The three demonic cultivators, their robes drenched in the eerie glow of the moonlight, slowly lifted their heads after kneeling.
Each of them bore the emblem of the Blood Boar Sect, but their expressions were not ones of hostility—they carried reverence, admiration, and even a hint of fear.
Their boars, standing behind them, grunted lowly, their tusks gleaming under the night sky.
"Oh, mighty Dragon God," the first elder, a gaunt man with a jagged scar running down his cheek, spoke in a trembling voice. "We—Elder Xun, Elder Bao, and Elder Huo—are the honored guardians of the Blood Boar Sect. We bow before your presence!"
The second elder, Elder Bao, a woman with silver hair and piercing crimson eyes, inhaled deeply.
"Elder Shao Yun was a disgrace to our sect! A pretender! To think that he dared claim allegiance to a greater demonic sect while hiding among us like a rat…" She clenched her fists. "It is fortunate that you, O Dragon God, have purged him from existence."
The third elder, Elder Huo, a short, stocky man with broad shoulders, bowed even lower. "We extend our deepest apologies for the inconvenience he has caused you, O great one! Had we known of his treachery sooner, we would have personally offered his head upon your claws."
Wei Long remained still, his towering dinosaur form unmoving.
His golden eyes glead with an amused light as he listened to their flattery. His tail flicked once, making the ground tremble beneath him.
However, amidst their words of reverence, he noticed sothing.
The three elders were not rely bowing—they were subtly moving their fingers, tracing invisible patterns in the air. Wei Long's keen eyes caught the movent instantly.
They were forming seals, possibly communicating with soone or preparing sothing.
Xi Na, standing at his side, narrowed her eyes. "They're up to sothing," she muttered under her breath.
Then, without warning, the three elders turned toward her. Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire
"Lady Xi Na," Elder Xun said smoothly, his voice as oily as his appearance. "You are a remarkable woman. Not only are you skilled in combat, but you also command a beast of divine might. A dragon of such stature… one that devours its enemies without hesitation… truly, you are worthy."
"Worthy of what?" Xi Na snapped, folding her arms, her glare sharp and distrustful.
Elder Bao smiled knowingly. "To be an elder of the Blood Boar Sect."
Xi Na froze. Even Wei Long raised a taphorical eyebrow at that.
"An elder?" Xi Na repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief.
"Yes," Elder Huo affird, nodding enthusiastically. "Our sect values strength above all. You possess the qualifications to stand among us as an equal. We are willing to bestow upon you the rank of an honored elder if you but accept."
Xi Na scoffed. "And why, exactly, would I do that?"
Elder Xun chuckled. "Because the position is not rely an honor—it is an acknowledgnt of reality. You are already above the common disciples. Having tad the Dragon God himself, you have ascended beyond the need to be a re sect mber."
Wei Long let out a low rumble, his amusent growing. "Tad?"
Elder Bao quickly continued, "It is rely a formality. The sect recognizes your authority over the Dragon God, and thus, by extension, your worthiness to stand among us. The mont the Dragon God allowed you to stand beside him, he recognized your strength. If a divine beast deems you worthy, who are we to question that wisdom?"
Xi Na's eyes narrowed. "And if I refuse?"
Elder Huo smiled, his teeth glinting. "Why refuse a gift? This is not coercion—it is a declaration. You have already earned this. The mont the Dragon God tore through our enemies, your path was set. You can deny it all you wish, but the truth is… you belong with us now."
Wei Long listened to this with an unimpressed expression. He had been called many things—monster, demon, beast—but "Dragon God" had a nice ring to it. However, the assumption that Xi Na had tad him was laughable.
Then, suddenly, he chuckled. It was a deep, rumbling sound that shook the ground beneath them.
"Cut the crap."
His voice bood across the land, silencing the three elders instantly. Their bodies stiffened as they looked up at him with widened eyes.
Wei Long grinned, his massive jaws parting slightly to reveal his razor-sharp teeth. "You kneel before , but you still try to manipulate the situation to your advantage? Do you really think I'm blind?"
The three elders exchanged uneasy glances.
Wei Long's tail slamd into the ground, creating a minor quake. "Let's be real here. You don't care about Xi Na. You care about controlling what you think is a 'tad' dragon. That's the only reason you're offering her a position, isn't it?" His golden eyes flashed. "You think if she joins you, that ans I join you too."
Elder Xun's lips twitched. "We would never presu to—"
"Shut it." Wei Long growled, his voice dripping with venom. "You're worms trying to slither your way out of a hole Shao Yun dug for you. You knew he wasn't a true mber of your sect. You let him run wild anyway. And now that he's gone, you're scrambling to clean up the ss."
The elders remained silent, their expressions frozen.
Wei Long grinned wider. "I don't take orders. I don't belong to your pathetic sect. And neither does Xi Na."
Xi Na smirked at his words, folding her arms. "Tough luck, huh?"
Elder Bao exhaled slowly. "Dragon God… we an no offense. We simply—"
Wei Long interrupted with a snap of his jaws, making them flinch. "I said, cut the crap."
Silence fell once more, heavy and oppressive.
Finally, Elder Xun, still kneeling, lowered his head even further. "Then… what would you have us do?"
Wei Long stared at them, his golden eyes piercing into their very souls.
Xi Na smirked. "Now that's the right question."
The three demonic cultivators, still kneeling, exchanged subtle glances before slowly rising to their feet.
Their movents were synchronized, as if pre-planned, their robes swaying with a sinister grace.
The air around them grew heavier, vibrating with an ominous hum as they subtly nodded to one another.
A chilling wind swept through the clearing, and without warning, an imnse surge of temporal Qi erupted from the trio, distorting the surroundings with warping ripples.
Wei Long instinctively tensed, his reptilian pupils narrowing into razor-thin slits.
The energy was different from anything he had encountered before, a deep, pulsating force that seed to affect the very flow of ti itself.
Before he could react, swords of various sizes and shapes, shimring with dark runes, materialized high above them.
In an instant, the weapons rained down like a violent storm, embedding themselves into the earth with precision, forming a perfect, inescapable enclosure around Wei Long and Xi Na.
The blades pulsed with the sa temporal energy, binding them within an unbreakable domain.
The three cultivators straightened their posture, looking at each other with smug satisfaction.
Soon, another cultivator would appear, this elder with deep wrinkles and a long, serpentine mustache, let out a quiet chuckle.
"A fine gift indeed," he murmured, eyes gleaming with delight. "Even though we failed in our initial task, presenting this Earth Dragon to the leader will surely appease him."
Wei Long, who had been watching silently, suddenly burst into raucous laughter. His deep, guttural voice shook the space around him, carrying with it an undeniable arrogance.
"Idiots," he sneered, his massive tail swaying behind him. "Did you really think I didn't see you forming your pathetic little seals earlier? I accepted this little show of yours just to humor you. Now, let return the favor and shatter this weak excuse of a cage!"
With that declaration, Wei Long lifted his clawed foot and stomped on the ground, sending a shockwave surging outward.
The air crackled as his imnse force surged against the barrier.
Yet, to his surprise, the seal remained intact.
His confident smirk wavered for a fraction of a second before he scoffed and tried again, this ti slamming his powerful tail against the shimring enclosure.
Again, the barrier remained untouched.
Wei Long's eyes darkened, and his muscles coiled with tension.
This was unacceptable.
With a deep breath, his body surged with nuclear energy, his scales glowing faintly with golden streaks.
He lunged at the seal once more, his claws crackling with raw power, and struck the swords with an earth-shattering force.
Yet, nothing happened.
A growl of irritation escaped his throat.
This was impossible.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each ti, he attacked with increasing ferocity, his blows enough to crush mountains, his tail swipes strong enough to level cities—yet the barrier refused to falter.
Every strike sent small ripples through the shimring seal, but it did not break, did not even show signs of weakening.
Minutes passed.
Dozens of attacks had landed.
Yet the seal stood firm.
One of the three cultivators, Elder Bao, let out a dry chuckle, stepping forward with a knowing smirk.
"Don't bother, little lizard," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "This isn't so ordinary Qi barrier. This formation has been refined over generations by the Blood Boar Sect's greatest cultivators. Do you really think a re beast, even one as rare as you, can shatter it?"
Wei Long paused, his gaze snapping to Elder Bao.
Elder Bao's smile widened as she raised a hand, fingers tracing symbols in the air.
"This formation is constructed using the principles of Temporal Qi Sealing, reinforced by sacrificial techniques that link directly to the spatial fabric of the land itself. This is not sothing brute force alone can overco. Even a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishnt would struggle to escape without proper knowledge. And you? You are rely at the Qi Condensation Realm."
Wei Long's body tensed at those words, his sharp teeth grinding together.
"Face it," Elder Bao continued, her voice tinged with amusent. "You've already lost. No matter how powerful you believe yourself to be, raw strength alone is not enough to break this seal. It is an art—a refined technique that surpasses re brute force. Our Patriarch will arrive soon, and when he does, he will decide what is to be done with you. Until then, struggling is futile."
Wei Long's tail lashed the ground, frustration evident in his burning gaze.
His chest heaved as he tried to suppress the bubbling rage within him.
He refused to accept this.
He was Wei Long.
He was not ant to be caged.
Xi Na, who had been watching in tense silence, clenched her fists as her expression darkened.
The reality of their situation was sinking in.
If what these elders said was true, then their only chance of survival was slipping away with every passing second.
Then, in the heavy silence, the three elders straightened, their expressions shifting as they turned their gaze toward the sky.
From the distance, a massive, oppressive presence began to loom, casting a shadow across the land.
Elder Bao smirked. "The Patriarch of the Blood Boar Sect is coming."
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