing repeated roars; heavenly thunder struck down like raindrops, yet the flood dragon's strength had greatly waned, and it could no longer break free of the barrier as before; no matter how it thundered, it had no effect.

"I have already cut off the flood dragon's three top blossoms using the nation's fate; its strength is greatly diminished, and the rest I entrust to you, General—the safety of the people of the thirteen provinces on both banks is now entirely in your hands!"

Click!

Suddenly, dark clouds blanketed the sky; in the darkness, several lightning arcs flashed, and a cold killing intent appeared in the flood dragon's eyes.

Roar!

Although clearly exhausted, the scholar did not collapse; he straightened his body, forcing himself to speak to Mu Yi.

Slash!

Just as Mu Yi was pondering, the scholar holding aloft the manuscript drew his sidearm sword, then spat a mouthful of blood upward, and his aura became extremely stern.

Seeing that the attack was effective, the flood dragon rejoiced; he felt he needed to return to the river water to feel safe, for everything emanating from this barrier made him feel uneasy.

As he brought down his sword once more, the scholar was already near exhaustion; his originally grayish-white hair now turned completely pallid, and his face grew as white as paper.

Nevertheless, at this juncture he had to grit his teeth and press on; for now he could do nothing against the flood dragon, and could only hope the scholar would achieve something, at least judging by his performance, this man is extremely reliable.

"With my crimson blood and loyal heart as a guide, I beg the nation's fate to manifest!"

Mu Yi gritted his teeth and continued to hold up Cloud Energy to resist; fortunately, the heavenly thunder summoned by the flood dragon differed greatly from the true might of Heaven and Earth, otherwise even Mu Yi might not have escaped.

Slash!

The barrier, originally half-broken, was instantly restored.

Seeing that his divine abilities were useless, the flood dragon whipped its tail toward the void, and the barrier immediately rippled.

The flood dragon roared again; the black clouds in the sky shifted violently with its roar, as countless bolts of lightning madly darted within the clouds and then struck down together.

Slash!

With each slash, the surging waves subsided a little, while the flood dragon's unwilling roars and howls beneath the great river grew ever more frenzied.

Boom!

The tremendous noise from the collision made the people on the great bridge tremble; they had never witnessed such a sight, and at the instant the heavenly thunder struck down, they even thought they would die without a burial place.

Mu Yi activated the Gate of Ghosts' summoning gate‑god effect; two gate‑god phantoms emerged from the greatest Gate of Ghosts, one pressing the head, the other the tail, firmly pressing the flood dragon to the ground.

As the sword fell, the flood dragon's newly transformed scales instantly cracked.

The gentleman's sword, filled with boundless righteous vital energy, fell like heavenly punishment; the bound flood dragon had nowhere to hide.

The heavenly thunder provoked by the flood dragon grew weaker and weaker; stripped of its power, the flood dragon gradually became unable to exert strength.

Accompanying the flood dragon's roar came down a thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket, blazing bright; Mu Yi saw this and quickly raised Cloud Energy to meet the lightning.

"Roar!" The flood dragon thus flew into a rage; he had exhausted his essence and blood just to transform into a dragon, and now to be slain—how could he bear it?

"Cloud Energy seal! Gate of Ghosts! Suppress!"

An indescribable force descended upon the scholar from all directions, making Mu Yi feel extremely oppressed.

"Please slay the flood dragon!" the scholar said, pointing a finger at Mu Yi; that indescribable force instantly bolstered the barrier.

Mu Yi tried to heal the scholar with his holy sword, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea—utterly ineffective; the scholar had overdrawn himself terribly, now sustained only by will, in reality hardly different from a corpse.

Roar!

"General, I will lend you a hand!"

Although he had not fully transformed, the heavenly dragon's innate divine ability had been grasped by him at the moment he passed the heavenly tribulation.

"Please, gate gods!"

The scholar, chanting the Song of Righteous Vital Energy, slashed his sword toward the great river; the originally surging river was instantly split in two, and the flood dragon lurking at the riverbed was instantly exposed.

Die!

Mu Yi gathered all his remaining Cloud Energy toward himself; to deal with such a colossal beast, one cannot rely on ordinary troop‑charge tactics; one must concentrate power together to achieve effective killing.

The blood‑red Cloud Energy, sharing the same origin, began to converge onto Mu Yi's Asura battle armor; the dharma‑form forged in Mokderos by the resonance of millions of souls began to coalesce above his head.

A colossal phantom of Mu Yi coalesced within the barrier; the towering phantom radiated pure killing intent, and under its crimson glow, one could not discern the expression on Mu Yi's phantom—only from Mu Yi himself could one sense the intense, pure killing intent.

A scarlet great blade appeared in the hand of Mu Yi's phantom; all power flowed into the blade under his guidance.

Roar!

Sensing a threat to its life, the flood dragon frantically twisted its body, breaking free of the Gate of Ghosts and the gate gods' suppression; feeling locked on by Mu Yi's will, it chose not to fly aloft but to coil and spiral, now resembling a man‑eating python.

The flood dragon's pupils had now narrowed to a slit; at this moment it was no longer like a dragon, but more like a snake.

Mu Yi gave a cold snort, then swung the great blade downward.

——Ten Thousand Armies Take Head!

The will-locked, sure-hit attack left the flood dragon no escape, forcing it to clash head-on with Mu Yi's earth-shattering strike.

"Roar!"

The flood dragon opened its huge mouth, gathering lightning in its blood‑filled maw; a massive energy ball slowly formed, lightning bursting from it exuding a destructive aura, and the energy ball, trailing lightning, came hurtling straight at him.

Boom!

The blade and light pillar collided; at the moment of impact, Mu Yi felt a suffocating pressure in his chest—this direct clash first affected him himself.

There was no deafening crash, no far-reaching shockwave; everything fell silent.

The huge blade, at the instant of contact, ripped straight through the endless lightning, hacking toward the flood dragon's head like cutting through thorns and brambles.

The flood dragon, terrified, buried its head within its coiled body.

"Roar!"

Another angry roar, but this time Mu Yi heard a heart‑rending wail of pain.

The flood dragon's sturdy body was as fragile as paper before the huge blade; its coiled form was cleanly severed, and dragon blood poured onto the ground as if it were free.

"No way, it's not dead yet?"

Mu Yi's head‑top phantom shattered piece by piece; watching the head lift from the severed corpse, he stared blankly.

But he quickly realized that, although called a flood dragon, its coiled shape showed it had mostly evolved from a snake.

Since it was a snake, being able to survive after being cut in half counts as an innate talent.

Speaking of which, it seems this creature is half snake, half dragon, so the Dragon‑Slaying Stone works but is far less effective against a true dragon.

I don't know whether it's because the Dragon‑Slaying Stone mainly targets true dragons, or if there's some other reason.

"Hiss~"

The half‑snake, half‑flood‑dragon skull pressed hard against Mu Yi; its pupils had lost any draconic feel, filled instead with a grim, terrifying aura, as if it had fully degenerated into a giant snake, constantly flicking its tongue.

Peng—

With a "peng" in the air, the huge snake head shot out from its body and slammed straight at Mu Yi, obviously bearing a deep grudge against him.

"Holy Light Judgment!"

Mu Yi seized the holy sword, expended all his Virtue points, and unleashed a full‑power Holy Light Slash that blasted toward the huge head.

"It's still not dead?" Mu Yi genuinely thought it was formidable.

"Surely not a mere half‑step into Legend territory monster? After being bombarded like this, it still clings to life."

"Legion Attack!"

Mu Yi, riding the Azure‑Water Golden‑Eye Beast, waved his hand, directing the freshly condensed Cloud Energy; Cao Ming led the assault on the flood‑snake.

After several blows, the flood‑snake was drained of its last vitality, utterly lifeless.

"Roar!"

The soul struggling out of the remnants lunged at Mu Yi, as if trying to drag him down together.

Mu Yi snorted, "Alive you're tough, but dead? Want to wrestle with me? You, a half‑baked Legend, might as well go to sleep."

With a thought, countless soul‑binding chains from the depths of the Ghost Gate's phantom seized the flood‑snake's soul and dragged it into the Animal Realm for suppression.

Though the flood‑snake's soul strained desperately, it had no effect and was directly suppressed within the Reincarnation Barrier.

He had no intention of consigning it to the Animal Realm; the unfinished Animal Realm was the proper place for it.

Adding the previously suppressed White Dragon remnant soul, perhaps gathering more giant beast remnants could complete the Animal Realm?

Retracting the barrier, Mu Yi landed on the great bridge.

Seeing the scholar gazing at him, Mu Yi nodded.

"I have not failed my mission!"

"Good! Good! Good!" The scholar's tightly knotted brows finally relaxed, he adjusted his robes, then sat cross‑legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and dissolved into light with the river wind.

The lamp burned out, yet he stayed only to hear the final word.

Mu Yi silently bowed to the scholar; no matter when, such a warrior who sacrifices himself for protection deserves respect.

"But what now?"

Mu Yi felt a headache; the scholar was dead, and this mess was beyond him to clean up.

He couldn't manage the water currents.

Even if the flood‑dragon was dead, the surging river waves did not cease.

As Mu Yi pondered how to conclude, a notification refreshed on his retinal display.

"Zongwang Prompt: Recruitment mission completed! Rewards distributed!"

Accompanying the Zongwang notification, a figure appeared beside Mu Yi.

"Strategist Wen Ren pays his respects, General!"

Mu Yi blinked, looked at the follower now before him, then at the fading light of Wen Ren's body to the side.

"You're clever!"

Mu Yi twitched the corner of his mouth; these smart people really are clever, exploiting a small bug in Zongwang without even understanding it.

"Just a bit of cleverness! For any offense, I hope the General will pardon me!" Wen Ren said with a light smile as he rose.

Mu Yi raised his eyebrows, still puzzled, when a red Zongwang message refreshed before him.

"Zongwang Prompt: Follower Wen Ren's revival requires 38,888 Zongwang Disaster Coins, already deducted!"

Mu Yi's mouth twitched; sure enough, Zongwang's bug wasn't that easy to exploit—ultimately this debt landed on his head.

Yet he felt it was worth it; whether fighting the flood‑dragon or exploiting the bug, Wen Ren had fully shown his wisdom and ability; having such an aide was like adding wings to a tiger for Mu Yi.

"Mr. Wen, what now?" Mu Yi didn't press further, pointing at the surging river and asked.

Frankly, he could just leave, but he wasn't a demon; leaving the problem unsolved would weigh on his conscience.

"Just hand it over to me!" Wen Ren smiled faintly, drew his sword, and a surge of righteous aura burst forth from his body.

With Wen Ren's gesture, the raging waves subsided a bit.

Mu Yi watched Wen Ren's movements, finding them somewhat familiar; after a moment he thought, isn't this the feeling of Chu Yi sorting the earth veins?

After a brief pause, Mu Yi reached out and summoned Chu Yi through the net.

As soon as Chu Yi appeared, he immediately understood Mu Yi's intent; the divine markings on his forehead blazed with light, and the still‑raging river instantly grew calm.

Wen Ren stared for a moment, looking at Chu Yi in disbelief.

"Water God? No…… Mountain God?"

The river that he had struggled to calm for half a day was stilled by Chu Yi in an instant, as he watched Mu Yi stroking Chu Yi's head.

Wen Ren suddenly realized that his future life might be quite exciting.