Chapter 676: Cultivators Break the Array, the Ancient Dragon of the Sea, the Pure Yang Edge

At this moment, outside Jin Dao Gorge, the Cutwater Shears severed the Eastern Sea's water vein!

Four magic treasures blocked the waters of the Hong Hong Sihai, severing the foundation of the Barrier Sea Array; the million demon soldiers stood arrayed in water no deeper than a few zhang, powerless to raise thousand-zhang waves.

Yet their formation remained disciplined, demonic aura surging to the heavens.

The Dragon Prince circled in midair, roaring: "Cutwater Shears, Sea-Containment Altar, Jade Pure Vase, Liuli Bowl! You offshore cultivators have prepared thoroughly! But even if you've severed the waters of the Hong Hong Sihai, what of it? I still have a million demon soldiers of the Long Gong—this array can still crush you!"

The demonic aura of millions of aquatic demons converged, still as immovable as a mountain.

On top of the Iron Tower, Jin Jin Xizi, clad in golden robes like the sun itself, radiated blinding light illuminating the entire sea!

He gazed at the million demon soldiers arrayed before him, drew a deep breath to calm his racing heart, then opened his eyes and smiled with ease: "Jin Wu Sect, Jin Jin Xizi breaks the Long Gong Array here!"

"Hahaha…" The Qiongxiao Palace stirred, sweeping a hundred li of cloud smoke to Jin Jin Xizi's side.

Yun Lang stood before the palace, speaking slowly and clearly: "Yunxiao Palace, Yun Lang!"

The divine figure clad in star-patterned Daoist robes suddenly dispersed, becoming a starry sky; a youth in feathered robe and star-crowned hat stood firm in the midst, shouting toward the vast Barrier Sea Array: "Xuankong Tianxing Sect, Master Xiao Xie Xuan Xiao!"

Before entering the array, these young ones left their names upon heaven and earth in their most unrestrained postures.

Though among them there may have been petty grudges or hidden schemes, none of it mattered now. The major immortal sects sent forth these new-generation true disciples precisely to foster friendships among peers, so that in future cultivation paths they might lend each other aid. Yet in this single moment of joint assault, facing life and death together, their bond would become unforgettable!

At least in this instant, their resolve and camaraderie were utterly genuine.

Laughing to the heavens, light on life and death, arms linked, companions on the journey!

Wen Wen Wenzhi removed the Tianfu True Talisman, transforming into a clear wind that swept across the sky: "Fengwen Tower, Wen Wen Wenzhi!"

Fan Fan Xiruo rode the white deer, hesitating for a moment, then smiled calmly—no awe, no astonishment, only quiet composure: "Mount Luojia Mountain, Fan Fan Xiruo!" This time, she swept her long hair back from her brow, revealing a touch of sharpness!

Elder Zu'an held his ancestral portrait behind his back, speaking calmly: "Tianzhu Sect, Zu'an!"

Liu Ding the True Person activated the Rolling Sea Wheel, surging with torrential currents, roaring to the heavens: "Wanghai Gate, Liu Ding!"

The taciturn young monk stood dumbly in the sea, one hand holding a bowl, the other palm upright before his chest; only after being pulled by a Nascent Soul True Person behind him did he slowly raise his head and murmur: "Konghai Temple, Shouzhe!"

Liu Ding the True Person, clad in coarse hemp Daoist robes with wide sleeves fluttering, shook the Rolling Sea Wheel as if striking a giant drum made of ten thousand zhang of seawater.

A thunderous crash rang out, followed by a single cry: "Kill!"

Nine forces entered the array simultaneously—from the four corners, from sky and earth, from the sea!

The million demon soldiers' formation, solid as a mountain, remained immovable; at the Dragon Prince's command, it slowly advanced forward, demonic aura rising in successive waves, churning the remaining billions of tons of seawater into a single colossal wave, towering like a mountain.

Two elite demon squads, clad in armor and wielding weapons, surged out from the flanks, forming a crescent-shaped spearhead.

Rolling waves surged like ten thousand charging cavalry, transforming into galloping dragon-horses!

The thunderous roar of waves swept toward both flanks.

The flanking attackers were Yun Lang, riding the Qiongxiao Palace, and Shouzhe the monk, wading through seawater.

The demonic aura of the ten thousand demons surged into the array; the seawater they carried rose like a furious dragon lifting its head, its two horns twisting forward into one, its scales transforming into countless crescent-shaped water-blades—each strike like the full force of a Nascent Soul True Person—flying toward the two of them…

Shouzhe, infected by this killing aura, finally unleashed the latent fury within his bones.

His cheeks split open, revealing blood-red eyes—each one—his body ruptured the coarse monk's robe, muscles coiled like steel cables, tendons and bones rigid as wire.

His fists swelled several times in size, yet before the demonic array, still like ants.

But this ant leapt high, driving one fist downward onto the dragon's head; the fist collided with seawater saturated with immense demonic energy, triggering a violent explosion—a crushing fist-force drove deep like a nail into the dragon's head, then shattered…

The dragon's head burst apart like a rotten watermelon!

Shouzhe had forgotten to summon magic treasures or cast spells—he simply punched forward, blow after blow, smashing with all his might; demon soldiers in the water dragon, shields raised, stood in front—his fists struck each shield one after another.

First punch: the front-line demons' shields twisted, blood spewed from their mouths.

Second punch: the shield-bearing demon soldiers and the seven or eight behind them were punched clean through, their iron armor crushed together like candied haws.

Third punch: force like a leaping whale-carp smashed the entire formation—hundreds of demons were flung into the air, their corpses pulverized into paste by the sheer force.

To say he killed many demons, these punches didn't claim many lives—but with those two fists alone, he shattered the demon soldiers' formation!

Yun Lang activated the Yunxiao Palace.

The vast palace, rolling clouds—all hardened into iron, slamming into the demon squad.

The exquisite Qiongxiao Palace, once a celestial palace wreathed in immortal mist, was now wielded by him like a mountain, hurled violently at the water demons.

The delicate pavilions and jade towers, floating in clouds, crashed into the water dragon, exploding it into a cloud of blood mist—countless mangled demon limbs shot skyward, hanging from the palace like a massacre in the Celestial Court!

"Hahaha…"

Yun Lang threw back his head and laughed, flipped the Qiongxiao Palace, washed away the blood mist, then drove it toward the main array.

At this moment, a crow's cry pierced the sky—the golden crow, bearing the Iron Tower, dove downward; the golden lamps within the tower blazed brilliant fire, scorching the array below, burning through the clouds above.

The thinning water clouds were pierced by the flames, burning the exposed demon soldiers to death—vast swathes turned to charred corpses—but the Dragon Prince in the main array remained unmoved, letting his troops die.

And the Long Gong demons, facing this fiery hell—even as companions beside them were roasted to ash—dared not stir an inch.

Truly elite!

"Mountain!"

The Dragon Prince roared; the demons raised their magic shields—tens of thousands instantly fused into one, forming a towering magical mountain.

The fire spewed by the golden crow struck it, leaving not a single mark.

Jin Jin Xizi, watching the iron mountain array, merely sneered coldly; from the Iron Tower, a whisk swept out—a soul-seizing, spirit-stealing force surged forward; the disciplined demon ranks suddenly collapsed row by row, their souls shattered!

Fan Fan Xiruo leaned against the jade horns of the white deer, palms together, reciting sutras; white lotuses bloomed around her, each containing a cultivator chanting the same sutra.

The overwhelming chant became heavenly flowers, celestial maidens, divine dragons, Jin Gang warriors—resounding through heaven and earth.

Along her path, demons could no longer hold firm, falling into the sea of lotuses, soon climbing atop one, beginning to chant the sutra themselves.

As Fan Fan Xiruo passed, she converted tens of thousands of demon folk; the chanting grew louder still.

A thunderbolt from Shenxiao Sect pierced the array, slicing through like a knife through silk.

The lightning bore eyes and brows, revealing the Eight Trigrams, cleaving the array like a great blade, driving straight for the core—when the true dragon guarding the core saw the lightning streaking toward it, it immediately shifted the array's pattern.

Rolling waves, infused with demonic energy, transformed into countless thunder pearls, like jumping marbles; in an instant, endless thunder rained down, exploding simultaneously.

The entire array shook violently, and with a thunderous boom, wind, earth, water, and fire churned wildly, reducing the place to chaos.

Lin Lin Mingxiu and Gu Lin Mingxiu of Shenxiao Palace roared together, their thunder converging; the hidden Eight Trigrams within the lightning suddenly split into Yin and Yang, transforming into a black-and-white entwined Yuan Ci Divine Thunder that coiled into a Primordial Taiji Diagram, drawing in the billions of Gui Water Yin Thunder—and flinging it back at the demon formation!

The rolling Gui Water Yin Thunder shattered the entire array; waves of lightning swept across the sea, pulverizing countless demons, even drying the seawater, exposing the reefs and seabed below.

Then even the seabed was plowed through—dozens of thousands of demons suffered catastrophic losses, dead and wounded beyond count!

Yin thunder and bloodlight, mixed with demon blood and shattered flesh, were constantly washed away by surging waves, dyeing the sea crimson as a sea of blood.

At this moment, all nine array cores had been breached by true disciples of immortal sects; the Dragon Prince, stationed at the main array, finally curled his lips into a cold smile, waved his battle flag, and activated the array's transformation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Barrier Sea Array shuddered violently—the sound grew louder, demonic aura surging like a storm; the nine array cores rotated simultaneously, turning the entire formation into a grinding mill.

The seawater within churned, though greatly diminished, still forming a colossal vortex, sealing off the array's space entirely.

Countless prohibitions wove through the seawater, locking the void; the entire True Dragon Mystic Water Array now became a vast prison, interlacing prohibitions to drag the nine intruders into its depths.

The power of the prohibitions was terrifying, becoming traps that sapped their strength.

Fan Fan Xiruo suddenly frowned inwardly: "The Dragon Clan's hidden move has finally come!"

In the center of the Barrier Sea Array, swirling clouds suddenly parted—a dragon claw emerged, wreathed in mist and divine radiance; from the claw rose a geyser, flowing upward to heaven.

Within the geyser coiled a jade dragon, its form no more than three chi tall; the falling droplets sparkled, each one dissolving into billions of tons of seawater.

Brother Qian Chen, on the barren reefs outside, suddenly opened his eyes and murmured: "Eastern Sea Spring?"

Master Xiao Xie Xuan Xiao's face turned pale: "Master Sima Tianyi True Water?"

Master Sima Tianyi True Water was the mother of all water!

One drop could become a great lake; the spring in the dragon's claw condensed Master Sima Tianyi True Water into a geyser—how many drops? More than a million! If all dissolved, they could drown the Earth Immortal Realm.

Now, thousands of drops fell, instantly replenishing the nearly exhausted seawater.

Who could have imagined the Dragon Clan had such resources? They had simply crushed all our plans with a flood of Master Sima Tianyi True Water!

Even Brother Qian Chen had not anticipated—the legendary Hong Hong Sihai' Springs still remained in the Dragon Clan's hands.

He felt a true fire rise within him, furious: "The Hong Hong Sihai' Springs are born of the Mother of All Water, the divine authority of the Earth Immortal Realm—they must be held by its true master! How can they still be in the Dragon Clan's possession?!"

Since the Supreme One merged with the Dao, the Dragon Clan, having chosen the wrong side, was suppressed by the Three Dao Ancestors—this artifact could never have been entrusted to them. The only possibility: the Heavenly Court, to win their favor, gave it to them!

"Heavenly Court!" Brother Qian Chen's voice turned icy.

With the Master Sima Tianyi True Water spring, the True Dragon Mystic Water Array's power surged…

The rain-like droplets fell like the Tianhe descending to earth!

A ten-thousand-zhang wave surged into the array, instantly restoring the suppressed power to one hundred and twenty percent!

The entire Jin Dao Gorge trembled—the sky above, a thousand zhang high, roared with a torrential Tianhe, accompanied by a piercing dragon's roar, its terrifying pressure sweeping down.

At this moment, Fan Fan Xiruo, Yun Lang, and the other immortal sect true disciples all felt their cultivation energy congeal, sluggish to move; Shouzhe felt trembling and terror—his soul shivered as if frozen, a primordial suppression that made him unable to lift his head.

Just one dragon's roar—every soul in the array was choked, as if some supreme sovereign was about to descend upon the mortal world.

"Wretched woman!"

The dragon's deep roar echoed: "You who chattered in that silver mirror, plotting against my Dragon Clan—do you think we had no preparation? A few magic treasures, a few ant-like youths—what are they? My Dragon Clan need only flick a finger to crush you!"

The old dragon emerged from the clouds, its body immense—three thousand zhang long, coiled in chaotic energy, scales scarred from countless brutal battles.

Though its ten-thousand-year body was ancient and worn, it remained formidable—one claw could tear open heaven…

Its voice was dull, like rolling thunder, echoing across the entire sea!

Shouzhe could no longer bear the primordial pressure in his bloodline—his blood rebelled, as if his race had once defied this pressure, been utterly crushed, and now bore even harsher chains within their blood.

Shouzhe roared, his cheek skin splitting open, bleeding gashes.

From the wounds, eyes burst forth—his eyes stretched all the way to the back of his skull, monstrous as a demon!

His Hundred-Eyed Dragon Whale body swelled fully, sutras of slaughter resounding; his Golden Body exploded to a hundred zhang tall, becoming a half-man, half-whale Jin Gang guardian deity.

Konghai Temple had taught him its strongest body-cultivation scripture, "The Jin Gang Sutra of Unyielding Wrath," and forged his Golden Body with eighteen body-cultivation relic-shariras—this monstrous Golden Body, the strongest guardian Konghai Temple had ever created, a mere Core Formation cultivator with a flesh body rivaling a Soul Transformation demon!

The Hundred-Eyed Dragon Whale unfurled six arms, each capable of splitting mountains and seas, hurling themselves at the old dragon.

Above the clouds, the ancient dragon lowered its head, its long whiskers drooping beneath its snout; with but one claw, it struck the Golden Body of Shouzhuo, shattering it instantly.

All the cultivators under his command were crushed by the residual force of that claw, exploding into clouds of blood mist.

The Hundred-Eyed Dragon Whale let out a mournful cry, its entire upper body utterly rupturing!

Xiao Xie Xuan Xiao raised the array diagram and merged it with the Ten Thousand Treasures Iron Tower, transformed into a chaotic sack, to strike the ancient dragon—but the dragon's claw tore open the diagram, scattering the stars into a starry expanse; the twenty-eight cultivators guarding the array's core all spat blood simultaneously.

The Primordial Sack was ripped apart by the dragon's claw; the Ten Thousand Treasures Iron Tower cracked through six layers, and six magic treasures were shaken loose.

Jin Jin Xizi roared, though spewing blood from his mouth, he still reclaimed those six cultivators…

"You vermin, how dare you defy my clan? Do you think it's because those behind you support you that my Dragon Clan dares not act?"

The ancient dragon sneered: "Even if all your sects unite, my Dragon Clan remains invincible across the Hong Hong Sihai!"

"Your kind always hesitates too much—yet the Hong Hong Sihai ruled by my Dragon Clan are now occupied by you ants."

"You dare defy the Dragon Clan? Death is too good for you. Today, I, Ao Cang, shall slaughter your generation, so your sects will tremble in remembrance!"

This ancient dragon was no Primordial Spirit—it was the dormant legacy of the Dragon Clan, long slumbering. Though its body had aged, it could still effortlessly shatter the Golden Body of the Hundred-Eyed Dragon Whale. Its magic power had reached its peak, making even the Soul Transformation elders hiding nearby tremble.

This was an ancient dragon rivaling a Transcendent Immortal, having fought through the harshest eras of the Hong Hong Sihai.

At this moment, Fan Fan Xiruo's body trembled slightly, her heart pierced by those words.

She had vastly underestimated the Dragon Clan's response!

Even within the silver mirror, there were dragons—her plan had long been anticipated by the Long Gong. Now, she sank into utter despair: this ancient monster, heedless of consequences, meant to exterminate them; even with Bai Lu's protection, she had not the slightest hope of survival!

"It's my fault that I've doomed us all!" She closed her eyes, tears falling.

The Dragon Prince swam beside the ancient dragon and sneered: "Grand Zangshan Laozu, may I have this woman? I shall make her the lowest slave in the palace!"

"Hahahaha…"

The ancient dragon threw back its head and laughed: "Indeed, you have ambition! A wanderer of Mount Luojia Mountain isn't even worthy to be his concubine—but as a servant, she fits perfectly!"

"Master Lu Master Chunyang!"

A glimmer of hope suddenly stirred in Fan Fan Xiruo's heart; she struggled: "Master Lu Master Chunyang understands this array better than anyone—if he were here, he would surely have prepared a backup. He knew the Dragon Clan was within the mirror; even I left hidden traces in the diagram—he must have a contingency. All I can do now is create an opportunity for him! Perhaps… a miracle still exists!"

"What a foolish and weak race," the dragon sneered. "Even the finest among your young generation amounts to nothing—fit only to serve as our slaves and servants."

Yun Lang's eyes burned with fire. They were merely Golden Core cultivators, yet this ancient dragon, with its overwhelming power, had humiliated them—trapped within the array, even with terrain advantage.

This old dragon dared not confront their sect elders, yet here it boasted—disgusting! The imprisoned True Disciples, powerless and desperate, longed to break free and slay this dragon.

Their offshore immortal sects had always feared breaking ties with the Dragon Clan, clinging to the illusion of conflict without war—but now that they'd been slapped across the face, their hearts burned with fury and regret!

"If only we'd summoned our sect's ultimate treasure and sent our Supreme Elder to teach the Long Gong a lesson it would never forget!"

Yunxiao Palace lay crushed beneath the dragon's foot; Yun Lang now hated the Dragon Clan more than anything else.

"We still have one final trump card!" Fan Fan Xiruo bowed deeply to Bai Lu: "Please, Venerable, save my fellow cultivators! Create an opportunity for the Master of Yujing Mountain!"

Bai Lu sighed softly: "I am no match for that dragon. I can only hold out for a few rounds. Will the man from Yujing Mountain truly act?"

"Not only the Master of Yujing Mountain—there is also Master Lu Master Chunyang, that sword cultivator elder, and several Soul Transformation True Persons from the great immortal sects… Our human strength extends far beyond this! They will not stand idle!"

"Outside Jin Dao Gorge, countless human elders must be waiting—they will not allow the Long Gong to grow so arrogant. If only… if only we can create an opening…"

Fan Fan Xiruo could only convince herself to believe this. She gathered a white lotus, preparing to act without regard for consequence.

Bai Lu let out a long sigh, then charged forward with raised hooves…

Brother Qian Chen stood upon the desolate reef, watching the arrogant, boastful ancient dragon—his expression grew colder.

His primordial flying sword had slowly begun to unsheathe; here, facing the sword qi nurtured for days by the True Dragon's Dark Water Array, it was about to break through its final restraint and strike with razor edge…

He had indeed used the array diagram as bait to lure out the big fish. The offshore immortal sects had hesitated—during the array breach, even Shaoying had not been summoned. If they did not feel the Dragon Clan's brutal dominance in their very bones, how could they ever learn their place?

But no matter how hesitant, they were still human cultivators—none of them deserved to be humiliated by a beast.