Chapter 578 - 246: Four Polar Divine Dragons, Winds from Eight Directions

points of Fortune slowly burned.

"Trace Origin and Steal Fortune."

A majestic supernatural force protected his soul, and a whirl of seven-colored light appeared before his eyes...

Chen Ping stared intently.

Vaguely, he seemed to glimpse a layer of a river, boundless and directionless.

He felt like a tiny grain of sand in the water, drifting along with the waves.

At a certain moment, a golden bubble ahead suddenly burst, the light and shadow before his eyes shifted, and the scene transformed dramatically.

He was no longer in that elegant, tranquil room; there was no incense burning before him, and his ears buzzed as if he could see and hear nothing.

"Is this the past, or the future?"

Chen Ping was slightly startled in his heart.

He thought perhaps this Trace Origin and Steal Fortune had ended in vain.

If he had returned to when Old Yuxiao was still in the womb.

Then the benefits he could gain would be minimal, but thinking of the unknown-tier Talent Skills of the Spring and Autumn Silkworm, he reassured himself and quietly waited.

The white light gradually dissipated from before his eyes.

The buzzing in his ears also started to fade away.

He could finally see and hear some things.

Only then did he realize, how could he have been unable to see or hear?

It was just that the brilliance in the sky was so dazzling that it obscured all sound and light...

Naturally, his ears weren’t deaf, it was just that the sound was so loud that he was temporarily hearing-impaired.

Indeed, as they say, great form is formless, great sound is rarely heard.

That was exactly the situation.

In the midst of everything, Chen Ping sensed that he should have been possessed by a young Daoist, running and then falling to the ground, getting up disheveled, looking up to see four shining golden shadows weaving through the sky.

The golden shadows stretched into long strips, their bodies twisting for ten miles, riding the wind and cutting through the clouds, with each collision exploding with a roar like a cluster bomb.

He could see the rings and layers of rippling waves in mid-air, with the aftershocks sweeping across the mountain peaks before him, and with a bang, the peaks were flattened entirely.

"Damn..."

Even though Chen Ping was seemingly possessed by the thirteen or fourteen-year-old Young Daoist of Yuxiao, he couldn’t help but start complaining from the bottom of his heart.

He had never seen these golden shadows before, but he recognized them.

When he used Trace Origin and Steal Fortune on Ji Changfeng’s purple fortune, he had seen creatures of this form.

Back then, it was green and not as large.

And, of course, its attack power was not as massive as what was before him.

In fact, his own Dharma Body Coiling Dragon from practicing the Stinging Dragon Scripture looked similar, with antler-like horns, a snake-like body, fish scales, and eagle claws...

Except, his was a white dragon, and what was in the sky was a Golden Dragon, and with five claws.

Based on Fang Qingzhu’s account of the Dragon Emperor Four Realms, this should be the Third Realm, the Divine Dragon Realm, known as the Dragon King Body.

And above the sky, there were as many as four Divine Dragon Dharma Body Dragon King Bodies present.

And they seemed to be besieging a sphere of light.

It shouldn’t be called a light sphere, it should be called a star.

Within that circular brilliance, there seemed to be an immense figure like a Demon God, with starlight falling from its gestures.

"Junior Martial Uncle Xiangyun, to the east! Senior Master, they are in that direction."

Chen Ping heard the young Daoist he possessed crying and shouting.

Feeling the sparse Thunder True Qi within the body, he thought, though this young Daoist might not be old, his talent was indeed strong, having already broken through the Innate at the age of thirteen or fourteen, possessing Innate True Qi.

Yet, in such an apocalyptic battle.

His skills couldn’t bear even the aftershocks.

He could only run around like a headless chicken, trying to escape with his life.

"Are you mad? The Four Extremes Divine Dragons of Fubo Island are launching all at once, the closer to the sea, the more dangerous it is. Although this time Shenxiao, the Corpse King, Ten Thousand Beasts, and Netherworld Sect are all taking action, in my view, it’s still not equal..."

A voice rebuked, as Chen Ping felt a tightening grip on his hand, being dragged along, rushing across mountains and ridges.

"Remember, only by surviving and preserving the Shenxiao inheritance, even if this battle ends in disgrace, there’s always a chance to rise again. The Celestial Star Demon Sect is unreliable, regardless of how Venerable Changyang promises, stay as far away as possible."

Junior Martial Uncle Xiangyun spoke as if leaving his last words.

As they ran, he let go and turned to meet the cyan dragon shadow thunderously chasing from behind.

Looking back, Chen Ping saw blood spray up into the heavens, and felt a chill in his palm.

He then realized that a Jade Slip had been silently slipped into his hand.

Meanwhile, his form flickered lightly, enshrouded by a long rainbow, swept across ten miles, and fell onto the grassland.

"Uncle Master."

Yuxiao, the Young Daoist, teared up, crying as he fiercely declared, "One day, I’ll wipe out you long worms entirely."

Of course, boasting was one thing, but actually doing it was quite unlikely.

The young Daoist hid far away, watching the eastern direction, where rainbows kept rising.

Then, looking at the sky, a golden dragon shadow exploded, filling the air with a blood mist, and that large sun-like stellar light sphere fell.

Afterward, a crack appeared in the void.

A huge furry hand, the size of a mountain peak, reached out from the crack, crushing two golden Divine Dragons, and the last Divine Dragon was struck by a palm, just a graze on the body already shattered bones and flesh, and it fell heavily to the ground.

He opened his mouth wide in amazement, almost unable to close it, as he saw the seemingly endless arm reach out from the crack, along with a massive black curved horn.

Black mist resembling smoke rolled out, and countless creatures wailed in agony.