Chapter 648: I, Fang Yu, shall one day ride the Ancient Heavenly Dragon as my mount—none shall dare offend me!

Fang Yu moved, and all the servants of the Sea God's descendant were reduced to ashes, dead beyond any chance of revival.

At his current realm, summoning the Wind-Fire Tribulation formed by the Great Sun Fire Disaster and the Apocalypse Wind Disaster would kill even the Venerables of this world instantly, leaving them no chance to resist.

When two supreme divine arts unite, they become a tribulation's intent.

Divine arts cannot withstand tribulation.

Fang Yu is the heavenly tribulation—who could possibly resist?

"You dare kill my servants? Death penalty!"

The Sea God's descendant seemed to sense that terrifying aura, finally turning around, golden battle spear in hand, pointing at Fang Yu, his jet-blue hair swirling, eyes shooting out twin beams of light.

At this moment, all those afar turned their gazes toward the place where Fang Yu and the Sea God's descendant stood.

"Who is this young man? How did he slay the Sea God's divine servants?"

"No one knows, but a colossal battle is about to erupt—the Sea God's descendant is immensely powerful; even the Venerables here may not be able to defeat him!"

"Will a great battle break out before the Peng Nest even opens?"

Some cultivators who had arrived earlier did not know Fang Yu had killed the fish; now they stared ahead, trying to witness the clash between the two.

"Is that Mo Shang, the Sea God's descendant? Why is he confronting that elder? He's finished—completely finished."

"These young elites are all arrogantly overbearing; now they're about to die!"

The purple-clad girl and the silver-haired girl also arrived on the island, only to see Mo Shang, the Sea God's descendant, charging at Fang Yu—then, midair, Mo Shang shattered piece by piece, dead beyond any chance of revival.

"What? The Sea God's descendant was slain so easily? How is this possible? Just moments ago, he guarded that path alone, holding it against ten thousand foes, terrifying beyond measure—even elders of higher Cultivation Realm could not match him in the Transformation Spirit realm!"

"Mo Shang died in a single strike? How did that man accomplish this?"

"Too terrifying—the Sea God's descendant was slain in one blow; that young man must be invincible within his own realm!"

Aside from those who knew Fang Yu's reputation, everyone else felt disbelief, for the image of the Sea God's descendant's former invincibility still lingered in their minds—suddenly, he was slain in a single strike; the contrast was too immense.

This even made some feel as if it were all unreal.

But Fang Yu's expression remained calm; after slaying the Sea God's descendant, he used the corpse's flesh to feed his Ancient Heavenly Dragon egg.

Instantly, Fang Yu felt that his Ancient Heavenly Dragon egg was nearly ready to hatch.

"One must have a mount—a magnificent mount—or else any cat or dog will dare to act boldly."

Sensing the power within the Ancient Heavenly Dragon egg, Fang Yu finally decided to unleash a touch of Pure Yang energy to nourish it.

Instantly receiving a surge of Pure Yang energy, the Ancient Heavenly Dragon egg shattered and cracked before everyone's eyes, revealing the form of an Ancient Heavenly Dragon.

The Ancient Heavenly Dragon, upon appearing, was covered in an ancient hue, its lines like ink wash; with a single movement of its body, it radiated a powerful dragon aura, untouchable and sacred.

In that instant, all pure-blooded descendants on the island felt a crushing pressure from their very bloodline—a dragon aura unimaginable, suppressing all ages.

A true Ancient Heavenly Dragon cub had truly emerged!

Upon birth, it radiated an air of supreme superiority and nobility, more noble than any pure-blooded creature.

Some young men and women from the Ancient Divine Mountains, who had once believed their lineage was exalted, now realized what true nobility meant upon seeing Fang Yu's Ancient Heavenly Dragon.

The Ancient Heavenly Dragon appeared in the void, its body flowing with the aura of Dao, its scales naturally forming countless grand arrays, terrifying power brewing within the tiny creature.

It was born with fifty million jin of strength.

Yes—fifty million jin of strength.

Upon birth, this Ancient Heavenly Dragon cub's strength surpassed the Blood Moving Realm's absolute limit held by the little fellow Shi Hao.

When the little fellow Shi Hao reached the Blood Moving Realm's limit, one arm could swing with ten million jin of force, both arms combined reaching forty million jin—but before this Ancient Heavenly Dragon cub, it was still vastly inferior.

This little one, at birth, possessed fifty million jin of strength—exceeding the Blood Moving Realm's limit, exceeding the Cave Heaven Realm's limit, surpassing most Transformation Spirit cultivators in the heavens and earth.

In other words, this Ancient Heavenly Dragon cub, at birth, was invincible within the Peng Nest.

Everyone present turned to stone.

Even experts beyond the Transformation Spirit realm—Mingwen and Liexian cultivators, even Venerables—trembled at this moment.

"This… this is?"

"N…no, it's impossible—there are no true dragons in this world; becoming a jiao dragon is already exceptional. Even the Jiao Venerable is merely a jiao dragon, yet he reigns supreme in this realm."

"That elder actually raised a true dragon—who is he?"

"Heaven, it's truly a dragon—seemingly a true dragon—I can feel its terrifying aura. What's happening? Is this real, or have I fallen into a hallucination?"

"What have I witnessed today? First, the Sea God's descendant slain in one strike—then, a dragon appears in the Peng Nest's lair? Have I just witnessed history?"

Countless people, shaken by what they had seen, believed they had suffered qi deviation; even a middle-aged man in the crowd wore an expression of uncertainty.

He was the Jiao Venerable, a supreme powerhouse whose fame shook this entire sea region and whose dominion ruled over a vast territory.

With the Peng Divine Art emerging, even the Jiao Venerable could not resist coming—but what arrived on the island was only his spiritual body, not his true form; yet even this spiritual body, sensing the innate aura radiating from the Ancient Heavenly Dragon, felt an urge to kneel and submit.

This feeling terrified him.

Who was he? A Venerable! Yet before this newborn true dragon, his bloodline was utterly suppressed—imagine what would happen when this tiny true dragon matured—who could possibly stand against it?

Yet, even with his realm, the Jiao Venerable dared not plot against the true dragon here, or his spiritual body would perish.

"Indeed, one must maintain dignity."

Fang Yu, witnessing this scene, nodded.

The Ancient Heavenly Dragon cub followed beside him; the little fellow Shi Hao followed on the other side.

Fang Yu simply stepped forward—no one dared to block him.

He ascended directly, gazing at the golden Peng Nest ahead, pointing a finger—the Nest split open like blooming petals, revealing its radiant inner sanctum, glowing with myriad rays, auspicious vapor rising, countless runes densely covering the void, emitting solemn ritual chants.

At this moment, time and space seemed to return to the Ancient Era—gods sang, countless mysterious symbols floated.

The entire Peng Nest fully opened, its inner sanctum shimmering with light, drawing all hearts—but no one except Fang Yu dared to rush forward.

"Let's all charge together—he can't possibly kill us all!"

Some cultivators burned with desire to rush forward, yet no one followed.

Who would dare charge forward with a true dragon's master standing above? Even that tiny dragon cub could slaughter them all.

In the Peng Daochang, Fang Yu saw several decent items, such as Sea Spirit Liquid, which in the Eternal Life Realm could rival Grade Earth elixirs.

Sea Spirit Liquid, emerald-blue like jade marrow, is condensed from the essence of the sea; it can be used in elixirs and also in forging artifacts. If one cultivates the Yuhua Sect's great divine art, the Ten Thousand Waters Divine Decree, consuming this treasure can increase magic power.

This was the conclusion Fang Yu deduced at a glance—there could be no error.

Yet he had no intention of collecting these spirit liquids himself; instead, he decided to nurture his other several Ancient Heavenly Dragon eggs.

One Ancient Heavenly Dragon as a mount was slightly too lowly; at least four were needed.

Of course, if one had ninety-nine Ancient Heavenly Dragons as mounts, that would be ideal—but Fang Yu had obtained only seven Ancient Heavenly Dragon eggs in total.

Unless he ventured into the Dragon Realm of the Eternal Life Realm to subdue the dragon clans—which was dangerous and could only be attempted after reaching the Longevity Secret Realm.

At this moment, the little one, Shi Hao, also acted, seizing some Sea Spirit Liquid, which offered him many benefits as well.

The two pressed forward and encountered a golden sea; after entering beneath it, a grander cavern dwelling appeared.

At the entrance of the dwelling stood an ancient lamp, named the Divine Illumination Bronze Lamp, said to be forged from divine blood as fuel—an Ancient artifact that had burned for ten thousand eons, its wick flame still unextinguished, mysterious and terrifying, immensely powerful, yet used merely for illumination before the Peng's dwelling—this reminded Fang Yu of the immortal mansions he had seen in the Kanli Great World, where peerless treasure artifacts served as lamps.

Somewhat similar in appearance.

Fang Yu took the Divine Illumination Bronze Lamp, while the little one, Shi Hao, acquired several treasures: a jade vase and jade cups within the dwelling, flowing with radiant light, likely the fine wine left behind by the Peng—probably divine nectar.

But Fang Yu had no habit of drinking the divine nectar left behind by the Peng, so he did not take it; thus, the little one obtained the nectar, and a single sip could extend life by many years, equivalent at least to a Grade Heaven elixir in the Eternal Life Realm.

The Peng, one of the Ten Ancient Fiends, was a truly invincible titan of ten thousand eons—his wine was beyond mortal imagination.