Chapter 378: Divine Weapons Descend from Heaven; I Am About to Start Showing Off!

Black Domain Continent, Ashfall Canyon.

The Dragon Wing Clan's territory, the "Dragon Court," sits atop the most treacherous mountain peak.

Through multiple cross-world expeditions, the Dragon Wing Clan has weathered many ups and downs here; they once enjoyed the glory of becoming a regional hegemon, yet also experienced the humiliation of being surrounded and suppressed by alien races, retreating to their minor world at the cost of near-total annihilation.

Every inch of rock strata in this land is soaked with the blood and fire of the Dragon Wing Clan.

This causes the canyon walls to shimmer with dark golden veins, layered one upon another like dragon scales.

The Dragon Court, rebuilt time and again, still bears the scars of its fierce battles against the Bone-Burying Clan; within the cracks of the palace stone pillars, ice crystals formed during the fight against the Storm Clan remain embedded... every scar is a medal, recording the unyielding iron bones this race forged through repeated cross-world expeditions.

In this era, a new expedition begins anew.

The Dragon Court City, once reduced to ruins, has been rebuilt by this generation of Dragon Wing Clan members.

A brand-new blood-red banner rises in the city center, its gold-stamped dragon patterns snapping loudly in the gale; the dragon head holds its posture high, as if issuing a war cry to this world, announcing their return.

All members of the Dragon Wing Clan understand: the new expedition is not to replicate past glories, but to fight for a broader future for the Dragon Wing Clan amidst the torrent of countless races competing.

One generation lifts up the next; what matters is not standing at the peak, but the process of climbing.

Just as the clan motto says: The dragon flame never extinguishes; it burns only toward the azure sky.

Within the clan grounds, many new functional facilities have sprung up.

Inside the "Dragon Forge" beside the Dragon Slumber Divine Hall, furnaces exhale orange-red flames as young craftsmen refine and forge resources from the mineral veins.

The foundation of this workshop is the site where the Great Dragon Lord of the Profound Scales once smelted the first dragon spear; deep underground, the scorching aura of the primordial dragon flame left by the first generation still lingers.

In the newly expanded "Dragon Rearing Pool" below the Spirit Breath Cliff, earth-pulse spring water gushes forth, transforming into energy meridians that flow to the entire city.

The stone walls beside the pool are carved with insights on resource planning left by generations of sacrificial priests; the oldest line of handwriting has already merged with the rock itself.

Throughout the city, several Honor Bridges have been erected, constructed from spiritual materials of the Monster World and the dragon bones of clansmen; they are hung with spoils of war gained from past campaigns, and several bridges that had once collapsed have now been repaired.

Resource nodes left by predecessors have also been reactivated.

Mineral veins, spirit springs... and a ten-thousand-year Dragon Blood Tree stands in the city center, drawing in external spiritual energy to nourish the Dragon Wing Clan lifeforms within the city.

New architecture and old architecture intertwine within the city.

New functional facilities carry the vitality of the present, while resources left by predecessors settle with historical weight; together, they form the cornerstone for the Dragon Wing Clan to soar once more.

The forging in the Dragon Forge, the sound of water in the Dragon Rearing Pool, the clatter of spoils of war colliding in the wind atop the Sky-Piercing Bridge... these are the echoes inherited in the bloodline of a race.

It is also the destiny carved into the bones of every Dragon Wing Clan member: to write a long poem belonging to the Dragon Wing Clan in the Monster World through a relay effort.

Every time they lift the brush, they dip it in fresh dragon blood, writing even hotter chapters toward the azure sky of the Monster World.

Yet the journey through the Monster World has always been a perilous path of dancing on the blade's edge.

This land has never sympathized with the weak.

Danger and opportunity; no one knows which will arrive first.

At this moment, the Dragon Wing Clan faces a sudden survival crisis.

Before the war erupted, the Devouring Clan dispatched reconnaissance units to conduct a general survey of the Dragon Wing Clan's situation.

From the life strength of the Dragon Wing warriors venturing out, to the material strength used in forging the weapons and armor on their bodies, to the energy density detection of the city's defensive barriers.

The Devouring Clan's reconnaissance units penetrated every corner of Ashfall Canyon like shadows.

They transformed into moss within rock fissures, attached themselves to the scale gaps of outgoing Dragon Wing warriors, and even hid within the high temperatures of the lava river, transmitting collected information back to their clan grounds via a mental network as the medium, endlessly.

During this period, they also calculated the daily energy consumption of the Dragon Wing Clan's outward-bound warriors, including the characteristics of the Dragon Wing Clan's life structure and combat capabilities... all intelligence was calculated within the Devouring Clan's information network into a war victory rate.

What appeared to be a sudden war was, in reality, a harvest meticulously calculated by the Devouring Clan based on intelligence information.

At this time, the sky outside Dragon Wing City was torn apart by the flames of war.

The Dragon Wing Clan's last defensive line swayed precariously amidst the Devouring Clan's tidal wave.

The current Great Dragon Lord of the Dragon Wing Clan stood atop the sacrificial altar, his crimson-gold dragon pupils reflecting the entire burning battlefield.

His wings were already tattered and broken, his dragon scales stained with the black blood of Devouring Clan warriors, yet his eyes still burned with surging fighting intent.

Outside the city, Dragon Wing Clan warriors were forming a defensive line with their flesh and blood.

The roars of the Dragon Scale Guards shattered the earth; wielding giant shields engraved with dragon patterns, every charge of theirs crushed the Devouring Clan's vanguard into meat paste.

But there were simply too many enemies; as soon as one Devouring warrior's fleshy shell was crushed, more would pounce forward.

Sky Dragons shuttled through the cloud layers, the dragon breath spewed from their mouths falling like meteors, occasionally scorching black gullies into the ground when they struck the earth.

Yet the Devouring Locust Swarms of the Devouring Clan blocked out the sun and sky; relying on their numerical superiority, they exhausted the dragon breaths, preventing the fireballs from falling and interfering with the main army currently advancing.

In this battle, many elderly Dragon Speech Priests guarded the city walls.

They generated spell-rune talismans, mobilized elements in the air, outlined great formations, and summoned thunderstorms.

But the Devouring Clan's soldier Black Tide seemed endless; countless Devouring warriors advanced by stepping on the corpses of their own kind, and even as bodies disintegrated, they were immediately filled in by those who followed.

At this moment, the Great Dragon Lord gazed at the battle line retreating under pressure and could not help but let out a low roar.

Just then, a figure shot in from the distance, landing beside him and kneeling on one knee.

"Great Dragon Lord, the western defensive line has broken; the Third Sky Dragon Guard... is completely annihilated."

The arriving figure was covered in blood and filth; the wing membrane on the left wing had been corroded into several holes, exposing the bleeding bones beneath.

This blood-stained figure was none other than the old acquaintance Ji Chen had racked his brains to meet again: Long Yi.

Upon hearing Long Yi's report, the Great Dragon Lord's crimson-gold pupils remained locked on the surging Black Tide of the battle line outside the city.

Only when Long Yi's panting gradually subsided did he slowly turn his neck, his gaze falling upon Long Yi's damaged wings, then shifting to the scar on Long Yi's forehead.

This scar overlapped with the wound a certain clan genius had received during a trial at the Wind Whistle Platform in his memory.

Back then, he was not the successor designated by the Dragon Wing Clan's high command; above him existed an even more outstanding presence.

The clan's high command had already secretly made a decision: after descending into the Monster World, they would focus on cultivating that one until it inherited the position of Great Dragon Lord and wielded the Dragon Breath Rules.

But during the launch ceremony for the cross-space expedition, that figure was swept away by sudden turbulence appearing within the spatial channel, disappearing without a trace.

The entire Dragon Wing Clan believed it had long since turned into stardust.

Afterwards, he took over the position of the Dragon Wing Clan's strongest genius and eventually inherited the authority of the Great Dragon Lord.

And that strongest clan genius from back then was precisely the figure now kneeling on one knee before him.

The Great Dragon Lord's gaze lingered on the scar between Long Yi's eyebrows for a long time, his expression complex.

Within that pale white mark, one could almost still see the youth who once spread his wings and soared from the Wind Whistle Platform.

At that time, Long Yi was an object of admiration even for him.

The clan elders all said this was a Dragon Breath controller rarely seen in a thousand years.

Yet now, the Dragon Breath energy within the once high-spirited genius was exceedingly thin.

This was the result of a long-term lack of Dragon Blood Fruit nourishment, as well as erosion by the turbid aura of the minor world.

It was like a Dragon Blood Tree that should have taken root at the Dragon Breath Cliff being thrown onto land lacking spiritual energy; no matter how good the seed, it was difficult to grow into a towering tree.

Even though he had personally bestowed upon Long Yi the source-level imprint of the "Dragon Breath Rules," his current strength still fell far short of his own height.

Two hundred years of time passed in the blink of an eye.

He recalled that when he had just inherited the Dragon Breath Rules and become the Great Dragon Lord, he had countless times stood before the star map, imagining the return of that vanished figure.

He imagined scenes of them fighting side by side in the Monster World.

But reality was that the existence he once needed to look up to had long been "tortured" by the Mud Swamp World until it fell out of the ranks.

Yet he could still see that former unyielding sharpness in Long Yi's eyes.

The minor world had limited its growth, but it had not worn away its will; it was still that genius from his memories.

The fighting intent burning in those crimson-gold vertical pupils was identical to the figure standing at the peak of the Wind Whistle Platform in his memory.

Even if covered in dust, it still hid a sharpness unwilling to bend.

The Great Dragon Lord gazed at Long Yi's blood-stained Iron Face and slowly raised his dragon claw.

Instantly, a dragon crystal flowing with brilliant golden light condensed in his palm; this was the source imprint of the Dragon Breath Rules.

The Great Dragon Lord took a deep breath, made a decision, and looked at Long Yi, speaking in a deep voice:

"Brother Long Yi, you can no longer keep up with the intensity of war; this is not disdain, but the fact of the matter." The Great Dragon Lord's dragon claw hung in mid-air, the golden light of the dragon crystal in his palm making both their pupils burn bright:

"The Devouring Clan outside the city births new warriors every moment; their power is absolutely not something you can contend with. Next, I will lead the Dragon Scale Guards to charge the formation, doing my utmost to buy time for you all. You take the remaining warriors and leave via the secret passage beneath the Spirit Breath Cliff, retreating to defend our homeland world."

As if anticipating what Long Yi might say, the Great Dragon Lord's tone carried an unquestionable majesty:

"Remember, retreating is not admitting defeat; it is to ensure the spark of the Dragon Wing Clan can burn into the next era. Your battlefield is not in the scorched earth ahead; nurture your wings in the homeland, waiting for the day when you can lead the next generation of clansmen to kill your way back into the Monster World."

Speaking thus, the Great Dragon Lord pushed the Dragon Breath Rules in his hand toward Long Yi.

But Long Yi suddenly raised his hand, using his sharp claws to press tightly against the dragon breath rule crystal directly before him, then slowly straightened his spine.

The torn wing membranes snapped loudly in the gale, yet they could not hide the blazing light bursting forth in his eyes.

"I have waited two hundred years for this path."

Long Yi stared intensely at the Great Dragon Lord’s eyes, every word he spoke bitten out through clenched teeth, carrying scattered qi and blood:

"From the day I was swept away by spatial turbulence, I have lived every moment to return to the battlefield, struggling to survive in the turbid minor world, tempering my dragon body in the barren wastelands... I have never given up, nor do I believe I will fall, yet now you ask me to retreat."

Speaking, Long Yi tore off a broken dragon scale from his chest and slammed it fiercely against the Great Dragon Lord's chest:

"In these two hundred years, I have gnawed on rotting flesh in the mud, drunk poisonous water in the desert, and even had my body pierced by alien chains... what sustained my survival was never the desire to live. I have waited two hundred years for this day, waiting for a chance to return to the battlefield, longing to fight side by side with my clansmen. Even if my body is crushed to bones, I want to fight to my heart's content. Therefore, I absolutely refuse to agree to retreat to the clan grounds; if you want someone to retreat, find another successor."

"Today, I have only two choices: either step on the corpses of the Devouring Clan to survive, or die on the battlefield."

Amidst Long Yi's low roar, the broken dragon scale slammed against the Great Dragon Lord's chest suddenly burst forth with blinding blood-red light.

Dense, miniature runes appeared on the surface of the scale.

Those were forbidden technique formation runes that Long Yi had carved one stroke at a time into his body using dragon blood in the alien world, power born from pain.

The Great Dragon Lord's vertical pupils contracted violently.

At this moment, the Long Yi in his eyes overlapped once again with the arrogant figure from his memories.

Time could wear away strength, but it had never extinguished the dragon soul in his heart.

At this moment, he already understood what Long Yi was pursuing; continuing to persuade him was meaningless.

At that moment, it raised a hand and slapped heavily onto the Dragon-Blooded's blood-stained shoulder:

"Elder Brother Dragon-Blooded."

In the Great Dragon Lord's crimson-gold pupils, no superfluous emotion remained, only heartfelt admiration; it nodded solemnly to the Dragon-Blooded:

"Charge."

The muscles on the Dragon-Blooded's shoulder tensed sharply, then slowly relaxed.

It spoke no words, merely reversing its grip to seize the Great Dragon Lord's wrist; the instant their dragon claws interlocked, the dragon crystals and blood scales in their palms grew scorching hot—no further words were needed now.

The Dragon-Blooded turned at that moment, sweeping across the earth wrapped in a wild gale, resolutely rushing toward the heart of the battlefield.

The dragon breath exhaled from its mouth wove in midair into a dark-gold arc of light, crashing straight into the densest torrent of the Devouring Clan.

Dark-golden flames instantly scorched over the bodies of dozens of Devouring Clan warriors, yet every Devouring warrior possessed formidable elemental immunity; the dragon flames had to burn for a long time before piercing their defenses.

The instant it beat its wings and dove, three Devouring Vanguard Commanders lunged within striking distance; corrosive slime splashed onto its wing membranes, hissing as it seared.

The Dragon-Blooded spun violently, its sharp claws tearing open the throat of the leftmost monster; black-green slurry sprayed across its Iron Face, yet failed utterly to slow its movements.

Like an arrow gone wild, it plunged straight into the very center of the Devouring Clan's densest formation.

Roar!

The Dragon Breath Rule activated; rule-derived energy transformed into countless runes that coiled around its body.

Immediately, the qi and blood within its body boiled, and its power climbed surge by surge.

The dragon roar it unleashed in that instant shattered the bodies of several low-stage Devouring Clan warriors.

Yet more Devouring Clan warriors rushed forward swiftly to fill the gaps.

Amid the chaos, a Devouring Lord that suddenly attacked swung its massive pincers and tore open its right wing, exposing the stark white wing bones beneath; the Dragon-Blooded roared in fury, whirling to clamp its jaws around the opponent’s neck, then used the momentum of its fall to slam the creature violently into the earth, sending shattered rocks and black blood flying together.

It had just broken free from the entanglement when it saw a young Dragon Guard beside it being torn apart simultaneously by three Devouring Clan warriors; amidst the crisp sound of peeling dragon scales, that newly matured figure was swiftly devoured in an instant, leaving behind only a brief, agonized cry.

The Dragon-Blooded's pupils contracted sharply; its freshly healed wounds burst open from rage, and drops of blood fell onto the scorched earth, raising plumes of white smoke.

It turned to attempt a rescue, yet several corrosive rays pinned it in place; the acrid scent of charred scales mingled with the stench of blood and drilled into its nostrils.

In the corner of its eye, the Elemental Great Array laid down by the Clan Elders was collapsing.

A core member responsible for maintaining the array was engulfed by a swarm of Devouring locusts.

"Kill!"

Without hesitation, the Dragon-Blooded lunged toward the array; this was the core sustaining the battle line and absolutely could not be destroyed by the Devouring Clan.

"Dragon-Scale Close Guards, follow me and kill!"

Just then, the Great Dragon Lord's furious roar echoed from behind; crimson-golden dragon breath poured down like a waterfall, smashing a vacuum into the midst of the Devouring frenzy.

His dragon claws gripped a golden dragon spear, its tip still impaling the remains of an elite Devouring Clan warrior; as his tattered wings flapped, they whipped up a raging wind.

He surged to the Dragon-Blooded's side and slammed his wings down, crushing all the lunging Devouring warriors.

"Can you still hold?" the Great Dragon Lord asked in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he pressed his palm onto the Dragon-Blooded's shoulder, and immediately pure dragon breath energy flowed in endlessly.