Chapter 263 - 198: The Three Great Nascent Souls

"What’s going on?"

"An earthquake? No... A Nascent Soul Daoist Monarch is attacking from outside with a Positional Divine Technique!"

"Are they tired of living? The Dragon Lord is here, and they still dare to attack the Dragon Palace?"

The Cultivators all looked up toward the outside of the Dragon Palace.

In the depths of the East Sea, a single point of dim yellow light suddenly magnified.

It was like a miniature sun!

Ji Boyan, holding a Bronze Lamp, flickered in and out of view.

"It’s Ji Boyan! Damn it, the Blood Demon Sword Sect has gone mad! That kid was right, he’s really going to represent the Demon Sect and start a war with the East Sea!"

"Go, quickly! We can’t get involved in this mess!"

The hall instantly descended into chaos.

The various Cultivators, who had just been red-faced from arguing over the young demons, now had their expressions change drastically.

Protective Spiritual Lights and the glow of Magical Treasures flared up wildly.

"Suppress!"

Ji Boyan let out a soft cry.

The point of dim yellow light abruptly transformed into the immense phantom of a dark-golden stone platform!

Countless obscure, ancient Talismans materialized upon the stone platform.

The phantom of a golden True Dragon was shackled upon it, and the waters of the entire East Sea seemed to cease their flow.

Positional Divine Technique—[Dragon-Suppressing Platform]!

"Ugh..."

A metallic, sweet taste rose in the throat of Elder Yun of the Cyan-Scaled Flood Dragon Race. His massive Flood Dragon body felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain tens of thousands of feet high, his very bloodline nearly freezing solid.

"Ji Boyan... With the Dragon Lord present, how dare you!"

Elder Yun’s eyes looked ready to split as he roared hoarsely.

Ji Boyan chuckled. "Fellow Daoist Yun, you should take a closer look before you speak."

Elder Yun snapped his head up, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He saw the phantom in the Golden Robe, seated high upon the throne, suddenly collapse.

It dissipated into specks of flowing light and vanished.

Someone reacted at once, exclaiming in horror, "That image of the Dragon Lord is a fake!"

"This is all Ji Boyan’s scheme! He’s going to perform another blood sacrifice on us!"

The pitch-black Demonic Qi swirled unnervingly.

One after another, Array talismans lit up on the Dragon-Suppressing Platform.

Su Xiaotai, the Vice Director of the Daqian Celestial Observatory, reacted the fastest. The Compass in his palm spun wildly.

"Go!"

"Leave this place, quickly! We must report back to His Majesty!"

Su Xiaotai transformed into a streak of clear light, enveloping himself and a few nearby subordinates, tearing a rift in the void and speeding out.

"Amitabha Buddha. Donor Ji, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and the shore is at hand."

An old monk from the Western Buddha Country chanted the Buddha’s name. A Golden Lotus Platform lifted all the monks, broke through the Array’s blockade, and shot straight for the sea’s surface.

"Heh heh, a bunch of Nascent Soul Daoist Monarchs think they can trap me?"

An old crone from the Southern Border Gu Race cackled, her body dissolving into countless Gu Insects that scattered, burrowing away through crevices in the water veins.

"Ji Boyan, you’ve gone too far! In the future, I will personally visit the Blood Demon Sword Sect to witness your grand techniques!"

The green-robed old Daoist from the Celestial Mountain Four Symbols Sect cleaved a path with his Sword Qi and dared not linger either.

The Nascent Soul experts from every faction each displayed their Divine Techniques, fleeing in a panic.

However, Ji Boyan showed no sign of giving chase.

The once solemn and majestic Dragon Palace had now been reduced to apocalyptic ruins.

Giant boulders crashed down, Spirit Veins ran rampant, and countless Low-tier Demon Race members were turned to ash by the Array’s demonic light, their wails echoing through the chaos.

"Damn you! Do you think the East Sea has no one to defend it?"

From the depths of the Dragon Palace, three terrifying auras belonging to the late-stage Nascent Soul Realm surged skyward, wrapped in monstrous Demon Qi!

The first to appear was an old man dressed in a Profound Turtle Shell Official Robe, wearing a tall crown and holding a Jade Tablet.

Beside him, a Giant Python ten thousand feet long with scales as black as ink and a single horn on its head manifested its true form.

On the other side, a ghostly shadow flickered, transforming into a strange sea snake, azure all over, with thin, transparent wings on its back. Its forked tongue flicked in and out, a sinister and terrifying sight.

"Minister Mo Gui, Black Flood Dragon Daoist Monarch Ao Pan, Sea Abyss Daoist Monarch Youxian..."

Ji Boyan identified the three one by one, then chuckled. "Does the East Sea look down on me so much? Of your nine Daoist Monarchs, only three have appeared?"

"Enough nonsense! You have disturbed the Dragon Palace—a crime punishable by death!"

Minister Turtle Mo Gui was short and stout. A massive Turtle Shell Dharma Aspect appeared behind him. The Eight Trigrams patterns on the shell flowed, emitting a profound aura capable of supporting all creation and stabilizing the universe.

He roared and pointed his Jade Tablet at Ji Boyan.

"Profound Water Realm, activate!"

The endless seawater instantly became heavier than metal, pressing in on Ji Boyan from all directions.

"Junior, the East Sea Dragon Palace is not a place where you can act so presumptuously!"

Black Flood Dragon Daoist Monarch Ao Pan’s forked tongue flicked, and a poisonous mist spread, corroding space itself with a SIZZLING sound.

With a swing of its giant tail, like a collapsing celestial pillar, it lashed out at Ji Boyan with enough force to shatter stars.

Positional Divine Technique—[Shattered Star Tail]!

"Stay here. It’s time for this to end..."

Sea Abyss Daoist Monarch Youxian’s movements were nimble and eerie. He opened his mouth and spat out a silent ripple of Divine Soul energy that shot straight for Ji Boyan’s sea of consciousness.

Positional Divine Technique—[Soul-Devouring Sound]!

The three late-stage Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators attacked in a fury, their power great enough to capsize ten thousand miles of the sea!

Ji Boyan, holding the ancient oil lamp, shook his head slightly.

"Since I dared to come, I was already prepared to die."

Before his voice had faded, the dim yellow halo around Ji Boyan was suddenly tinged with a cold, pale, metallic luminescence.

HUMMM!

A tremor that sounded like billions of pieces of metal clashing together rang through the heavens and earth.

Behind Ji Boyan, the majestic figure of a woman in white appeared.

The woman chuckled lightly. "The East Sea Dragon Palace is nothing special."

She tapped her fingertip, and a stream of light, pale as wax, merged into the flame of the lamp in Ji Boyan’s hand.

In an instant, the lamp’s flame flared up, transforming into a pale-golden barrier of light that shielded him completely.

BOOM!!!

Ao Pan’s star-shattering tail whipped viciously against the light barrier, yet it produced the sound of clashing metal.

The barrier didn’t even tremble. Instead, it recoiled with an incomparably sharp aura, shattering Ao Pan’s scales and sending him flying backward with a miserable howl!

"Impossible... What is this power?!" Mo Gui’s turtle-like eyes went wide with disbelief.

Mo Gui’s [Profound Water Realm] pressed in.

But the pale-golden light was like a sharp blade, silently slicing through the water that was as dense as steel!

"It’s been enhanced by the power of a [White Wax Gold] Attainment Position!"

"He has the projection of a Divinity Transformation Position on him!"

Mo Gui’s pupils shrank.

White Wax Gold: a sliver of jade from Kunlun Mountain, a lost nugget of gold from the Luo River. It basks in the light of the sun and moon, coalesces the qi of yin and yang. Its form is bright, its body pure, its nature firm and unyielding.

It would be no exaggeration to call it the strongest defense!

"Agh, my Divine Soul!"

Youxian grunted, his Divine Soul wounded!

A smile played on Ji Boyan’s lips as he activated the [Dragon-Suppressing Platform] once more.

The dark-golden stone platform slowly rotated, its suppressive power doubling.

CRACK... CRACKLE...

The entire East Sea flooded back into the Dragon Palace.

The Spirit Veins ran wild, forming terrifying vortexes of Spiritual Power that devoured the Low-tier Demon Race members who couldn’t escape in time.

"Senior Brother Shi, what are you spacing out for? Let’s go!"

Pang Tunyun grabbed the still-dazed Shi Potian and, under the protection of his Protective Demonic Light, struggled to charge toward the outer edges of the Dragon Palace amid the chaos.

However, a cyan Escape Light filled with killing intent locked onto them tightly!

"You killed my kinsmen and wrecked my East Sea... Demon Pup, leave your life behind!"

Elder Yun’s face was savage.

He didn’t dare to clash head-on with Ji Boyan, but killing these few Purple Mansion cultivators from the Demon Sect was something he could still manage.

’As long as I can hold out until Lord Long Gong discovers the anomaly here, the situation can be reversed in an instant!’

Behind him, several Purple Mansion Demon Cultivators of the Chi Jiao Race followed closely, their bodies radiating Evil Qi.

"Split up!"

Shi Potian roared, knowing that getting caught meant certain death.

He shoved Pang Tunyun down a branching path while he fled in another direction, trying to use him to draw away some of their pursuers.

As expected, Elder Yun split his forces in half to chase Shi Potian and Pang Tunyun, while he himself led two Purple Mansion Chi Jiao cultivators in relentless pursuit of Qin Xuan!

"Old loach, I’m not the one who destroyed your Dragon Palace! Why are you chasing me?"

Qin Xuan cursed as he pushed his escape speed to its absolute limit.

But the difference in their Realms was too great. Even using the [Cyan Cicada Shell], the auras of Elder Yun and his men grew closer and closer!

Just then, the massive sphere of light in his mind suddenly began to flash.