Chapter 1154

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

After hearing this, a possibility surfaced in Xu Zhangqing's mind, and he blurted out: "The Dragon you speak of, could it be the Prison Mirage?"

Zhao Ziyue froze for a moment, the fishing rod in his hand nearly slipping from his grip, his face full of shock: "How did you know it was a Mirage Dragon?"

Xu Zhangqing looked at him with a half-smile, not answering directly.

The Prison Mirage's dragon soul is still buried in his personal space to this day.

Moreover, it has already become the first dragon vein in that space.

Back then he was still puzzled, why was there only a dragon soul but no dragon pearl?

Now he understood it all at once — turns out it was absorbed by Old Zhao.

No wonder the one taken away during the Hundred Dragons Patrol was Old Zhao.

So this karmic cause was planted a very, very long time ago.

"It is precisely because of this Mirage Dragon Pearl that the Master of Gui Xu chose me."

Zhao Ziyue shook the fishing rod in his hand, the fishing line rippling circles in the Chaos Fog, then continued: "Mirage-type Dragons, looking across the entire universe's star domains, are rare beyond description.

The Master of Gui Xu said this dragon pearl stayed in my body for two hundred years, fusing into one with my divine soul and bloodline, therefore making me the most suitable Angler."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of emotion: "With the Master of Gui Xu's help, my cultivation soared to the Second Stage of Spirit Transformation.

To tell the truth, I thought my luck was already one of a kind.

Back then I even thought, Lao Xu, Lao Hu, when we meet again, I'll definitely have left you both in the dust."

Speaking up to here, Zhao Ziyue sized Xu Zhangqing up and down, then glanced at the hundred-zhang-long Lei Ming Yin Dragon Boat behind him, and smiled bitterly: "Seeing you today, I finally know there are always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens.

You, this fellow, whether it's luck, ability, or strength, in every aspect you are not weaker than me."

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing was also filled with myriad emotions.

He indeed hadn't expected that the ownership of the Prison Mirage's dragon pearl would actually affect Zhao Ziyue's fate.

Even more unexpected, the events that happened in Xuanxin City two hundred years ago would receive such an unexpected answer in the Chaos Sea two hundred years later.

Old Zhao was taken away by the Hundred Dragons Patrol, becoming the Master of Gui Xu's Agent.

If one traces back to the source, it surprisingly has intricate connections with himself.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhangqing's heart held five flavors mixed together.

There was some guilt, and also some relief.

The guilt: Old Zhao's fate trajectory was influenced, even changed, by himself.

The relief: Although this trajectory was tortuous, the final result was not bad at all.

Zhao Ziyue didn't notice Xu Zhangqing's expression change; he readjusted his conical hat, returned to his usual nonchalance, but spoke with a rather serious tone: "Lao Xu, I am now the Master of Gui Xu's Agent.

I won't boast about other things, but suppressing Water and Strange Beasts — these two abilities, in the entire Chaos Sea, aside from that great god Zhen Yuanzi, I truly fear no one."

He lifted his eyelids, tapped the boat's gunwale with his fishing rod: "You coming to the Chaos Sea this time, definitely not for sightseeing.

Whatever Supreme Treasure you want to fight for, just say the word when the time comes.

As a friend, I'll definitely help you."

Seeing him so seldom serious, Xu Zhangqing didn't decline: "Deal."

Between the three of them, they never needed those empty formalities.

If the one sitting here today was Hu Bugui, Lao Hu would also say the same words.

Right at this moment, a sudden change erupted.

In the distance, a streak of light exploded without any warning, as if someone had ignited a sun in the depths of the Chaos Sea.

That light was extremely dazzling; even separated by who knows how many ten thousand li, it still pierced through layers of Chaos Fog's isolation, illuminating the entire sea domain as bright as day.

Immediately after, a sky-reaching aura, with that streak of light as its center, radiated outward in all directions with the force of a landslide.

Wherever it passed, the Chaos Sea stirred up ten-thousand-zhang giant waves; the gray-white wave crests were like collapsing skies one after another, carrying the might to crush everything, advancing wildly.

Countless cultivators were swept by this shockwave; they didn't even have time to scream before being flung away, those with slightly lower cultivation directly vomiting blood in mid-air, tumbling like kites with cut strings into the sea.

Those Chaos Strange Species didn't fare much better either.

Soldier Beast-level existences were rolled up by the giant waves, their bodies directly torn apart, remains and shattered scale armor surging between the wave crests.

Lord-level Strange Species let out terrified shrieks, desperately sinking to the sea bottom depths, not even daring to show their heads.

However, in this heaven-overturning chaos, Zhao Ziyue's small boat didn't move an inch.

The surrounding Chaos Fog, at a distance of ten zhang from the small boat, was blocked by an invisible force; when the sky-reaching giant waves surged over, the small boat merely swayed slightly, then steadily stopped atop the wave crest.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhao Ziyue stood side by side at the bow, one in a fluttering blue robe, one with a conical hat standing firm, like the only two unchanging reef stones in this storm.

Immediately after, both simultaneously looked toward the direction where the light exploded.

Only to see countless cultivators fleeing desperately outward, escape lights turning into a multicolored meteor shower.

Fleeing at the very front was a Body Integration cultivator covered in blood, half his body severed by some power, strands of gray-black law remnants still coiling around the wound.

He frantically urged his escape light while roaring at everyone behind him, his voice full of the fear of a survivor after a catastrophe:

"Run!"

"Zhen Yuanzi is fighting a Chaos Royal Clan member!"

"What?"

At these words, everyone's faces changed in unison.

Chaos Royal Clan?

That was an existence possessing complete Chaos Laws from the moment of its birth, powerful enough to crush ordinary Great Ascension cultivators, and even approach the Immortal Level!

Within the strict hierarchy of the entire Chaos Sea, the Royal Clan ranks only below the Chaos Monarch.

Such an existence—ordinary cultivators do not even have the qualification to fight it.

If they encounter it, they can only flee for their lives.

More and more people escaped, and terror was written on every face.

"Is this the battle of the First Personal Disciple?"

"Zhen Yuanzi actually erased the other's attack in time!"

"Just what level of battle is this?!"

Someone lost an arm.

Someone had half their body eroded by Chaos Laws.

Someone knelt on a flying sword, trembling all over.

And all of this was damage caused by the battle's aftershocks.

"Erased in time?"

Zhao Ziyue narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of giant waves and Chaos Fog toward the central region where light exploded, his hand gripping the fishing rod tightening slightly, his tone unusually solemn: "What a powerful technique!"

Xu Zhangqing said nothing; his divine sense had already extended outward.

Spanning ten thousand li, he finally caught hold of a corner of that battlefield.

Merely at the edge his divine sense touched, he felt a terrifying power that made even him tremble with awe.

Zhen Yuanzi and the Great Dao Venerate's battle methods are almost of the same lineage.

He cuts, weaves, and lays plans within the long river of time, locking every attack and every defense of the other forever into "the next instant."

All counterattacks of that Chaos Royal Clan member land at "a hair's breadth away," unable to touch even the corner of Zhen Yuanzi's robe!