Chapter 478: The Whereabouts of the Pearl!

Watching Jiang Feng leave, Duan Zhang finally couldn't hold up, and with a plop he slumped onto the ground.

His legs went soft like two noodles, and cold sweat had soaked his back clothing.

A white-robed person behind him immediately supported him, his voice tinged with concern.

"Eldest Son, are you alright?"

Duan Zhang shook his head, saying nothing.

His eyes stared straight at the pile of dry bones on the ground, his gaze full of fear and lingering dread.

After a while, he came to his senses, grabbing the white-robed person's arm, his voice trembling.

"Did you see that, Duan Xin? He! He actually mastered the Space-Time Law!"

Duan Zhang's voice was loud, echoing in the underground palace.

"Even a Martial Venerable might not be able to master the Space-Time Law, and he's done it in such a short time!"

He pointed at the pile of dry bones on the ground, his finger trembling.

"Duan Ping was reduced to ashes by just a finger of his! Turned to dust!"

Duan Xin also swallowed, his eyes filled with shock.

He certainly saw it.

From the moment Duan Ping turned into dry bones, his mind went blank.

Such a method—he had never even heard of it, let alone seen it.

"I saw it, Young Master Duan."

Duan Xin's voice sounded a little hollow.

"This person's strength is too great; we are absolutely no match for him!"

He paused, glanced at the direction Jiang Feng had disappeared, and lowered his voice to say.

"Eldest Son, we should leave quickly before he changes his mind."

Duan Zhang gritted his teeth, his eyes full of reluctance.

"What about our Duan Family's plan then?"

His voice carried a hint of anxiety.

"If we were uncertain before, it would be fine, but now you've seen it—he's using the Space-Time Law!"

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Our ancestor is already at the Martial Venerable initial stage; he only needs to comprehend the Space-Time Law to become a top-tier existence of Great Martial Venerable level. This is crucial for whether our Duan Family can rise to become a top clan in Kyoto."

Duan Xin nodded upon hearing that.

He and Duan Ping have different temperaments; Duan Ping is hot-headed and impulsive, but he is thoughtful and likes to think things over.

From start to finish just now, he hadn't spoken a word, merely observing Jiang Feng's methods and Duan Zhang's reactions.

At this moment, his expression turned fierce, he leaned close to Duan Zhang's ear and lowered his voice to say.

"Eldest Son, how about we sacrifice something?"

Duan Zhang stared, taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

A flash of coldness crossed Duan Xin's eyes.

"The National Teacher is also about to enter the Great Martial Venerable realm. If he knew there is a complete Space-Time Law inheritance here…"

He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

Duan Zhang's eyes lit up instantly, and the gloom in his heart swept away.

"What do you mean?"

Duan Xin gave a cold smile and continued.

"A single clone might not be able to hold him, Jiang Feng, but if the National Teacher himself comes, I don't believe Jiang Feng can stir up any trouble!"

He paused, a glint of calculation flashing in his eyes.

"Then we will have our Duan Family's ancestor step forward; surely the National Teacher will be willing to share part of the inheritance. After all, this is a complete inheritance of a Great Martial Venerable, not something one person can consume alone."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhang was overjoyed and slapped his thigh.

"Good, let's do that!"

"Come on, let's leave this place first. I'll contact my master right now."

Duan Xin nodded, supporting him as they walked outward.

The other few white-robed people followed behind, hurrying, wishing they could sprout wings and fly out.

No one glanced at the pile of dry bones on the ground again.

Duan Ping's fate was the best warning.

None of them wanted to become the next one.

The group left the underground palace, passed through the long corridor, and walked out of the cave.

Outside, the sky was just lightening; morning light poured from the east, shining on Langtou Mountain.

Duan Zhang stood at the mountain's base, looked back at the cave, and a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

"Jiang Feng, do you think you've won?"

He muttered softly, his voice low.

"Wait and see; the real contest has only just begun."

Having said that, he turned and got into the carriage.

……

Meanwhile, Jiang Feng had no idea of the plot hatched by Duan Zhang and the others.

At this moment, he had already arrived deep in the Underground Palace.

The Underground Palace is huge, much larger than he imagined.

Going inward from the Main Hall, there is a long corridor, with stone chambers on both sides of the corridor.

Each stone chamber's door is engraved with different runes, some bright, some dim.

Jiang Feng, relying on the records in that book, walked about five minutes down the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a stone chamber door.

The stone chamber's door is carved with a dragon-shaped pattern, the pattern very intricate.

The dragon's body twists and turns, its claws outstretched, and two red gems are set in its eyes, emitting a weak light in the dim Underground Palace.

Jiang Feng placed his hand on the door, his internal method circulating, and a force surged into the stone door.

The runes on the stone gate lit up, emitting a low rumbling sound.

Then the stone gate slowly opened.

The stone chamber is not large—only a few dozen square meters.

The walls on all four sides are covered with murals, all depicting dragons.

Each mural is vividly lifelike, as if the dragons might fly off the walls at any moment.

Jiang Feng stood at the entrance of the stone chamber, not rushing in.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he sealed the mental and spiritual link between himself and the Trapped Dragon.

Since it awoke, the Trapped Dragon has maintained a mental‑spiritual link with Jiang Feng.

But Jiang Feng can actually sever that link—though the dragon might notice; at this moment he can't worry about that…

After severing the link, Jiang Feng opened his eyes and stepped into the stone chamber.

The air inside the stone chamber is dry, carrying an ancient aura.

Jiang Feng walked up to the first mural and examined it closely.

This mural depicts a golden giant dragon coiling above the clouds, its body surrounded by countless stars.

The dragon's eyes are golden, like two suns, radiating dazzling light.

Jiang Feng stared at that mural for a long time, then walked to the second mural.

The second mural shows the same giant dragon, but its pose has changed—no longer coiling, it is swooping down.

The dragon's claws are outstretched, lunging toward something on the ground.

On the ground, countless tiny figures are painted; they tilt their heads upward, gazing at the dragon in the sky, their faces filled with terror.

Jiang Feng furrowed his brow slightly and continued looking downward.

In the third mural, the dragon has already landed on the ground, its surroundings a wasteland of ruins.

The tiny figures lie scattered across the ground—some dead, some struggling.

In the dragon's mouth is clutched a pearl, its color golden, the same as the dragon's eyes.

The fourth mural: the dragon has vanished, leaving only the pearl.

The pearl lies in a person's hands; that person kneels on the ground, both hands cupping the pearl, head bowed low, as if in worship.

Jiang Feng stared at this mural, his expression suddenly changing.

It wasn't because of the pearl, but because of the person holding it.

That person's attire and appearance are exactly the same as a figure in an ancient painting on Kunlun Mountain.

Jiang Feng had seen that ancient painting in the Sutra Pavilion of Kunlun Mountain.

The painting depicts the founding patriarch of the Kunlun Sect.

Jiang Feng's pupils constricted sharply, his heart racing.

Founding Patriarch?

The Grand Martial Venerable of the Ancient Wu Empire?

The Dragon Clan?

Could there be some connection among these three?

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and continued looking downward.

The fifth mural: that person is gone, and the pearl is gone as well.

In their place stands a tall mountain.

That mountain, Jiang Feng recognizes.

It is Kunlun Mountain.

Jiang Feng stared at the mural, his mind in turmoil.

What exactly is hidden on Kunlun Mountain?

And where has that pearl gone?