Another prompt popped up. Johnnie didn’t hesitate and chose to refine and absorb.
He wielded the power of the Dark Elent Law, and because he had refined the Elental Heart, he could cultivate all elents.
[Ding, your Dark Elent Law has improved. Current comprehension: 9%]
By refining Sirius’s Divine Soul, Johnnie’s Dark Law comprehension jumped from 1% to 9%, giving him another big boost in strength.
Sadly, he didn’t have any dark-elent spells, so he couldn’t use its full power yet.
His Mage of the Five Elents class could only learn five-elent skills, so he’d need to find so dark-elent skill books.
Johnnie dropped the thought, stored Sirius’s body, and took out the Induction Compass.
But the compass didn’t react at all.
Douglas was probably already out of its range.
Johnnie frowned, a cold killing intent rising in his heart.
"Master, should we keep slaughtering the dragon monsters?" Nalorin Sylvia asked.
Johnnie shook his head. Upgrading the Dragon Patterned Sword could wait. Right now he wanted to find the Dragon Pulse.
He summoned the Dragon Patterned Sword and asked."Red Carp, can you sense where the Dragon Pulse is?"
Hum!
"Master, I can try." The Dragon Patterned Sword turned into the Red Carp. She closed her eyes and carefully sensed.
Soon she opened them and shook her head. "No. But Master, I can feel a lot of Celestial Dragon auras gathered not far ahead."
"Celestial Dragon auras? Could that be tied to the Dragon Pulse?" Nalorin Sylvia asked, puzzled.
"Let’s go see." Johnnie had the Red Carp lead the way. They flew by sword across the wilds.
They were likely already in the core of the Dragon Pulse secret realm. Powerful land dragons and flying dragons appeared from ti to ti, but most were around Stage 9 Epic or Legendary tier. They didn’t run into any Domain-level foes, and Johnnie couldn’t be bothered to make a move.
Up ahead, a vast mountain range appeared.
Johnnie also felt the dragons’ aura—and it was strong.
Chances were, the Dragon Pulse was in that range.
"Master, there are quite a few Lesser God and Core God experts." Nalorin Sylvia said, looking grave.
Johnnie nodded. He sensed them too. And it wasn’t just dragons—there were elites from other races as well.
It seed all the experts chasing the Dragon Pulse had gathered here.
Whoosh...
The wind howled. More powerhouses kept appearing around them, landing at the foot of the mountain.
By now, tens of thousands had gathered—mostly from the dragon race and the Demon Race.
There were also Demonic Creatures, the chanical Race, humans from the Universe Continent, and even Tidal Giants and a deep-sea clan.
But aside from Johnnie, there were no players. Douglas wasn’t here either.
Even if so players had entered the Dragon Pulse secret realm, with their current strength they would hardly make it this far.
"Huh?" Johnnie frowned. He felt waves of killing intent and turned.
It was Weyldon. Many Demon Race experts had gathered there as well.
But they didn’t attack Johnnie. Instead, everyone watched the front, tense and expectant.
There, a huge stone dais stood, ringed by several Celestial Dragons.
"Core Gods!" Johnnie was surprised—every one of those Celestial Dragons was at Core God level.
The dragons were far stronger than the other races. Could these people really steal the Dragon Pulse from them?
He doubted it.
"With dragon blood, open the Dragon Pulse and awaken the Dominus Draconis..."
Complex draconic chants echoed. Threads of fresh blood rose from the Celestial Dragons and sank into the stone dais.
"Master, this looks like a special seal. It needs a dragon powerhouse to sacrifice to open it." the Red Carp whispered.
A sacrifice?
Johnnie froze for a mont. He could feel the Celestial Dragons’ life force fading fast, swallowed by the dais.
They were all powerful Core Gods. Wasn’t that too high a price just to open the Dragon Pulse?
Buzz...
With a low hum, the dais flared with blood-red light and began to turn.
Rumble...
The whole mountain trembled. Then the dais split open, revealing a spatial rift.
"Go!" The dragons moved first, stepping through the spatial rift and vanishing.
"We must get the Dragon Pulse." The demon race rushed in right away, and strong fighters from other races followed.
"Let’s go in too." Johnnie’s group was at the back and flew toward the rift.
[Ding—No protective laws inside the Dragon’s Lair. Death is permanent. Those below Domain level should be careful. Enter?]
As Johnnie touched the rift, a prompt ssage popped up.
Permanent death? Did dying here an you were gone for good?
Johnnie hesitated. Quite a few Core God experts had already gone through. His strength had improved—he had mastered Nine Heavens Tribulation Lightning—but he was still no match for a Core God.
"Enter!"
He only paused a mont before choosing to go in. The Dragon Pulse could help Cecilia nurture an ancestral Celestial Dragon. He had to get it.
Buzz...
Space rippled. The scene changed. Mist closed in. Johnnie and the other two appeared in an unknown area.
"Human! You killed my son. I’ll tear you to pieces!" A furious roar ca as flas swept across the sky. It was Weyldon.
Johnnie tensed and used Vajra Indestructibility.
Golden light wrapped around him, and the damage he took was almost nothing.
He blinked, then understood. Since he had mastered Six Ding Divine Fire, his fire resistance had grown a lot. These flas could no longer threaten him.
"Hmph. You?" His confidence surged. With a thought, Seven Sword shot out, slashing at Weyldon.
Crack!
The mist surged, and a purple bolt of lightning slamd down.
"Heavenly Tribulation!" Weyldon cried in fear as the lightning struck him, making him stumble.
Right after that, seven cold flashes cut in one after another.
Splat!
Blood sprayed. Damage numbers flashed above Weyldon’s head.
-10774300
-11016000
-220000000
...
Johnnie could already deal over ten million damage to a Divine-level powerhouse.
Seven Sword also applies a severe wound effect, causing the target to lose 1% of their health points every second.
Weyldon had over twenty billion health points, but even he couldn’t stand losing more than two hundred million per second.
"Bone-Corroding Poison?" His face changed slightly. In disbelief, he said."That’s a thod of the Poison Venerable of the Five Greats. How could you have it?"
"Hmph. The Poison Venerable of the Five Greats? I already killed that guy. Now it’s your turn." Johnnie sneered and cast the Myriad Sword Technique.
Hum!
Sword beams flashed—but only a few hundred appeared.
"Huh? What’s going on?" Johnnie paused, then noticed the problem: the mist was greatly suppressing his ntal power.
The number and range of the Myriad Sword Technique depend on ntal power. With the mist suppressing it, he could only summon a bit over a hundred sword beams, and their range was cut down to just over a hundred ters.
By then, Weyldon had already moved out of the kill range.
"Damn, what a hassle." Johnnie cursed and rushed after him, giving up on the Myriad Sword Technique and controlling Seven Sword to attack instead.
Boom, boom...
Thunderous booms echoed. Lightning sotis fell along with the sword beams. Weyldon was in a sorry state and still couldn’t resist Seven Sword’s attacks at all.
"Run!" Terrified, he didn’t dare hesitate and bolted into the fog.
"Hmph, you can’t get away." Johnnie chased close behind, Seven Sword flashing as it attacked like crazy.
[Ding—Seven Sword’s Instant Kill effect triggered. You killed Weyldon. EXP 24,000,000; four basic attributes 10,000]
[God-killing power triggered. Your attributes are permanently increased by 10%]
Prompt ssages popped up. Johnnie was a bit surprised; he hadn’t expected Seven Sword’s Instant Kill to trigger so easily.
"Human, if you provoke the Demon race, you won’t have a good end!" With an angry shout, Weyldon’s Divine Soul flew out and fled into the mist.
Johnnie sneered. With a thought, the Demon-Refining Pot shot out.
Hum!
But then a powerful suppressive force appeared, and the Demon-Refining Pot couldn’t swallow Weyldon’s Divine Soul.
"What’s going on?" Johnnie was confused. The Demon-Refining Pot flew back into his hand, and Weyldon’s Divine Soul had already vanished into the mist.
Nalorin Sylvia sensed carefully and said."Master, it seems to be because of this mist."
Mist?
He knew the mist was suppressing ntal power, but other than that, he hadn’t found anything special.
Nalorin Sylvia said, unsure."It feels like this mist is protecting Divine Souls."
"Protecting Divine Souls?" Johnnie frowned. The mist was too strange, and he felt it wasn’t that simple.
He stopped dwelling on it and asked the Red Carp."Red Carp, can you sense anything unusual here?"
Right now, the Red Carp hadn’t turned into the Dragon Patterned Sword and stayed in human form. As a Celestial Dragon, she had a natural advantage in exploring the Dragon’s Lair.
She shook her head. "Master, my ntal power is also suppressed by the mist. I can’t probe deeper."
With no better option, Johnnie wandered forward through the fog.
Boom, boom...
Suddenly, sounds of fighting ca from not far away, mixed with dragon roars.
It seed soone was attacking the dragon race.
"Let’s go take a look." Johnnie rushed toward the noise.
The mist grew thicker. Visibility dropped to under twenty ters, and his spiritual sense was hit again.
Johnnie frowned. This wasn’t good for him.
Both the Myriad Sword Technique and controlling flying swords relied on ntal power.
With it suppressed, his strength was greatly affected.
But it should be the sa for others too.
Rumble!
With a loud crash, the fog rolled, and Johnnie finally saw the fighters.
Two Celestial Dragons were besieging a huge bone dragon.
"Bone dragon?" Johnnie was puzzled. Bone dragons are a type of undead monster. Why would one appear here?
Boom!
Crack!
Another thunderous blast ca with the sound of bones breaking. The bone dragon was blasted apart. A stream of Soul Power flew out of its skull, but before it could escape, the two Celestial Dragons swallowed it.
Hum!
Light flashed around the two Celestial Dragons, and their auras grew a bit stronger.
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