Chapter 23 The Roar of the Pureblood Five-Clawed Black Dragons
“The real spectacle is only just beginning.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the nine pureblood five-clawed black dragons in the sky simultaneously opened their mouths. Endless spiritual energy from the heavens and earth surged toward them like a tidal wave, pouring into the mouths of the nine dragons.
And then—
“ROAR!!!!”
A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering dragon roar erupted from the mouths of the nine five-clawed black dragons, as if it were about to tear open a hole in the sky itself. A powerful sonic shockwave rumbled forward.
One roar shook mountains and rivers!
It was like a colossal heavenly hamr, slamming down hard on the heart of every adventurer.
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!…”
It looked like dumplings falling from the sky—every adventurer was blasted away by the soundwave and violently crashed to the ground.
“Such a terrifying dragon roar.”
“Heavens, even my soul feels like it’s about to shatter.”
“Too terrifying. As expected of the legendary true dragons—beings no mortal should dare offend.”
“To witness a true dragon’s roar in this lifeti… I can die without regrets.”
“It’s so overwhelming. I really want to know what kind of peerless being is buried inside that bronze coffin.”
…
A group of adventurers crashed to the ground, their faces filled with even greater shock and awe. This was a real, tangible attack!
Just a single dragon roar from tens of thousands of ters up in the sky had knocked countless cultivators off their feet. Such power could only belong to a legendary True Dragon.
“Received 11 Shock Points from Zhao Feng.”
“Received 13 Shock Points from Zhang Qi.”
“Received 238 Shock Points from Xiao Yueying.”
“Received 999 Shock Points from Yan Fei.”
“Received 66 Shock Points from Xiao Ding.”
“Received from Sun Lei…”
“……”
……
Ling Chen bead with joy as another massive wave of shock points rolled in. In less than ten seconds, his shock point balance had soared to a terrifying five million!
Back then, he wouldn’t have even dared to dream of such a thing. He felt a thrilling rush, like becoming rich overnight.
“Huh? Where did the five-clawed black dragon go?”
“It’s really gone! Did it vanish into the void?”
“That must be it. It’s said that powerhouses at the Void God Realm can briefly traverse the void.”
“Sigh… I fear I may never again witness such a spectacle in this lifeti.”
……
The closure of the Black Dragon Secret Realm stirred up another wave of commotion. The sudden appearance—and just as sudden disappearance—of the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin left behind far too many mysteries.
Fortunately, the spectacle left a trace: the drifting black sand that had scattered down. Many people had picked so up. Even though they didn’t know its purpose, they treated it like a precious treasure. This wave alone brought Ling Chen hundreds of thousands of Shock Points.
At this mont, Ling Chen deeply regretted not having bought a B-grade secret realm. If he had, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin would’ve hovered in the sky for longer, and he could’ve earned even more Shock Points.
Then again, a B-grade secret realm cost 300,000 Shock Points—sothing he simply couldn’t afford at the ti. Still, earning nearly six million Shock Points from this wave was already a great success.
Moreover, the Black Dragon Secret Realm hadn’t lost its value. Ling Chen stored it away and could release it again anyti, just like today. Of course, he wasn’t planning to do that again so soon.
After all, maintaining a sense of mystery was important. If a “divine sign” kept appearing in front of people, it would eventually lose its mystique. As the crowd in the market gradually dispersed, Ling Chen humd a little tune and headed back toward the inn.
The gains from the Black Dragon Secret Realm weren’t over yet. Those citizens who had witnessed the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin would surely go ho and brag about it.
More or less, so people would believe them—and bring Ling Chen another wave of Shock Points. Most importantly, the black sand that had fallen from the bronze coffin…
Among the three great market districts, at least a few hundred people had picked so up. So were bound to notice the ancient age of the sand and start linking it to the Mythical Era. That was when the real earthquake would hit.
——
Xiao Yueying’s expression was solemn as she dismissed all the Xiao family elders, leaving only Xiao Ding behind.
“Yueying, why do you look so serious?”
Xiao Ding asked in confusion.
Xiao Yueying said, “Father, you saw that ‘Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin’ phenonon too. Do you have any thoughts on it?”
Xiao Ding replied, “What thoughts could I have? That bronze coffin must hold the remains of a world-shaking powerhouse. To dare use nine five-clawed black dragon corpses to pull the coffin—none of the sects in the Eastern Wasteland could manage such a feat. It might even co from the mysterious Central State.”
“It’s not that simple,”
Xiao Yueying shook her head.
“Even those supre holy lands in the Central State, which trace their lineages back to the ancient era, wouldn’t be able to create such a grand display. Those nine five-clawed black dragons—any one of them could probably crush an ancient emperor.”
Xiao Ding frowned at her words.
“Then what are you suggesting?”
Xiao Yueying spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.
“These nine five-clawed black dragons and the bronze coffin likely co from… the Mythical Era.”
“The Mythical Era? No! That’s impossible! What proof do you have?”
Xiao Ding imdiately refuted her.
He was a firm non-believer, convinced the Mythical Era had long vanished and would never return. In contrast, there were people like Uncle Liang, who believed deeply in its greatness and that one day it would reappear in the mortal world.
Now that Xiao Yueying was telling him the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin ca from the Mythical Era, it was shaking the foundation of his beliefs.
“The proof is this.”
Xiao Yueying opened her palm. In her fair hand lay a collection of black sand grains.
“These black grains drifted down from the surface of the bronze coffin. They are clumps of dust fused together over countless complex climatic changes. By studying their composition, we can roughly estimate the age of the bronze coffin,” Xiao Yueying said calmly.
Xiao Ding couldn’t help but swallow nervously and asked in a trembling voice, “How old are they?”
“The dust that makes up these black grains cos from different eras. The oldest among them can be traced back to over five hundred thousand years ago!” Xiao Yueying answered with certainty.
This was the result of an analysis personally conducted by Yan Fei—there was no doubt about its accuracy.
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