Capítulo 1302: Chapter 142: The Path of Unity with the Heavenly Mandate
In the Zhaolin Realm, all was deathly silent, with only the breath of the wind remaining.
Whether it was the Ancestral Divine Beast or Wilderness Fierce Beasts, whether a Martial Artist or Blood Sea Spawn, at this mont, every life form in the Zhaolin Realm was holding their breath, waiting.
Waiting for that creature on the field.
The aftershocks of the previous doomsday-like battle were still dissipating slowly; the shattered earth and bubbling Great River of lava showed no signs of cooling or restoration.
And at the heart of that devastation, the scattered blood-colored light of the Dragon-man Giant God was flickering like fireflies beside An Jing.
He turned around.
In the distance, all the Martial Artists who were watching had co back to their senses after the ultimate shock. Following a brief loss for words, there was an eruption of volcanic cheers.
“Won! An Tianming won!”
“Battling one against seven… No, he defeated all Heaven’s Chosen of the Heavenly Ancestor with his own power!”
“So strong, so beautiful!”
“This is the true martial art! This is the true path! I feel… I see my future!”
“Nature Master, we admire you!”
“Nature Master! Please allow to follow you!”
Countless gazes filled with reverence, fervor, and admiration gathered, making An Jing’s figure appear godlike.
They witnessed a legendary battle worthy of eternal rembrance. An Jing’s unrivaled stance, having crushed all those who once aspired to be his equal, who were revered and admired by others, had already beco a god in their hearts.
However, just as everyone was imrsed in the aftermath of this victory, a sudden transformation occurred!
The mysterious dragon shadow that hadn’t intervened after An Jing defeated the seven and had been observing from the side, suddenly accelerated the flow around its whole body.
Under nurous astonished gazes, its slender dragon body rapidly contracted and transford; amidst the mingling of light and shadow, it transford into a golden-haired, dragon-horned woman, bearing a striking resemblance to An Jing but with a softer and more aloof deanor.
In the next instant, after seemingly speaking a few words to An Jing, she transford into a golden streak of light, swiftly ascending along the white jade Heavenly Ladder toward the summit of Ancestor Mountain!
The entire place was in uproar.
“Who is she?”
“What the hell is that?!”
“Why… Why does she look like An Tianming?”
“Isn’t that a Dragon Clan from the Great Wilderness Realm? Could it be that An Jing is actually a dragon from an Otherworld, and has sisters?”
The sudden change thrust everyone into imnse confusion, unable to comprehend the bizarre scene.
In the distance, You Ruhui had been following An Jing’s instructions to mobilize the Earth Vein with Jin Yanhua’s protection, preparing to set up a Formation to deal with potentially stronger enemies ahead.
But at this mont, her heart was slightly startled by that familiar yet strange figure.
“Why did the dragon beco An Jing?”
Her heart was filled with confusion and a trace of inexplicable anxiety, imdiately sending a ssage to An Jing, “An Jing! She went up first; aren’t you going to chase her?”
“Why chase?”
An Jing’s reply was so calm it seed almost indifferent; he turned, his gaze passing beyond the swiftly receding golden streak, falling upon the battlefield strewn behind him, “Soon, I will go up there and make her cry on her knees… but for now, she’s going to suffer quite a bit.”
He gazed remotely at the mist-shrouded summit of Ancestor Mountain, his tone carrying a hint of clarity, “The Ancestor Dragon Scale of the Zhaolin Realm clearly isn’t in a good state; I don’t even want to rush up there.”
“She’s willing to scout ahead, which is good.”
“Besides…”
An Jing turned around and looked toward those forr opponents struggling to stand.
He smiled, “There’s a more important task at hand right now.”
An Jing stepped forward.
Though several hundred miles distant, as An Jing moved, the crowd in the distance automatically parted to form a path.
Though they knew An Jing’s target could not possibly be them, an instinct, a pressure, urged them to do so unconsciously.
And An Jing’s target beca unmistakably clear.
Among the defeated five, Cang Anqi, the Blood Shadow of the Heavenly Mother Palace, who had remained the most enigmatic throughout, was the first to stand completely.
He lifted his head, his golden eyes sweeping complexly over An Jing, then the distant Ancestor Mountain, finally fixing on You Ruhui.
In this mont, You Ruhui’s heart raced suddenly.
Earlier, Cang Anqi had been fiercely battling An Jing, and she hadn’t observed his deanor closely, nor actually seen those eyes that rarely opened fully.
But now, as those eyes looked over…
They were a pair of… golden eyes containing endless authority, and a touch of warmth intimately familiar to her.
This person…
“Who are you?” You Ruhui instinctively asked, her voice carrying an unobserved hint of tremble.
“Co with ,” An Jing said to Cang Anqi, and together they moved to the rear, standing before Jin Yanhua and You Ruhui.
“Jin, Ruohui, do you know them?”
Jin Yanhua hesitated a mont, carefully scrutinizing the noble and handso red-haired youth before her, initially feeling he was sowhat familiar, but upon eting those golden eyes, she was thunderstruck, exclaiming, “Oh my! Guangyun! So you’re alive!”
“Jin!”
This ti it was Cang Anqi, or rather, the youthful version of Xuang Guangyun, who was dumbstruck, instinctively raising a hand to cover Jin Yanhua’s mouth, “Please don’t be so loud; this is not the Endless Heavens!”
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