548: Chapter 548: Little White Dragon 548: Chapter 548: Little White Dragon Boom!
A deep blue behemoth of a whale was hurled from the ocean, its hundred-ter-long body like a mountain peak thrown into the sky, soaring a thousand ters high.
The sight left the villagers of Bianhai village utterly agape.
Then, nurous colossal sea beasts followed, including ferocious sharks, giant silver carps, and towering sea eels resembling great walls—all exceeding a hundred ters in size, instilling terror and shocking the villagers to their cores.
What kind of being could possibly toss such massive creatures a thousand ters into the air?
The strength required was unimaginable.
Could it be the Immortal Master of Bianhai?
As this thought surfaced, the villagers buzzed with excitent.
Such might displayed by Qin Jun was likely unmatched even by the Green Fox King!
anwhile, Qin Jun had plumted into the depths of the sea, reaching ten thousand ters down.
He could feel the extraordinary density of the Southernmost Sea’s waters, a stark contrast to Earth’s oceans, with unknown substances dissolved within.
At ten thousand ters deep, Qin Jun felt as though he bore the weight of a gargantuan mountain upon him, his body taut, yet he could still dive deeper.
But upon reaching this depth, he sensed nurous formidable presences, chilling him to the bone.
In any world, the deep sea remains a realm humans dare not intrude upon.
Qin Jun dared not press his luck further; he was rely testing his own strength, not seeking an untily demise.
So, he began to ascend.
Sea creatures plumted down, smashing into the sea surface.
From the seafloor, it looked as though the sky was exploding, but this did not frighten Qin Jun, after all, those sea beasts were his doing.
Thus, Qin Jun remained around five thousand ters under the sea, tempering his body, allowing the enormous strength he had gained from his breakthrough to fully integrate with his physique.
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Ten days whizzed by.
News of the Green Fox King’s sieges stread in.
He seed to have no interest in the surrounding villages, and even the rising force of the Bianhai army did not catch his eye.
The so-called Bianhai army was constituted of the Great Qin Tiger Forces and the Qianzhen Divine Army, which had made quite a na for themselves in the coastal villages and had caught the attention of a few cities, but had yet to enter the higher echelons of both the Human and Demon Clans.
As of now, more than a hundred villages had pledged allegiance to Bianhai, seeking survival beneath its power.
Without exaggeration, Qin Jun had amassed a significant force, with the Great Qin Tiger Forces and Qianzhen Divine Army growing ever more valiant, striking such fear into the Demon Clans that the very ntion of their nas caused trembling.
On this day, a system notification roused Qin Jun from his cultivation.
“Ding!
Your monthly opportunity to summon a God and Demon has appeared!”
Qin Jun’s eyes flickered open, his face a picture of bewildernt.
Before he realized, a month had passed.
Could he truly rely on the Wheel of Fate to return to his original ti?
The worry flickered through his mind, but he was not one to waver.
What he needed to consider was whether to use the opportunity to summon a God and Demon.
“Can I use the Wheel of Fate to bring others back with ?” Qin Jun inwardly inquired, directing the question not at the system, but at Ji Yongsheng.
When it ca to understanding the Wheel of Fate, Ji Yongsheng seed to know more than the system itself.
If he communicated with the system, it would automatically shield Ji Yongsheng’s perception, keeping him in the dark.
“No, otherwise why would I have allowed the Holy Court to be destroyed?” Ji Yongsheng replied.
Qin Jun frowned, seizing on a piece of information, and promptly asked, “Did you once possess the Wheel of Fate?”
Ji Yongsheng didn’t respond, leaving Qin Jun irked.
Damn!
Stop playing dead, and stop hiding the truth all the ti!” Qin Jun vented in frustration.
“One must control the Wheel of Fate to defy Heaven, but its wielder will be slain by the celestial gods at the Heavenly Dao’s command.” Ji Yongsheng’s voice carried a trace of helplessness and bitterness.
Qin Jun felt a chill run down his spine and cautiously asked, “Do you an I might follow in your footsteps?”
“Yes, and no,” Ji Yongsheng replied calmly, his thoughts inscrutable.
“Has anyone in ancient or modern tis ever succeeded in defying Heaven?” Qin Jun couldn’t help but inwardly ask.
The ‘Heaven’ he referred to should be the Heavenly Dao.
And those celestial gods, the enforcers of Heavenly Dao.
It was as if the Chinese mythology of Heaven existed—not unlike the celestial beings summoned by the system now visiting the domain of another Heavenly Dao.
“Heaven is still there,” Ji Yongsheng responded succinctly.
The implication was clear: no one had succeeded.
Qin Jun was frustrated but even more exhilarated.
To fight against Heaven, to defy it!
Damn, that was a temptation any starry-eyed youth would struggle to resist.
“Forget it!
Summon!
Let’s start laying the groundwork for ten thousand years from now!”
With that thought, Qin Jun spoke directly to the system, “Begin summoning a God and Demon!”
There was no need for Qin Jun to be cautious once he communicated with the system; it would automatically block Ji Yongsheng, and Qin Jun didn’t need to ponder the timing.
“Ding!
Comncing the random summoning of a God and Demon!”
Qin Jun silently prayed for a formidable character to answer his call.
If it were too weak, it wouldn’t survive ten thousand years.
And it had to be loyal to avoid betrayal.
“Ding!
Congratulations, host!
You have summoned the Little White Dragon!”
Spit!
Qin Jun nearly spat blood in outrage—how had he ended up summoning this tragic character?
When it ca to Journey to the West, people first thought of the group of travelers heading west, and the existence of the Little White Dragon was thus overlooked.
The Little White Dragon, originally the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King, later beca Tang Monk’s mount.
His fiancée was abducted by the Nine-headed Insect, leaving him wearing the green hat of dishonor.
After the successful quest, he was not to remain a mount; he returned to his dragon form, received no rewards, and most tragically, was forever coiled around the Qingtian pillar at Leiyin Buddha Temple.
He was absolutely the most tragic character in Journey to the West, without a doubt.
More pitiful than Sun Wukong, even though Sun Wukong was manipulated, he had his monts of glory and ultimately received a worthy post.
Little White Dragon, however, lost his freedom, and no one even rembered him.
The re thought was enough to bring one to tears.
“Pull up his properties and lets have a look.”
Sighing, Qin Jun spoke, although he couldn’t help feeling sympathy for the Little White Dragon, he had to admit the dragon was decidedly weak.
“Little White Dragon, from Journey to the West.”
“Race: Dragon Clan!”
“Cultivation: Second level of the Immortal Realm!”
“Cultivation thod: Dragon Origin Skill!”
“Divine Power: True Dragon Form!”
“Loyalty: 91 (out of a maximum of 100)!”
The second level of the Immortal Realm…
Qin Jun nearly broke down.
Did it have to be so weak?
However, upon reflection, the Little White Dragon truly had no remarkable attributes.
Even as the second disciple to pledge himself to Tang Sanzang, he was frequently overlooked.
Perhaps apart from his reticence, weak strength played a part.
“Will I even see him ten thousand years from now?”
Qin Jun didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
It seed he needed to educate the Little White Dragon, toughen him up so that at least in ten thousand years, he could muster a significant force for Qin Jun.
“Master…”
Just then, a cautious voice ca from outside the door.
“Co in,” Qin Jun said softly.
As the words fell, Iron Qingtian pushed open the door and entered.
Looking at this young disciple, Qin Jun felt quite satisfied.
After all, in ten thousand years, the lad would be at the level of a Mysterious Immortal Realm.
Qin Jun had only two Mysterious Immortals under his command—Yang Jian and Tang Sanzang.
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