Chapter 1502: Heavenly Dragon Pearl, Before the Holy Hall

Boom!

A thousand-zhang massive crimson-gold seal, coursing with blazing flames, in an extremely ferocious posture, shattered the void and smashed down directly onto the Heavenly Dragon that Li Luo had transformed into.

Upon that golden seal, one could see a lifelike Golden Crow spreading its wings in flight, and between its twin wings, an endlessly surging domineering and terrifying flame poured forth.

"Feng Hou Divine Talisman, Golden Crow Seal!"

"Suppress!"

Accompanying the crimson-gold seal was the fierce shout of Song Jing.

This Golden Crow Seal was transformed by Song Jing using the Feng Hou Divine Talisman, while simultaneously channeling the full empowerment of the Feng Hou Domain; its power could truly be called enough to burn the heavens and destroy the earth, terrifying to the extreme.

Li Luo felt the blazing fluctuations descending from above his head, and his dragon pupils also grew extremely solemn; the full-force attack of an Upper Eighth Rank Feng Hou powerhouse—how could it be anything but extraordinary?

If he had not broken through to the Unparalleled Third Rank this time, he feared that even if he had deployed the Myriad Aspects Dragon Fang Sword Array, it would have been very difficult to withstand such a killing move.

Boom!

Above Li Luo's head, three ten-pillar golden platforms erupted with rolling Unparalleled Divine Smoke; this divine smoke, like liquid mercury, flowed down, and was actually swallowed in one gulp by the Heavenly Dragon that Li Luo had transformed into, opening its abyssal dragon maw.

Then, from within that massive dragon body, came a thunderous rumbling sound.

Every single dragon scale was now flowing with resplendent purple-gold radiance, and then these purple-gold lights seemed to come alive, all converging upon the position of the dragon's belly.

Finally, the Heavenly Dragon let out a long roar, its maw bristling with sharp fangs opened wide like a dark abyss, and from the depths of that abyss, a wisp of purple-gold radiance burst forth.

Boom!

The void ahead directly collapsed at this moment, for a ball of purple-gold flowing light, roughly a hundred zhang across, could be seen spewing forth from the Heavenly Dragon's maw.

Within that orb of light was unmistakably a purple-gold dragon pearl, ten zhang in size!

The dragon pearl was perfectly round, ancient patterns inscribed upon its surface, and an extremely intense dragon might radiated from within; this dragon pearl seemed even more weighty than a mountain range stretching tens of thousands of li, and the moment it appeared, the surrounding space was showing a state of collapse.

Li Luo's dragon pupils gazed at that purple-gold dragon pearl; this thing was something that could only be derived after cultivating the "Dragon Blood Ancient Tracing Art" to a certain realm.

Heavenly Dragon Pearl!

Within this ten-zhang dragon pearl was not only compressed the vast and mighty Heavenly Dragon might, but also the blood condensation of his five-thousand-zhang Heavenly Dragon body; this pearl was invincible.

Roar!

From within the Heavenly Dragon Pearl, flowing with dazzling purple-gold luster, came a low and majestic dragon cry; the next instant it suddenly shot forth, directly and ferociously colliding with the Golden Crow Seal that was pressing down.

Boom!

At the instant of impact, an indescribable energy storm ravaged outward, and the ground below, under this kind of shockwave, directly tore open chasms a thousand zhang deep.

And the massive Heavenly Dragon body, along with Song Jing, were blasted flying by the shockwave.

At the peak of the Holy Mountain, before the Holy Hall.

Jiang Jiang Qinge and Fifth Mingxuan landed almost simultaneously.

The two were separated by more than ten zhang, each pushing their own phase force to the utmost, maintaining vigilance against the other.

And they also sensed at this moment the heaven-shaking energy fluctuations outside the Holy Mountain; Fifth Mingxuan's eyes shifted slightly, and he smiled: "Mentor Qing'e, can you really rest easy letting Li Luo intercept Song Jing alone?"

"You should be worrying about your Divine Sun Ancient Academy. If your Upper Eighth Rank Feng Hou powerhouse is defeated by Li Luo, then in every future Sky Mirror Tower trial, this matter will be brought up again and again—it will become a stain on your Divine Sun Ancient Academy," Jiang Jiang Qinge said lightly.

"An Unparalleled Third Rank defeating an Upper Eighth Rank—such a feat is unheard of. Even you, Mentor Qing'e, probably couldn't have achieved this before, could you?" Fifth Mingxuan said with a smile.

"Why do you assume that just because I couldn't do it, Li Luo can't either?" Jiang Jiang Qinge asked, seemingly a little puzzled.

Fifth Mingxuan was rendered speechless. Li Luo had three palaces and six aspects, and their grades had all stepped into the Ninth Rank; although the highest was only one Lower Ninth Rank Water Light Aspect, and his Heavenly Dragon Aspect required the aid of an external force similar to a Sacred Seed, such a configuration was already considered extremely luxurious.

But perhaps it was because Jiang Jiang Qinge's three Middle Ninth Rank Light Aspects were simply too dazzling and eye-catching, it made people feel that what even she could not achieve, naturally no one else could either.

"Then let's wait and see."

Fifth Mingxuan smiled, then his gaze turned to the sacred statue with twelve wings within the Holy Hall; the statue had no face, yet it inspired a certain awe.

And Jiang Jiang Qinge took the lead, stepping toward the staircase before the Holy Hall.

But her footsteps did not land, for an inexplicable force appeared ahead, a force vast and mighty that pushed her steps back.

Jiang Jiang Qinge was slightly startled, then, her delicate brows faintly furrowed, she saw that Fifth Mingxuan on the other side had smoothly stepped onto the stone stairs before the hall.

That inexplicable force seemed to have not blocked Fifth Mingxuan.

Jiang Jiang Qinge's eyes flickered, then her gaze turned to Fifth Mingxuan's hand, where he held a token; faint fluctuations emanated from the token, and upon careful perception, those fluctuations originated from the same source as the force that had blocked her steps earlier.

That force came from Fifth Mingxuan's teacher... the King of Light, Qi Huang.

And Fifth Mingxuan said frankly: "Mentor Qing'e, the Unparalleled Light Art here was discovered by my teacher long ago. He left a wisp of power at this spot, but rest assured, this power will not hinder you for long—it merely lets me make contact with that Unparalleled Light Art first."

"If I cannot subdue this Unparalleled Light Art, then naturally this priority loses its effect."

Jiang Jiang Qinge said with a touch of sarcasm: "Your teacher has truly spared no effort for his disciple."

Fifth Mingxuan said calmly: "With this Unparalleled Art, my future achievements will reach a higher level. In the struggle for the Great Dao, there is no room for yielding, so although it may be somewhat unfair, I can only say my apologies."

Unparalleled Arts were far too precious and powerful; even some King-level powerhouses might not possess one.

Jiang Jiang Qinge said: "Declaring victory now may be a bit premature."

"Regardless, please ask Mentor Qing'e to pause your steps here for a moment."

Fifth Mingxuan did not deny this, then strode toward the sacred faceless twelve-winged statue within the Holy Hall.

And Jiang Jiang Qinge watched his back, then looked at the statue within the Holy Hall; her molten-gold, dazzlingly beautiful eyes gradually returned to calm.

She said softly: "An Unparalleled Art cannot be obtained through the aid of outsiders, even if your teacher is the so-called King of Light."

As her voice fell, her eyes slowly closed.

At the same time, at her chest, the Light Heart bloomed with dazzling radiance, and at her smooth brow, ancient and pure patterns condensed, transforming into three sacred halos.

The three Middle Ninth Rank Light Aspects were now unleashed without reservation.

Behind her, pure Light phase force surged forth, gradually transforming into wings of light; each and every one of those feathers was Light energy refined to the utmost.

Looking at Jiang Jiang Qinge from afar at this moment, she bore a faint resemblance to the twelve-winged statue within the Holy Hall.

At the peak of the Holy Mountain, the extremely abundant Light energy swirled around her, as if cheering and leaping with joy.

Within the Holy Hall, that sacred twelve-winged statue actually began to tremble at this moment, the wings of light upon its back seeming to slowly flap.

Accompanied by the flap of its light wings, an invisible wave swept outward.

As the wave rolled past, there seemed to be the sound of something shattering.

Diwu Mingxuan's stride abruptly stiffened. With an expression of disbelief, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the Light Token in his hand. At this moment, a crack had actually appeared on the token.

"How could this be..." he muttered in horror.

And beside him, Jiang Jiang Qinge's figure walked past, and a faint voice reached Diwu Mingxuan's ears.

"In this world, apart from Li Luo, no one can make me stop."