Chapter 219: Nefarious Dragon Backlash (4K)

The response to Zhang Jian was only the fierce roar of this imperial corpse.

In the heavenly realm's purifying fire, its corpse aura turned into armor, and the bloody corpse aura surged like a spring, attempting to extinguish the divine flame.

"Unwilling?"

Zhang Jian's face curled into a cold smile; the heavenly realm's purifying fire in his hand, under his activation, condensed countless runes into a massive Vermilion Bird form that poured into the golden coffin.

The heavenly realm's purifying fire is powerful; with the added Vermilion Bird Mimicry Technique, its might further evolves, summoning a trace of Vermilion Bird will from the depths of the void, manifesting the true form of the Vermilion Bird, possessing part of the Vermilion divine beast's power.

With the heavenly realm's divine flame empowering it, this strike in his hand is no less than an immortal art.

Under the Vermilion Bird's Slaying Evil might, the skull of the flying corpse inside the golden coffin was instantly dissolved by him.

The remnant soul within was annihilated by the true form of the Vermilion Bird.

However, Zhang Jian noticed that although the imperial corpse's remnant soul was annihilated, its flesh rapidly absorbed the resentful evil qi from the dragon veins, quickly recovering, nearly becoming an immortal body.

But its recovery speed was not as fast as the burning speed of the Vermilion Bird's will; in a moment, it turned into a pile of flying ash.

Yet inside, a golden elemental pellet flew out, about to escape through the void; Zhang Jian, quick-eyed and quick-handed, reached out and seized it, storing it in the blood fetus bag.

Boom—

At this moment, Zhang Jian noticed that with the annihilation of the imperial corpse serving as the formation's eye, countless resentful evil qi from deep within the dragon veins surged forth, the dragon vein's essence qi having no outlet, pouring out toward the center of the well.

And it nearly poured out in a single direction.

That direction was the Nine Dragons Arching the Bi; the nine dragon mouths on the Nine Dragons Arching the Bi continued to suck, like an azure dragon drinking water, completely devouring these dragon vein essence qi, primordial qi, and evil qi.

"..."

Seeing this, Zhang Jian's expression froze slightly; after a moment of deduction in his hand, a strange color flickered in his eyes.

"This too counts as the cycle of heavenly dao!"

Heaven pityingly sees, this is absolutely not him intentionally harming the Great Qian royal family; rather, this formation lacked the imperial corpse as its eye, causing the eye to shift to the Nine Dragons Arching the Bi, which then caused the dragon vein resentful qi to backflow.

Seeing this, Zhang Jian shook his head, his form transforming into a divine light as he fled rapidly.

As for the corpse of the empress in the Three-Eyed Suppression Well, he paid it no further heed.

Meanwhile, deep within the imperial mausoleum.

A figure wearing a tall hat and broad sash sat cross-legged in a formation, surrounded by countless candles.

Numerous banners fluttered, radiating light.

Before this figure stood an altar, upon which rested a small cauldron, burning three slender sticks of sandalwood.

Around the altar, at unequal distances, stood three large bronze crane-spout candelabras, each holding thick, white candles as wide as an arm, burning with candlelight.

The three bronze crane-spout stands respectively represent the three major fortunes of the Heavenly Prayer Bureau.

The core of the Heavenly Prayer Bureau lies in utilizing the momentum of the convergence of the three major fortunes to forcibly seal the leakage of dragon vein essence qi, thereby achieving the goal of prolonging the dragon vein's vitality.

Normally, one fortune spans twenty years, three fortunes make one era; currently, we are in the lower era's white fortune, and in ten years, the lower era's purple fortune will begin; if one seizes the opportunity, it is not impossible to reverse heaven's timing and restore the dragon vein's feng shui.

But at this moment, deep within the imperial mausoleum, numerous omens have emerged.

Boom—

A faint rumbling sound came from nearby; Yuan Geng Daoist, seated deep in the Heavenly Prayer Bureau, opened his eyes, suddenly feeling a surge of intense heart blood.

Yet when he calculated with his fingers, he only sensed countless dragon and tiger qi roaring, obscuring the spiritual mechanism, making it impossible to deduce.

But in that instant, his expression changed as he heard a ferocious dragon's roar from deep within the imperial mausoleum; a vast black aura surged forth from the depths.

"Resentful evil?"

Seeing this black aura, Yuan Geng's expression froze, then shifted slightly.

He immediately recognized the nature of that black aura: it was clearly the killing qi, resentful qi, and the evil dragon's resentful evil formed from nefarious power within the dragon veins; this thing is deeply sinister, able to silently ruin one's cultivation and extinguish one's yin spirit.

But how could such a filthy thing be born in the Great Qian dragon veins?

"Heavenly Gang True Fire!"

As his expression changed, he spat out a streak of scorching divine light, instantly annihilating a wisp of drifting resentful evil.

But this was not the end; Yuan Geng's face was grim, his vast primordial spirit sensing the depths of the Great Qian dragon veins, where waves of resentful evil came rushing toward him.

Shortly after, more and more resentful evil surged from the depths of the Great Qian dragon veins, simultaneously entangling outward with the dragon veins.

Seeing this, Yuan Geng's scalp tingled, and his face flushed with anger.

Although we have become true persons of the primordial spirit, our fate remains closely tied to the fortune of Great Qian; we still hope to rely on this great ship of Great Qian to advance further.

How could we sit idly by while Great Qian's fortune encounters such an accident?

"Heavenly Gang Sword Art!"

At this moment, behind him, a vast divine sword appeared, like a streak of divine light shooting toward the earth.

Countless streaks of pure yang divine light burst from his hands, crushing the overflowing dragon vein resentful evil.

He noticed that all this dragon vein resentful evil was surging from deep within a single earth vein, merging into the Great Qian dragon veins.

The end of that earth vein is the dragon vein of the former Shu state; clearly, something has gone wrong there.

His pupils flickered; in an instant, resolve formed in his heart; the sword in his hand flew out, instantly transforming into a massive sword light that plunged toward the edge of the Three-Eyed Suppression Well; as the sword light fell, the long sword instantly became a sword formation, temporarily trapping the incessantly backflowing dragon vein resentful evil within that earth vein.

However, such a seal is also extremely taxing for Yuan Geng.

At this moment, his gaze fell upon the Three-Element Prayer Heaven Bureau before him; his eyes held a hint of gloom.

Although he intercepted it in time, a portion of the dragon vein resentful evil still merged into the Great Qian dragon veins.

Only to see these dragon vein resentful evils merge into the depths of the imperial mausoleum with the Great Qian dragon veins, indistinguishable from one another; within, a red-black dragon shadow was rapidly taking shape.

"Evil Dragon?"

Seeing this, Yuan Geng's expression worsened.

Great Qian fears no external enemy, but for such an evil dragon to form within the Great Qian dragon veins, with the reverse dragon appearing, is a great hidden danger.

He condensed a streak of intense sword qi in the depths of his eyes, intending to seize the opportunity to slay this unformed evil dragon, but saw the evil dragon swing its tail and instantly burrow deep into the hidden depths of the Great Qian dragon veins.

This made Yuan Geng suddenly feel a hint of headache.

He knew that the Great Qian court would face great trouble from now on.

Although he had long known that extracting the former dynasty's dragon qi would inevitably bring backlash, he never imagined that in less than four hundred and fifty years, the fate of Great Qian would encounter such peril.

At this moment, Yuan Geng looked ahead; the Qitian Bureau was also affected, and the flames on the candles seemed to be influenced by an invisible force, flickering weakly like candlelight in the wind.

"Who exactly ruined the feng shui of the Three-Eye Suppression Well?"

At this moment, Yuan Geng's expression turned cold and severe, while he angrily urged another figure in the void.

"Senior Chaodao, if you don't act decisively, even our ancestral home will be stolen!"

In the depths of the sky, Chaomu's spiritual mechanisms astonished the world, his vast magical power manifesting like a flowing ribbon of ethereal light; hearing this, his expression changed instantly, he glanced toward Dongling, and let out a soft hum.

In an instant, the void violently trembled, as if a beating heart began to throb violently.

This sound immediately caused the opposing Primordial Spirit True Person to change color; it was a figure surrounded by demonic aura, who, upon hearing the strange noise, suddenly let out a painful howl, as if feeling his own flesh and heart violently pounding.

"The Outer Realm Demon Drum, you are..."

At this moment, the Primordial Spirit True Person's face changed color, faintly guessing Chaomu's origin; a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes, yet boundless demonic aura surged from his body, and in an instant his form transformed into a dragon body tens of zhang long.

It was a demon dragon, resembling a true dragon in body but bearing three horns on its head; upon manifesting, it slightly swayed its tail, and immediately a vast and strange power arose from the void, wind and thunder intertwining, striking toward Chaomu.

The immense power contained within seemed capable of piercing mountains and seas.

But upon seeing this, Chaomu coldly smiled, his primordial spirit power surged forth, manifesting his primordial spirit true form, with his profound yin qi flowing and transforming into a majestic vessel of death, intertwined with the aura of demise.

Its body wore a special imperial robe.

This apparition merely faintly appeared, as if the surrounding void played a deathly requiem, and simultaneously a terrifying divine light instantly enveloped the tens-of-zhang-long dragon body, actually sweeping it up, wrapping it, and embracing it within the divine embrace.

At the same time, a grand heavenly sound came from the dark void, like the judgment of a netherworld death god.

"Min Longzi, your lifespan has ended; today you should return to heaven and earth!"

Upon hearing this, from the depths of the black light came the demon dragon's tremendous howl.

"Pah, nonsense, our sect has already become the body of an earth demon dragon, immortal and undying—how could there be an end to lifespan?"

Yet as the words were spoken, the black light violently contracted, as if boundless yin wind and poisonous fire swept out, corroding bones and shattering souls; within the divine light, the huge dragon body suddenly emitted a most miserable and tragic cry, countless dark thunderbolts exploded around its body, attempting to break free, yet it could never shake off that layer of dark divine light.

Watching as the dragon's body was layer by layer covered in black light, its vitality forcibly seized.

Finally, its dragon body grew weaker and weaker, struck by a special finger bone, the entire dragon body trembled, completely losing resistance; moments later it collapsed into nothing, taken away by the black light.

On the Observation Platform

Zhang Jian watched this scene, his expression changing; he could clearly sense in the depths of his spiritual eyes that this demon dragon should be the transformation of Min Longzi, the sect master of the Black Dragon Sect.

Its demon dragon true form was powerful and fierce, possessing part of a true dragon's essence, and should be hard to kill, yet before this terrifying primordial spirit immortal method, it had no power to resist.

"It seems its mind was suppressed, thus losing resistance, and its vitality was forcibly sucked away?"

Zhang Jian thought to himself.

He had not expected that the silent steward, the eunuch Chaomu, would actually be this strong?

With a raise of hand and step, he made a Primordial Spirit True Person drink hatred.

This is one who has proven the existence of the Primordial Spirit, worthy of being called an immortal true person dwelling in the world, not just any cat or dog.

Zhang Jian opened his eyes to gaze upon the majestic vessel spirit shadow, and his heart felt something strange.

"I don't know what kind of Primordial Spirit external form this steward Chaomu cultivates, so powerful—it sounds like the rumored Yama external form, yet not quite; could it be the Ghost Emperor external form?"

A faint ripple appeared in Zhang Jian's eyes.

The dharma form condensed by the Primordial Spirit True Person is clearly different from that condensed by the Yin God Venerable; rather, it is truly integrated into the Primordial Spirit, the Primordial Spirit stirring the heavenly authority in the dark void, himself becoming an incarnation of a deity.

This is the foundation, and also the reliance for future immortality and enlightenment.

"Although these dharma forms are strong, they are ultimately those used by predecessors; it is better to temper oneself a thousand times, to open a path early—first difficult, then easy!"

Zhang Jian's pupils rippled.

In fact, following the *Baolu* in cultivation, he could early select a innate technique from within as the foundation of his Primordial Spirit, such as the *Wang Ding Dangmo Miaofa*, ultimately achieving a Holy King Primordial Spirit—this is an extremely powerful Primordial Spirit external form.

Once successful, it would be wondrous and boundless.

But Zhang Jian chose the *Shanhe Sheji Tu* as the foundation of his Primordial Spirit, to integrate it into the Primordial Spirit; once successfully cultivated, he does not know what kind of majestic Primordial Spirit external form will arise.

His eyes rippled with light, seeing Chaomu supporting the demon dragon's corpse turning around, his expression unmoved, he raised his hand to gaze at the Corpse King's Precious Pill in his palm.

At this moment, this Corpse King's Precious Pill in his hand showed no trace of evil aura; instead, it was filled with a noble and heavy divine charm, its interior rich with dense dragon vein essence, and also a strand of special pure Ziwei imperial qi.

Refining this object, it could also establish his Primordial Spirit foundation.

It could allow at least one of the three Hidden Dragon fate patterns to break through limits and transform into a King's Fate.

Using the King's Fate pattern as foundation would be sufficient to support the birth of a Primordial Spirit-level technique.

……

Before Dongling, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, a huge black dragon body tens of zhang long fell from the void.

After this huge dragon body appeared, in the deep mist of Dongling, a figure walked out; Yuan Geng swept his gloomy gaze over it, and let out a cold hum.

"Senior Chaomu, you're too slow!"

A flicker of intense dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Chaomu slowly walked out from the black mist, he furrowed his brows at the displeased Yuan Geng, and also saw the omen in Dongling.

"Yuan brother, did you eat gunpowder? Why such great fire?"

Yuan Geng let out a cold hum, and coldly said: "Go in and see for yourself!"

Upon seeing this, Chaomu stepped forward into the eastern mausoleum, and in an instant his form turned into flowing light, rushing toward the Three-Eye Suppression Well.

Shortly after, his form entered the bottom of the Three-Eye Suppression Well, and immediately he saw the golden light subduing demon magic cave open; inside was a scene of utter chaos.

The pure yang mirror in the well was still there, but the golden coffin suppressing the depths was completely opened; the imperial corpse inside had already vanished, and besides, the Nine Dragons Holding the Bi was still continuously sucking the earth's dragon vein resentment, pouring backward into Great Qian's dragon veins.

This situation made Chaomu's brows furrow into a '川' character, with unnamed anger knotting deep in his brow.

He still felt somewhat incredulous; although the Three-Eye Suppression Well is not a dragon vein, it is also an important place of the court, many capable hands have been assigned, and the inner禁法 are countless; any slight change would not escape Yuan Geng, who is stationed in Dongling.

What kind of existence could enter the suppression well silently and without sound, and even destroy the imperial corpse in the golden coffin, creating such trouble for Great Qian?

Chaomu inspected the bottom of the first and second wells, saw that they could not be repaired, and flew out, stepping toward the nearby Daoist temple.

At this time he saw many Daoists sealed by forbidden arts, and finally saw the Dongxiao Daoist collapsed unconscious at the gate.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of magical force forcibly broke through the Star Binding Soul Technique deep between the Dongxiao Daoist's eyebrows.

"Chief Chao?"

At this time the Dongxiao Daoist also saw Chaomu before him, his expression changed, and he immediately regained consciousness.

Chaomu's face was grim at this time. "Dongxiao, can you clearly see who injured you?"

Upon hearing this, the Dongxiao Daoist's expression immediately turned unpleasant, yet he still recounted everything exactly as it happened.

Just a brief description, and Chaomu's face instantly darkened.

"The Dance of the Demon God?!"

Chaomu's eyes flashed with anger.

In his memory, only the Nine-Tailed Demon God of the Tianhu Palace could provoke the Dance of the Demon God to such an extent.

Yet he found it strange.

What grudge could there be between the court of the Great Qian Dynasty and the distant Tianhu Palace deep in the barbarian wilderness?

Moreover, if it truly was that fox god who came, with his cruel and ruthless nature, he probably would not spare the Dongxiao Daoist a chance to live?