Chapter 1170

Click-clack, click-clack...

The sea of clouds churned, stained with blood, and the sound of teeth-grinding chewing echoed everywhere.

On the towering Jade Gate, bits of flesh adhered, and blood dyed the beast heads red, transforming it into a dark red gate of flesh and blood.

Repeatedly falling to the ground, repeatedly suffering wounds, Liang Qu spat out blood.

His entire body of bone and flesh had been violently smashed and flung by the White Ape, scattering after turning into a pulp, like stewed, tender, deboned meat. With a light shake, only a ghastly skeleton remained; an ordinary person reduced to this state would have long since been unable to move.

But Liang Qu had already died once after having his bones picked and flesh scraped.

Going to the Underworld, he would still be Elder Fish, the Sect Master of the River God Sect!

The Underworld, the Human World—what was the difference?

Whoever wanted a good reincarnation after death would still have to come find him to pull some strings!

Clinging tightly to the White Ape, tearing, swallowing, and feeding, Liang Qu was like a starving leopard on the barren grasslands. His pupils shrank into golden-red dots, his knotted muscles bulged, and all his actions and emotions transformed into the most instinctive survival.

His physical body fought the Flood Dragon, while his spirit struggled to survive with the White Ape.

Both were simultaneously nearing their limits, their oil exhausted and lamps dried up.

Only blood and flesh could build the foundation.

One mouthful after another, one blow after another, one time after another...

His skull collided and bit mechanically; the White Ape's flesh, torn away, fell from the cavity in his jaw, brushing past his spine, colliding with his ribs, and landing on his hip bone without obstruction. The flesh squirmed, gradually adhering to the white bone to grow.

Bang.

The white bone was flung onto the ground again.

The flesh that had just adhered and grown was shaken apart.

If he couldn't bite the head, he would bite the hand; if he couldn't bite the hand, he would tear at the shoulder.

Letting the white bone gnaw, the White Ape refused to let go, lifting Liang Qu's leg bone over and over, shaking the iron chains on its body, and smashing him against the Jade Gate, making the heavens and earth tremble and jade dust fall in a rustle.

Whoosh-whoosh, whoosh-whoosh...

The White Ape wearing shackles became like the shackled-less white bone.

The shackled-less white bone became like the shackled White Ape.

Blood flowed gurgling from the wounds, gathering into a stream.

The sea of clouds was dark red, undulating and rising.

"Whoosh..."

The scarlet waves rose and collided, glowing with a layer of soft white foam. The vegetation rooted in the soil was swept clean, and the blood washed the red earth, all merging into the Lucang River.

The wound on the Mountain Dragon's neck was deep enough to see bone, and the rainwater washed away the accumulated blood, revealing a ghastly white spine.

The Flood Dragon headed south, merging into the Lucang River.

The world was deep blue, with torrential rain pouring down.

The lead-gray clouds refused to disperse, and the surging water level overflowed the mountainous terrain, seeping in all directions, back-flowing onto both banks, and knocking down trees, forming a great flood unseen for hundreds of years.

Red earth, stones, trees, and yellow, black, and purple fallen leaves all merged into the river.

The eyes of the world gathered once more.

The Southern Frontier chieftains kowtowed and knelt, begging their ancestors.

"What on earth will it become?"

Meng Yi grabbed his hair and howled in pain.

No one had expected, no one could have imagined, that this battle would turn out like this.

The White Ape, which had only appeared twice, had defeated the Flood Dragon that had entrenched itself in the Long Gong for decades!

No one understood the trend; it seemed like a chaotic battle between the Southern Frontier, the Northern Court, and Great Shun, but in reality, the true protagonist was the Jianghuai region. Everyone was forced to move along with it, and the one who suffered the most severe damage in the middle was, without a doubt, their Southern Frontier.

Pan Tong had fallen, Lingnan had been lost, and the Flood Dragon and White Ape were chasing and fleeing; the state of the mountain strongholds inside was unknown.

If the Flood Dragon were to succeed, occupy the Lucang River, and transform into the Dragon King...

There were three great rivers in the world, but only the Jianghuai region produced a furnace and a Dragon King of the world.

However, the Dragon Kings of the E River and the Yellow Sand River were also top-tier Sky Dragons, occupying the middle-rank fruits of the rivers. Fighting on their home turf, they could not be defeated without the combined efforts of several Sky Dragons, and they could serve as natural moats.

The Southern Frontier had developed the Lucang River, guiding its tributaries into the main trunk, planning for decades precisely for this purpose, to establish a natural barrier with Great Shun so they would have no worries, and then, in coordination with the Mayfly Blood-Gathering and the Blood-Hidden Gu, they would surely advance their territory significantly.

If they let the Flood Dragon occupy it, like a cuckoo in a magpie's nest, all their beauty would vanish into thin air.

But the most critical White Ape had not kept up.

The meteor in the sky shook, tearing open the firmament.

Among the Nine Strongholds, the Great Shamans who had not intended to intervene had to descend to the front line, but Great Shun could not increase its stakes; the Northern Court was biting too tightly, constantly placing bets, and they also had no spare manpower.

"Flood Dragon!"

Thirty percent of the water-walking was complete.

A roar came from the sky.

A streak of black light sped over. The Flood Dragon ignored it, flicked its tail to shatter the black light, resisted the Great Shaman's offensive, and continued to swim upstream, leaving the Great Shaman behind in the blink of an eye.

The Great Shamans remaining in the Southern Frontier were located in the hinterland and were not concentrated on the front line, making it difficult to arrive after the fact.

A single one or two, and not peak Sky Dragons, simply could not slow down the Flood Dragon's pace; in fact, if it weren't for the fact that water-walking could not be traversed, they wouldn't even be able to touch each other.

"Flood Dragon, do you really want to be this resolute? My Southern Frontier will surely not compromise with you!"

"Flood Dragon! Flood Dragon! Retreat quickly, my Southern Frontier is willing to act as a mediator, letting you and the White Ape negotiate for a compromise and peace!"

Woo.

"Quick, quick, go back!"

The horn sounded, echoing through the forests and fields.

Having crossed the Lin River and pursued the remnants of the Southern Frontier all the way, Xu Haitao issued an urgent order to return for defense.

"General, it's a great opportunity, why sound the retreat?"

"Stupid, didn't you see the meteor in the sky? The Southern Frontier has been completely shaken. When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. The Great Shamans of the Nine Strongholds no longer want to get involved, but they must personally come to the front line to face the Flood Dragon. Otherwise, the situation will surely change drastically.

If the Wu Sheng cannot spare the hand to support us, any one of those many Great Shamans could give us a hard time. Quick, quick, quick, retreat, retreat! Do not pursue a desperate foe, do not pursue a desperate foe!"

Li Xianghan of Qingwen Valley hugged her mouse, curled up in the darkness.

Yang Xu of Heyuan Prefecture bordered the Hunting Tiger and fought desperately.

In the Imperial Observatory, there were no more gambling shouts, only the scribes writing furiously around the Armillary Sphere, the pages rustling as they recorded the trends of the world, entering them into the historical records for future generations to behold.

Wangyue Tower, the Royal Court, Doudong...

Everyone watched silently, witnessing the Flood Dragon jump to the source of the Lucang River and head east all the way to the sea.

Until a point in the East Sea, it flashed suddenly.

At this time, the Flood Dragon had completed most of its water-walking, having shaken off the three Great Shamans.

Above the stream, the Southern Frontier chieftain stopped kowtowing, his forehead stuck with grass leaves.

The hand that had taken off the bamboo hat hung suspended in mid-air.

Swish.

White steam appeared, pushing aside the water flow. The White Ape, which had been shuttling through the vortex escape path, broke free from the waterway, jumping and flashing continuously, heading straight south at a faster speed, tracing the Flood Dragon!

"Little Water?" the Sea Monk said in surprise, "Are you better?"

"Almost, leave it to me."

The Sea Monk retracted her tentacles, shrinking completely into the White Ape's body.

She was the demon who had most tangibly felt the White Ape's expanding aura; it was as if what had been pulled out of thin air when striking the Flood Dragon had returned, and was even stronger!

The Sea Monk was not good at fighting; facing the Flood Dragon and the Iron-Headed Fish, she only felt cold sweat. Being able to shrink into the body, only performing healing and repairs, gave her a great sense of relief and safety.

Golden eyes burned.

The shackled white bone sat cross-legged on the ground, and the shackled-less White Ape roared at the sky.

The Immortal Island shook, the Qi Sea spread out, and the two broke through the Jade Gate, stepping out of the Dantian inside the body, extending a corner from within, linking to the space between heaven and earth, transforming into a boundless ocean.

In an instant.

Liang Qu realized that his Qi Sea no longer had size or scale; he wielded the infinite, and every gesture carried the might of heaven and earth.

This was not the first time he had experienced this; as soon as the Water Ape Great Sage crossed the age of thirty, Liang Qu's transformation had this feeling of grandeur. Right now, it was just that his true self and his incarnation were as one.

Refined Ze Ling: Water Ape Great Sage Orange Fusion Degree: 99%】

"Hoo!"

A mouthful of turbid Qi surged majestically, blowing away the ocean and revealing ten miles of seabed.

The White Ape suddenly kicked the ground, dived into the water flow, and charged straight at the Flood Dragon!

Golden eyes burned like two scorching suns. The Bing-Fire Sun appeared in the human world. The Flood Dragon swept a glance at the dark clouds of heaven and earth, ignored the White Ape's southward pursuit, and continued its water-walking.

The last thirty thousand miles.

The flood surged, and the riverbed collapsed.

The Lucang River expanded continuously, the surging water violently scouring the hundred thousand mountains, changing the river course. This was not just deepening or widening, but a more essential act of expansion.

In the vast Southern Frontier, millions of people felt the tremors beneath their feet, shifting horizontally to the south!

The world seemed to transform into a jigsaw puzzle; the gods reached out their hands, pulling the puzzle pieces on both sides apart, just to expand the Lucang River.

The South Sea back-flowed, and countless people knelt and prayed.

Having swum half of the Lucang River, wisps of the trend of heaven and earth appeared, wrapping around the Flood Dragon's body, as if a silkworm were forming a cocoon, making it even more unstoppable. It didn't even need to strike personally; just the might of its charge shattered the obstruction methods of the Great Shamans along the way.

The Centipede's eyes were about to split.

Planning until now, the Mountain God had entered the Lucang River, still falling short by one step, but the Flood Dragon had entrenched itself in the Jianghuai Long Gong for decades, precisely making up for this shortfall!

The Huai River was large and the Lucang River was small; the Flood Dragon was strong and the Mountain Dragon was weak.

One increase and one decrease exactly met the conditions.

A man-made Dragon King was indeed feasible; the decades of planning were not wrong.

But now, no one could be happy.

"Roar!"

The White Ape roared, awakening the world.

The Flood Dragon went from west to east, the meteor from east to west, charging straight at the Flood Dragon.

The Southern Frontier Great Shamans looked toward the east, ignoring their mutual hostility, their hearts filled with joy.

The Flood Dragon's gaze narrowed, surging with all its strength, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Boom!

The meteor collided, and the Lucang River revealed its riverbed.

The White Ape collided with the dragon head, grabbed the dragon horns with both hands, kicked the riverbed, and entered a stalemate of strength.

Yet without a moment's obstruction, the White Ape was lifted by the Flood Dragon, its back shattering three great mountains, plowing a straight tributary, and with a flick of the dragon head, it was thrown to one side, shattering the earth.

The grass leaves on the chieftain's forehead drifted down, his expression dull.

"?"

The Southern Frontier Great Shamans and the Great Shun Wu Sheng all stared wide-eyed.

You could drive the Flood Dragon away in the Jianghuai region, but you can't withstand the Flood Dragon's charge in the Lucang River? From beginning to end, was it still a trap?

Clearly stronger than in the Jianghuai region, how could it...

The Sea Monk witnessed everything, feeling quite like a dream shattered. Recalling slightly, she exclaimed in surprise: "Little Water, has your suppression vanished?"

"I know."

【Divine Might】 did not take effect!

Under 【Divine Might】, the Flood Dragon would be weakened by more than eighty percent; without 【Divine Might】, it was a true Demon King at perfection!

The White Ape collapsed into the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood. In its golden eyes, the Flood Dragon and the trend of heaven and earth wrapped around its body merged into the same gorgeous color, as if protected by heaven and earth.

The Flood Dragon was water-walking, using the great trend of heaven and earth to wrap around itself, resisting its pressure?

The last twenty thousand miles.

The Flood Dragon glanced at the sky.

A frontal stalemate could not stop it. The White Ape endured the intense pain all over its body, shuttling and jumping to the downstream. On the only path it had to take, it spread and closed its five fingers, and the Lucang River tributary rose from the ground.

Whoosh.

All things faded in color, hollow and distorted, outlined and depicted by countless black lines.

The staff tip swept past, dead silent.

The light in the sky flashed continuously, and the Flood Dragon's figure stalled.

Boom!

Cracks appeared in the white cocoon of heaven and earth, and the great trend of water-walking paused.

Without waiting for the Great Shamans and Demon Kings to rejoice, the Flood Dragon flew out of the Lucang River, stepped on the void nine times with its dragon claws, and in an instant, shook its head and body. Using the friction of the airflow, it shed a layer of intact dragon skin, along with the white cocoon of heaven and earth, which instantly healed, and dived toward the east.

The last ten thousand miles.

The Southern Frontier pseudo-dragon, which had taken the opportunity to obstruct, was caught off guard, fell to the ground, and rolled along with the White Ape behind it.

"It must be the Flood Dragon's Art of Creation!" the Sea Monk said with some anxiety, "The Flood Dragon's Art of Creation, apart from its incarnation, hasn't revealed much; it should all be prepared for water-walking. Even as a peak Wu Sheng, it would be difficult to stop it without several people working together. Little Water, what should we do? It's about to succeed."

"Don't worry, I still have a way!"

Two failures, the Flood Dragon was water-walking, with only the last short segment remaining.

Once it succeeded...

The Flood Dragon flicked its tail and charged, like a shuttle in a loom, piercing the fingertips of the seamstress. It didn't dare to delay for a moment. Compared to the Jianghuai Great Marsh, the White Ape's aura had risen again.

"Old Ancestor, the White Ape can't stop it either!" the Southern Frontier chieftain urged again, "Strike quickly!"

"Little Water!"

Gravel flew.

Crawling out of the ruins, the White Ape shuttled and pursued again. At the moment of passing the pseudo-dragon, it flashed a hint of hesitation, but finally, its golden eyes shifted, still keeping its target on the Flood Dragon.

Inside the Ze Ding.

The red-gold gourd floated up and down.

Drought Demon!

Once the Drought Demon appeared, the earth would be scorched for ten thousand miles.

If you can't stop the "walking," then cut off the "water"!

"Flood Dragon!"

The flood spread. The Flood Dragon buried its head and moved forward, originally not wanting to pay attention, but at a roar, it suddenly saw a flash of red-gold light above its head.

The golden needle pierced out, stabbing into the earth.

The great trend of water-walking collapsed with a bang.

【Divine Might】 descended.

The Flood Dragon crashed into the dry, cracked, hard riverbed, staring at the White Ape in disbelief.

The Southern Frontier stopped its tremors, and the Great Shamans were stunned on the spot.

The chieftain saw the two stones in the river confronting each other and thought the water-walking had ended. Before he could be happy, he suddenly saw that on the stream stone, the Old Ancestor's expression had suddenly changed.

"Wrong!"

Wrong?

Without the Old Ancestor needing to strike, the White Ape had stopped the Flood Dragon's water-walking; what was wrong with that?

The chieftain was stunned.

One drum, then two, then three, then exhausted.

The last ten thousand miles, the South Sea was imminent, the Flood Dragon was stranded, and the great trend of heaven and earth collapsed with a bang!

The water-walking failed. Looking at the suddenly clear sky, the Flood Dragon felt a sense of gloom.

A shadow was cast on its face.

Gripping the red-gold small gourd tightly, the White Ape squeezed its body and spirit, leaping into the nine heavens, its long hair fluttering. When it jumped out from the firmament, the steam that evaporated flowed along every curve of its muscles.

Its gums were scarlet, and it threw a fierce punch.

Held in the center of the fist, heaven and earth were gripped, and the bones protruded like mountains.

The fist print expanded and magnified in its field of vision, golden eyes filling its pupils, trembling violently.

"Flood!!! Dragon!!!"

Yet.

Before everyone could react or take action.

The fleeing birds froze in mid-air, the fluttering leaves stopped moving, the branches stopped swaying, and the water waves stopped flowing. All Martial Saints, Great Shamans, and Demon Kings were unable to move.

Silence.

The Flood Dragon's expanded golden eyes retracted, bursting with infinite brilliance.

The water-walking had not succeeded.

But...

The great event had been accomplished!

Ripples trembled, and the old man in a straw raincoat stepped out of the void, holding a fishing rod, swept a glance at the Flood Dragon, and stood before the White Ape's golden eyes.

"Put away the Drought Demon fruit."

The golden eyes turned. The White Ape looked at the figure in the sky, turned its hand, and put away the red-gold gourd.

The fishing rod shook.

The Flood Dragon and the White Ape simultaneously felt hooked.

The long rod flicked, and their chests shook. The White Ape felt itself flicked by a finger, as if choking while drinking water, its Qi and blood flowing backward, a lump of Qi blocking its trachea, and the Sea Monk rolled out from its body.

"In the past, the Jianghuai Dragon King had an agreement to get along with each other. You three Demon Kings, causing such a ruckus in my Southern Frontier, making it so chaotic—I originally didn't want to care, it's all meaningless matters of younger generations fighting for fame and profit, but destroying my ten thousand miles of fertile land and forests, what is the meaning of this?"

The White Ape did not answer, its eyeballs turning, looking backward.

"It is a bit excessive." Another figure stepped out, wearing loose, large robes, "Fortunately, no great mistake was made, just a temporary interruption of the flow. Everyone take a step back and go home, each to your own?"

"Indeed."

White clouds spread across the sky, covering the sun and blocking the scorching light, bringing a hint of coolness to the Southern Frontier.

"Matters of the water tribe shouldn't have been blown up so big, let alone interfering in matters on land. Sea Monk..."

The Sea Monk said in a panic: "Whale Emperor."

"You are repaying a favor, which is understandable, but a merchant should know their place. From now on, don't use my banner to conduct business."

The old man in the straw raincoat glanced at the White Ape and the Flood Dragon: "The outcome is decided, the Jianghuai Long Gong has changed hands. Today's events end here. The Drought Demon fruit and the scorched earth, whoever it is, don't even think about seeing it again if you throw it into my Southern Frontier."

"However, the Flood Dragon and I have had past origins after all. Seeing it live, I cannot bear to see it die. Its skills are inferior to the Ape's, so the Long Gong should naturally change hands. Beyond that, it stops here."

No opinion was asked.

The old man in the straw raincoat left, the one in the loose robes disappeared, and the white clouds in the sky dispersed.

Birds flew anew.

The rolling waves continued the previous tide.

"Ha... ha..."

White hair fluttered in the wind, breathing heavily.

The White Ape's actions recovered. It clenched its burning five fingers, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and tightened its fist. The azure tentacles wrapped around its forearm, and the Sea Monk hurriedly came forward to wrap it, shrinking back into the White Ape's body.

Golden eyes swept across.

The Flood Dragon had disappeared, shuttling into the sea.

The Southern Frontier Great Shamans and the Great Shun Wu Sheng stopped fighting simultaneously, retreated three steps, and bowed respectfully.

On the ground, the Perfected Form and Hunting Tiger realms didn't feel anything was wrong, interweaving and fighting desperately.

Lingnan had fallen, the South Sea had shrunk, Pan Tong had fallen, the Flood Dragon had flooded both banks and three mountains...

"Splash."

Water waves collided with the reef.

The Lucang River water was muddy and unclear, flowing east for eternity.

Immortal.

A few words.

Like pushing away the stylus of a record player, cutting the film in a film canister.

The music and the movie came to an abrupt end.

"Kill, kill, kill! Repaying the Lord's intention on the Golden Terrace, carrying the Jade Dragon to die for the Lord! If the Lord's grace can be repaid, the Dragon Sword has male and female. Flood Dragon, today I, Old Turtle, will risk my life to take half of yours—give me your life!"

Shoushan broke through the white clouds.

Turtle claws patted. General Yuan rushed from the Lin River to the Lucang River, beating the Frog King and the Turtle King. Seeing the White Ape standing in the void, he was stunned at first, then his eyes revealed infinite thoughts and thousands of melancholy, sighing and expressing emotion at the same time.

"Sigh... The Flood Dragon is powerful, and with the Iron-Headed Fish assisting, Old Turtle was lurking in the dark, originally thinking there was no way to take revenge in this life, and would surely die in depression and hatred.

Just now, seeing the Fire Tree Silver collapse, I was even more sorrowful and unbearable, missing the Dragon King.

I never imagined that the heroic posture would open the sky bones, leaping ten thousand miles with divine speed.

Purging the national demons and snow-clearing the national shame, establishing rites and music to return to the Heavenly King's honor.

General Yuan of Peng Ze, congratulates Jianghuai on welcoming a new Lord, celebrating for the world, celebrating for the water tribe!"

The monkey troop of Shoushan ran to tell each other, cheering and jumping, jumping down from the mountaintop, tails hooking tails, swinging out an arc. The Golden-Haired Monkey King held fresh fruit to offer to the Great Ape.

General Yuan snatched it with its claws and offered it to the White Ape, feeling uneasy in its heart.

It originally thought it was a Jianghuai battle, a narrow victory of five against two, but who knew that after all the fuss, the white-haired monkey just ran around, and one demon drove away the Flood Dragon and the Iron-Headed Fish.

Whoosh.

The sound of breaking through the air rang out.

General Yuan subconsciously retracted its head, discovering that what flew over was a peach tree branch, with a small emerald snake hanging between the branches.

Wood-type long Qi!

Good stuff.

Not daring to delay, the old turtle hurriedly planted it on Shoushan, discovering that the White Ape had already left.

Damn it!

Just a wisp of long Qi to dismiss me? The merit of following the Ape at the risk of life, what about the Long Gong treasury?

That wasn't the price we talked about before!

(End of chapter)