Chapter 551

The ancient dragon memories recorded in the Dragon Pearl are not the "Diary of the Yellow Dragon in the Primordial Age," but the "Compendium of Ancient Dragon Magical Arts."

It directly demonstrates magical arts—no idle words, no meaningless plot... yet Xiao Yu truly wished to see more plot beyond the magical art demonstrations, to better understand the ancient era.

Because the seventh magical art, "Wind Sweeping the Remaining Clouds," appeared at Mount Buzhou!

No language can describe the grandeur and magnificence of Mount Buzhou.

One of the blind ghosts spotted Sun Xu's position, noticed his vigorous essence, and his face twisted with greed as he shuffled forward.

Yet this pretender Beiming, though struck by such feeble force, felt no more than a tickle—but from his mouth came pitiful cries of "Oof! Oof!"

Sun Xu's hands twitched slightly, then suddenly his brows arched, he let out a cold snort, and the surroundings instantly changed—still the same palace, where was the immortal scenery?

Instantly, Liu Jianfei felt as if he had plunged into a chaotic temporal stream, a continuous buzzing ringing in his ears, and before his eyes, dizzying, chaotic images kept flashing.

Lu BuFan recalled the saying "Strike first to gain the advantage," and lunged with his spear at a warrior; though startled, the warrior, battle-hardened, leaned back to evade the thrust, shouting curses nonstop.

Qin Kexin stared blankly as Xu San kept bowing and apologizing, her mind a haze—what was going on?

Deep in night, pitch-black over Luoyang's ramparts, a shadow flashed past—completely demoralized, the Northern Qi defenders noticed nothing amiss.

Long, long ago, two brothers, both strikingly handsome but desperately poor, ate nothing but the fish they caught each day. One morning, they set out early to fish, yet caught not a single one for a long time.

Especially now, in the Demon Realm, with countless races standing apart—could they truly set aside all grudges and cooperate sincerely?

Liu Ning expected a fierce battlefield above, but upon stepping in, found only silence.

Liu Yao stood floating in midair, her white robes fluttering; opposite her, Beitang Qianjun's clothes were tattered, hair wild, his body covered in wounds, his left arm gone, crimson blood dripping steadily.

"Alas, if only I had learned even a little in this area, I could help you—but I'm just not cut out for it. I'm truly sorry." Chu Tianyue understood court politics well, but when it came to scholarly knowledge, he was utterly lost.

Lin Zhengfeng's cultivation was clearly only Foundation Establishment Stage Two, yet in that instant, his cultivation seemed to surge past the Entry Stage.

Lang Fei and the others did not hear Ma Paojiao's low mutterings; instead, they all returned to the inn to study the current mission.

Mother was the only family he had in this world—if he lost her, what would he do?

Within a single day, Ding Li's forces stormed to Wu Yuan; Wu Yuan's magistrate, Li Lan, opened the gates and surrendered. The army entered Wu Yuan without a single drop of blood. Ding Li ordered Sun Shangxiang and Sun An to seize Fu Yang, while sending urgent orders to Lu State to summon Fang Baihua to report.

Lin Zhuo's path was steep, legendary, and flawless—he had never suffered a single defeat, inside or out.

"Grandfather, are these the ones who abandoned me?" Dongfang Mo frowned, his expression icy.

Nalan Yi parked his SUV silently beneath the Haotian Technology Company's office building. He himself had no idea what would happen next, nor what the outcome would be—only that Elder Gongyang had ordered him to do this, and to do it conspicuously.