Chapter 318: Transforming into a Flood Dragon on a Rainy Night

The only thing he could see was Yuan Lan’s tail, still connected to the earth, as massive as a mountain range.

And at the base of its tail, a gray line shone with a clarity and brilliance he had never seen before—the Tribulation Line!

It was the shackle on Yuan Lan’s bloodline, the bottleneck that had stalled its cultivation for nearly a thousand years, the very reason it could not Transform into a Dragon!

Yuan Lan was right. Now was the time!

With a powerful stomp, Chen Ye shot toward the sky, moving so fast he left a faint afterimage in the curtain of rain as he headed straight for the tail.

In that instant, Chen Ye poured years of cultivation insights and every ounce of his will into a single slash, holding nothing back!

“BREAK!!!”

A seemingly unremarkable, even somewhat dim, gleam of a blade flashed through the curtain of rain.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling burst of light.

It simply slid across the massive tail, across the Tribulation Line that represented the shackles of fate.

And severed it.

The next second, a roar erupted from Yuan Lan, high above the clouds—a sound filled with endless pain, yet laced with a hint of relief and wild joy!

The cry was no longer the muffled, furious one from before. It was now high-pitched and clear, with a piercing quality that could shatter stone, as if it would tear the very world asunder!

After being severed, the lower half of its tail rapidly underwent Petrification. It crumbled into a cloud of dust that settled back into the Southern Wilderness Land, the ground to which it had been rooted for nearly a thousand years.

Meanwhile, Yuan Lan’s massive body, soaring through the clouds, was completely enveloped in the pure, bright starlight.

An endless torrent of the Power of the Stars surged wildly into its body.

A series of grating, tearing sounds echoed through the air.

On Yuan Lan’s massive body, black scales the size of millstones began to crack and slough off in great sheets, revealing the more vibrant and resilient new flesh beneath.

Black blood, mixed with reeking impurities, poured from the sky like a torrential downpour, only to be quickly purified and vaporized by the brilliant starlight.

It was a process of rebirth, of breaking free from its cocoon.

Painful, yet filled with hope.

Yuan Lan’s body thrashed violently in the starlight. With every struggle, its form grew more condensed, its aura more pure.

Under the baptism of starlight, its once-savage head gradually became majestic. The twin horns atop it grew even more magnificent, gleaming with a jade-like luster.

The four Sharp Claws on its belly grew thicker and more powerful. Each talon was like a Divine Weapon, glinting with a terrifying, cold light.

The most astonishing change was its tail.

At the wound where Chen Ye had struck, flesh and blood writhed and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. A brand-new, more perfect dragon tail, brimming with explosive power, was rapidly taking shape!

At the same time, its aura was undergoing a world-altering transformation!

The cold, impure aura of a flood dragon was rapidly fading, replaced by the sacred majesty of a sovereign that ruled the world.

It was Transforming into a Dragon!

And this scene was witnessed with perfect clarity by the distant mountain folk of Kawa Village.

The pillar of starlight connecting heaven and earth, the massive figure writhing and transforming within it, the terrifying pressure that made their very souls tremble…

All of it, like a divine miracle, was seared deep into their minds.

“Lord Mountain God… Lord Mountain God has revealed himself!”

It is unknown who reacted first, but someone shouted.

Immediately after, all the people of Kawa Village, including the old chieftain, dropped to their knees in unison. Facing the mountain behind the village, they began to kowtow in fervent worship.

They did not know what was happening, but they could feel their Mountain God undergoing a magnificent transformation.

Meanwhile, throughout the Southern Wilderness Mountain Range, the powerful demons that usually reigned supreme were all prostrated on the ground. They buried their heads deep in the earth, trembling so violently they couldn’t even muster a single thought of resistance.

The Yin Ghosts hiding in dark corners couldn’t even manage a scream before they were instantly purified by this glorious heavenly might, dissipating completely.

In that moment, the entire Southern Wilderness welcomed its true master.

“No… Impossible! This is impossible!”

In mid-air, Jian Jingchuan, who had been preparing to burn his Divine Spirit for one last strike, was completely stunned by the sight.

For the first time, his face, twisted with madness, showed a look of utter bewilderment and despair.

‘Why?’

‘Why, after I gravely wounded it and it took a Sword Slash brimming with my killing intent head-on, did Yuan Lan not perish? How did it instead use my own power to shatter its final shackles?’

‘How dare it? How could it?!’

‘And that brat…’

Jian Jingchuan’s gaze fell on the figure standing below, blade in hand.

Though the slash had seemed unremarkable, not even causing a significant fluctuation of Energy, Jian Jingchuan could sense that it contained a Power of Law he could not comprehend—a power that made his very heart tremble!

It was precisely that slash that had severed Yuan Lan’s last tie to this mortal land, helping it complete the final, critical step of its transformation!

“So… so that’s how it is… Ha… HAHAHAHA!”

As if he had figured something out, Jian Jingchuan suddenly burst into a frenzied laugh, a sound filled with endless self-mockery and desolate sorrow.

‘I’ve schemed my entire life, only to end up as a stepping stone for its effort to Transform into a Dragon!’

‘How ironic! How pathetic!’