Chapter 81: The Fall of a Quasi-Saint-Level Dragon Here!

Outside the Biyou Palace.

The boy Xiao Qing led Luo Fu toward the direction of Mount Yunlong.

"Xiao Qing, what secrets does Mount Yunlong hold?" Luo Fu asked casually.

The boy's surprised expression earlier had not escaped Luo Fu's notice.

Yet for now, Luo Fu was merely curious—he had no real concern for his own safety.

After all, this was an arrangement made by his teacher, Saint Tongtian; he trusted that Saint Tongtian would never harm him.

Otherwise, if a Saint wished to kill him, Luo Fu today would have no chance whatsoever to resist.

And if they truly wanted him dead, they wouldn't need to go to such lengths.

To Tongtian and the other Saints, apart from Ancestor Hongjun, they were the most powerful beings.

Luo Fu, merely at the Jin Xian layer, was as distant from the legendary Hunyuan Da Luo as heaven is from earth.

Upon hearing this, the boy Xiao Qing hesitated, then whispered low, "Little Master, Mount Yunlong is said to be a unique range within Mount Kunlun—not only is it one of the most spiritually energetic places in Kunlun, but it also earned its name because, legend says, a dragon clan member perished here."

"A dragon clan member perished on that mountain," Luo Fu's eyes flickered.

The current world is the era of hegemony of the Wu and Yao clans; in the previous great cycle, the dragon clan, along with the other two, were the sovereigns of the Primordial World.

Back then, the Wu and Yao clans had just begun to rise—the Wu clan was a minor force, and the Yao clan had not yet coalesced.

Yet during the dragon clan's era of domination, the Three Pure Ones already possessed considerable strength.

"Yes, Little Master," Xiao Qing nodded. "Legend says the dragon clan member who perished on that mountain was a Quasi-Saint."

"A Quasi-Saint-level dragon."

Hearing this, Luo Fu was slightly startled.

The death of a Quasi-Saint dragon in that era was enough to prove a great battle must have occurred here.

As for who the dragon fought—no one could say for certain.

Quasi-Saints may be numerous in this world today, but during the Era of Qilin, the Era of Long Feng, and the Era of Beginning Qilin, Quasi-Saints were exceedingly rare.

Remember, even Ancestor Hongjun himself, at that time, was merely a Quasi-Saint.

He had not yet attained the Hunyuan Dao.

Thus, the death of a Quasi-Saint-level dragon was an unimaginable event.

"Yes, Little Master," Xiao Qing nodded. "But this is only legend—I don't know if it's true."

"Also, Daoist Duobao once tried to establish his cultivation ground on Mount Yunlong, but ultimately failed," Xiao Qing added.

"Oh, Daoist Duobao came here too?" Luo Fu chuckled. "It seems establishing a cultivation ground on Mount Yunlong requires a trial."

When Daoist Duobao attempted to claim Mount Yunlong, he may have been at the Mystic Immortal layer—or perhaps the Jin Xian layer; no one knows for sure.

If he was at the Jin Xian layer, then his strength back then was at least equal to Luo Fu's.

Of course.

For Luo Fu today, not only could he defeat Daoist Duobao at the same level—he had great confidence he could even cross-realm defeat an opponent.

This was the confidence Luo Fu had gained after a full year of personal instruction from Saint Tongtian.

In just one year, Luo Fu's foundational base had become extraordinarily solid.

Even Daoist Duobao, a direct disciple who had long dwelled in the Jin Xian layer, could not compare to Luo Fu today.

This was the growth granted to Luo Fu by his peak-level comprehension.

Precisely because of this.

In Saint Tongtian's eyes, Luo Fu was as important as a biological son.

Since his emergence, Saint Tongtian had never encountered a prodigy like Luo Fu.

Even the Primordial Dragon, Daoist Yuan Feng, and the Three Pure Ones themselves were among the main protagonists of this Primordial World.

Yet even these protagonists, who had shown astonishing feats,

in Saint Tongtian's view, still could not match his disciple.

Even his own teacher, Ancestor Hongjun, might think the same.

Though such thoughts bordered on heresy, Saint Tongtian secretly held them.

Do not be fooled by Luo Fu's current Jin Xian layer—his future, in Saint Tongtian's eyes, was beyond estimation.

These matters aside for now.

After understanding the nature of Mount Yunlong, Luo Fu, under Xiao Qing's guidance, headed toward it.

Not long after.

Luo Fu and Xiao Qing came to a stop, for Mount Yunlong had arrived.

As one of the territories held by the Jie Sect, Mount Yunlong was not far from Biyou Palace.

After all, aside from the legend of the dragon's death, this mountain range itself was among the most spiritually rich in Mount Kunlun.

Mount Kunlun as a whole was immense.

The most spiritually rich ranges were naturally occupied by the Three Pure Ones and other Saints.

The Saints also assigned suitable spiritual energy sites to their direct disciples.

Cultivating in such places yielded double the results with half the effort.

One or two days might show no obvious difference, but over time, the gap became glaring.

The lifespan of primordial world beings for cultivation spanned millennia, ten millennia, hundreds of thousands of years… and beyond.

"Little Master, ahead lies Mount Yunlong," Xiao Qing pointed to the rolling, continuous mountain range before them.

Mount Yunlong was not merely a single mountain—it was a vast mountain cluster.

Among them, the tallest peak was the core of Mount Yunlong.

"Mount Yunlong," Luo Fu gazed at the distant range, his eyes flashing with divine light.