Chapter 551: Slay Dragon King Self‑Destructs, Divine Abyss!

The Continent of Myriad Races.

Upon the battlefield of the Myriad Races.

Strong silhouettes line up, standing upon the void.

In the center stands a man clad in golden battle armor.

The armor, bathed in sunlight, glimmers with a gentle radiance.

Like the scales of a golden dragon.

Blindingly bright.

Beside the middle‑aged man in golden armor, five terrifying figures tightly encircle him.

One of them sneers at the man.

"Slay Dragon King, today is your day of death!"

The speaker appears extremely aged, his head a mass of white hair like pure snow.

If Su Yu were here, he would have noticed.

The five surrounding the Slay Dragon King.

They are, unmistakably, the Celestial Emperor! Demon Emperor! Divine Emperor! Sea Dragon Emperor! Phoenix Emperor!

The five emit powerful auras.

Indeed, each has cultivated the Great Dao beyond two hundred thousand li.

On the Continent of Myriad Races, they are among the elite.

The Slay Dragon King stands calmly at the center of the five, gazing at them with a faintly disdainful smile.

"What? You really think entangling the Sword Emperor and his followers will kill me?"

The Divine Emperor says softly, "Since the separation of Heaven and Earth Cavern, although you Human Race have gained many advantages, we the Three Races could never lack foundation."

"Now the Lion Emperor and his peers have broken through the Dao Realm; though they cannot match the Sword Emperor, merely binding them is enough!"

"Slay Dragon King, you are already proud enough; even if we five join forces and you die, your name will still be renowned throughout the Continent of Myriad Races!"

The Demon Emperor's voice booms.

This time, to slay the Slay Dragon King, they have paid an exorbitant price.

The three races—Divine, Demon, and Immortal—even produced priceless Stellar Ore Veins, forcibly propelling the emperors of some top Myriad Races to the Dao Realm.

Now those newly ascended Dao Realm beings head toward the Human Race to block the Sword Emperor and his followers.

As for the five of them,

they have set their sights on the Slay Dragon King.

There is no choice; the Slay Dragon King's threat is simply too great.

Last time, under the Slay Dragon King's command, the Slay Dragon Army nearly crushed the Immortal Race completely.

That incident has lingered like a fishbone, forever lodged in the throat of the Myriad Races.

Now, at last, the opportunity has arisen.

All for the purpose of eradicating the Slay Dragon King!

If the Slay Dragon King does not die, the Myriad Races can never threaten the Human Race.

The Celestial Emperor's face bears a snarling grin: "Slay Dragon King, when you led the Slay Dragon Army to trample our Immortal Race's borders, did you ever imagine this day?"

The Slay Dragon King gives the Immortals a faint glance: "Were it not for certain rules, you would not survive three seconds in my presence."

"Arrogant! You and your disciple are equally overbearing!"

The Celestial Emperor, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, erupts in instant fury.

"Fine, your disciple is dead; today I will send you to meet your disciple!"

The Celestial Emperor, raging, strikes at once; amid swirling celestial aura, it feels as if an ancient immortal has descended upon the world.

The other four, including the Divine Emperor, also act without hesitation, each launching attacks.

Behind them, five distinct Great Dao paths stretch across heaven and earth, trembling immensely.

Boom—boom—boom!!

Strikes of attack surge instantly toward the Slay Dragon King.

The Slay Dragon King calmly watches the countless assaults, his body shimmering with a faint glow.

"Alas!"

The Slay Dragon King sighs.

"In the end, there is still not enough time!"

The Slay Dragon King looks toward the heavens.

"Very well, this duplicate has persisted for hundreds of years; to have come this far is still commendable."

"However, my duplicate is not something you ants can exterminate!"

The Slay Dragon King lets out a long sigh.

He slowly turns his gaze to the five.

Within his body, extremely turbulent waves surge forth.

Suddenly, the Divine Emperor's pupils contract sharply.

He stares at the Slay Dragon King in horror.

"Damn him, he intends to self‑destruct!"

The Divine Emperor roars.

The other four's expressions also change rapidly.

They all try to distance themselves from the Slay Dragon King.

However, unfortunately it was still too late.

Boom—boom—boom!!!

The Slay Dragon King's body, like a bomb, exploded with a thunderous blast.

It stirred up wave after wave of terrifying shock, a mushroom cloud slowly rose above the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Tribes.

Carrying endless roaring.

Except that the Divine Emperor was the first to react, pulling himself away from the Slay Dragon King, the other four were all enveloped by the bomb's shockwaves.

The scorching heat continuously burned their flesh and blood.

"Ah!!!"

Screams of agony echoed from within the mushroom cloud.

The Divine Emperor, outside, heard those cries and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

His expression was horrified.

"Damn it, how could that guy self‑destruct so easily?"

The Divine Emperor truly couldn't understand.

The fight had just begun; even with our five joining forces, the Slay Dragon King was no match, but he shouldn't have self‑destructed so readily!

For a moment, the Divine Emperor was also a bit baffled.

And it was precisely this turn of events that tormented the Immortal Emperor and the others.

After an unknown amount of time, the Slay Dragon King's self‑detonation's lingering power finally began to dissipate.

Four miserable silhouettes were revealed.

The Immortal Emperor and his companions' garments had completely vanished.

Even their flesh and blood had been melted away by that terrifying force for more than half.

One could even see stark white bones.

The four's aura was extremely weak.

Even a Martial Artist of the Golden Body Realm passing through here could easily kill them.

"Damn it, we took such a huge loss because of him!"

The Immortal Emperor roared.

The Divine Emperor's brows twitched slightly, unleashing strands of Great Dao power to begin repairing the four bodies, then in a deep voice said, "Calm down. The Slay Dragon King issue is resolved; now, what shall we do?"

Hearing the Divine Emperor's voice, the four finally steadied themselves.

A sharp glint flickered in the Immortal Emperor's eyes.

"Now, the Slay Dragon King has been beheaded by us; the Human Race has only three remaining Dao Realm masters, while on our side, together with the Lion Emperor and others, we have a full eight Dao Realm masters."

"Even if the Human Race has twelve capital cities, once we take them one by one, their territory will sooner or later be in my grasp."

"But now is not the time to strike; our four are gravely wounded, and if we act now, the Blade Emperor and his followers will easily find an opening."

The Divine Emperor nodded, "Indeed. How long will your recovery take?"

The Demon Emperor hesitated, then in a deep voice said, "If we ignore cost, half a month is enough; for normal recovery, about three months."

"Then we strike directly after half a month!" A glint flickered in the Immortal Emperor's eyes, "Now is not the time to count costs."

"As long as we can seize the Human Race's territory, the entire Ten Thousand Tribes Continent will be our trump card; then those spent resources will return to our hands."

"Everyone, are you ready?"

The Immortal Emperor's gaze swept over the others.

"Ready!"

The others' faces were solemn, tinged with a trace of excitement.

Then the Divine Emperor led the four away from the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Tribes.

They headed toward the Divine Race, preparing for full restoration.

Heaven Beyond Heaven, Central Immortal Realm.

A massive chasm, like an abyss, split the earth apart.

Thin strands of blackened qi rose point by point from that abyss.

The blackened qi, upon touching the air, began to corrode the air itself, bit by bit.

It emitted a sizzing sound.

And within a mountain range not far from the abyss.

The range stretched endlessly, like a Great Wall, separating the abyss from the entire Central Immortal Realm.

It is precisely because of this range that the blackened qi cannot reach the Central Immortal Realm.

This range is extremely famous within the Central Immortal Realm.

It also has a very resonant name.

Zhen Shen Mountain Range!

Legend says that a deity once invaded Heaven Beyond Heaven, but the countless saints of Heaven Beyond Heaven united to cut off one of its arms, which fell back into Heaven Beyond Heaven.

It fell into the abyss not far from the Zhen Shen Mountain Range.

Although the divine arm was severed, it constantly emitted an aura capable of corrupting hearts, assimilating living beings.

Turning them into the deity's slaves.

And it is because of this range that most of the divine aura is kept outside, sparing the whole Heaven Beyond Heaven.

Otherwise, all of Heaven Beyond Heaven would become nourishment for the divine arm.

At this moment, at the very base of the Zhen Shen Mountain Range.

Deep underground.

A massive azure dragon coiled deep underground, radiating terrifying waves; the surrounding space, under this powerful surge, twisted slightly.

Moreover, centered on the azure dragon, extending hundreds of kilometers, no living creature exists.

It seems all life dares not approach because of this dreadful aura.

Suddenly, the dragon curled in the earth opened its eyes.

Its golden vertical pupils carried an imposing aura, vibrating instantly.

Boom—Boom—Boom!!!

The azure dragon slightly turned its massive body, causing even the entire Zhen Shen Mountains to tremble faintly.

"Hmm?"

A deep, authoritative voice resonated in the subterranean world.

"The clone… died?"

The dragon's body quivered, and in the next moment it transformed into the form of a middle‑aged man.

If Su Yu were here, he would notice that this man's appearance is practically identical to that of the Slay Dragon King.

The azure dragon crossed its arms behind its back and took a slow step forward.

In an instant, space swirled.

The azure dragon appeared within a gigantic palace complex.

It slowly seated itself upon the throne of the palace, one hand propping its chin.

"The Ten Thousand Races Continent… the clone died… those few ants are probably about to make a move…"

The azure dragon murmured.

"I don't know why big brother placed Su Yu on the Ten Thousand Races Continent, but there must be something different there."

"Moreover, the Ten Thousand Races are invading the Human Race… I've been among the Human Race for so long and haven't noticed a thing."

"What exactly is attracting the Ten Thousand Races?"

"And… on the bodies of the three races of gods, demons and immortals, why do I still sense divine spirit?"

"Could it be that divine spirits are behind all this?"

The azure dragon furrowed its brows, pondering.

After an unknown amount of contemplation, it rubbed its forehead and said wearily, "Enough, enough. Leave these matters to that kid Su Yu."

The dragon stretched lazily, "When one grows old, one just loves to sleep. I'll keep sleeping honestly; the rest should be left to the youngsters!"

The azure dragon lounged lazily on the throne and fell into a deep sleep again.

Meanwhile.

Within the Blade Execution Court.

Xiao Yun led Su Yu and five others, slowly arriving at a mountain range.

At the center of the range lay a vast plain, upon which thirty‑six massive traveling palaces were erected.

The number of traveling palaces totaled thirty‑six.

Seeing the thirty‑six palaces, Su Yu's eyebrows lifted slightly, as if recalling something.

At the very center of the thirty‑six palaces hovered the Holy Sword, suspended in mid‑air.

The Holy Sword shed golden radiance, like golden threads, cascading to the ground.

The light stretched down to the deep underground.

At this moment, Xiao Yun's voice rang out.

"This place is the true Blade Execution Court; the area you were in before was merely a residence for prospective blade executors."

Su Yu and the others showed surprised expressions, not expecting that the previously splendid setting was only a dwelling for prospective executors.

One must admit, the Blade Execution Court is truly wealthy.

No wonder it's one of the three top elite forces.

Xiao Yun said lightly, "Your future residence is here."

Then Xiao Yun led everyone to a traveling palace; inside that palace, a large character "Xiao" was boldly written.

"This is my palace; you belong to my blade‑executor squad and will live here."

The six nodded.

The palace was vast, similar to an ancient imperial palace; even tens of thousands could live inside without crowding.

"My blade‑executor squads are few, but most are elite."

Xiao Yun stood at the palace entrance, hands crossed behind his back, addressing the six of Su Yu.

"Under my command, there are only five squads in total; the other four are all ranked within the top fifty of the Blade Execution Court's battle‑team leaderboard."

"The highest‑ranking squad is currently third."

"I will not give you any resources. The first reason is that I am about to break through the Holy Realm. The second is that I dislike those who gain without effort."

Xiao Yun gazed deeply at Su Yu and said, "If you want resources, you must earn them with your own abilities!"

"As long as your strength is sufficient, you can obtain respectable resources."

Su Yu nodded, clasped his fists, and said to Xiao, "Guardian Xiao, within the Blade Execution Court, what avenues exist for us to earn resources?"

Since Xiao Yun will not provide extra resources, they must earn them themselves.

After all, for Su Yu, resources are just numbers; with a Synthesis Slot, why fear a lack of resources?

Xiao Yun's mouth curved slightly upward, and he slowly uttered a few words.

"Divine Abyss!"

After endless unconsciousness, Shi Yu sprang up from the bed. Please,

He gulped fresh air, his chest trembling.

Confusion and incomprehension, a flood of emotions rose in his mind.

Where is this?

Then, Shi Yu subconsciously surveyed his surroundings, and became even more bewildered.

A single‑person dormitory?

Even if he had successfully been rescued, he should be in a ward right now.

And his own body… how could there be not a single wound?

With doubt, Shi Yu's gaze swept quickly across the room, finally resting on a mirror at the foot of the bed.

The mirror reflected his current appearance: about seventeen or eighteen years old, looking very handsome.

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His former self was a handsome young man in his twenties, with an impressive bearing, who had been working for some time.

But now, no matter how he looks at it, this appearance is just that of a high‑school student…

This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long while.

Never tell him that the surgery was a great success…

Body and face have changed; this is no longer a matter of surgery versus no surgery, but of immortal technique.

He has completely become another person!

Could it be… that he has transmigrated himself?

Besides the mirror at the foot of the bed, whose placement is obviously bad feng shui, Shi Yu also found three books nearby.

Shi Yu picked one up, and the title instantly left him speechless.

'Beginner Keeper's Essential Beast‑Raising Manual'

'Post‑Birth Care for Pet Beasts'

'Guide to Evaluating Cross‑Species Beast‑Ear Maidens'

Shi Yu:???

The first two titles are fairly normal; what's up with the last one?

"Cough."

Shi Yu's expression hardened, he reached out, but his arm stiffened almost immediately.

Just as he tried to open the third book to see what it actually was, his brain was suddenly pierced by a sharp pain, and a flood of memories surged like tide.

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