Chapter 525 - 318: Blood Dragon Martial Saint, Celestial Treasure Golden Pouch, The Number of Ancient Ships

"We have to hold back those Outer Realm Evil Demons! We can’t let them break into the Royal Palace and take the Divine Stone."

"As long as we protect the Divine Stone, the Mongolian Dynasty can survive when the world makes landfall."

"Fight, until the last drop of our blood is spilled!"

In the Royal Capital, all the Native Beastmen joined the battle. Some manned the defensive Arrays, while others rushed toward the Outer City.

This attack by the Outer Celestial Demons, coupled with the Royal Family’s proclamation, had made one thing clear to them.

The entire world was about to undergo a drastic change, and to survive, they had to rely on the Divine Stone.

In this world, the Divine Stone was the most precious strategic resource.

The Mongolian Dynasty had relied on the power of the Divine Stone to reach its current scale, building an Empire on the continent.

And now, these Outer Celestial Demons actually wanted to plunder all their wealth!

The main army advanced slowly behind them. The group of five, led by Lu Mingyuan, Yun Qinghe, Sui Yuqing, and Yang Zhaoyuan, kept a low profile, not attracting the attention of the Native Beastmen.

Compared to the Demon Race’s imposing display and the brazen plundering by the Cultivators from the various Dynasties, their goal was much clearer.

They were heading straight for the Divine Fall Blood Mountain at the center of the Royal City.

Lu Mingyuan’s understanding of the situation grew clearer.

’These Divine Stones are the products of fallen Middle-Age Divine Beings. Each mine can be considered a part of a Divine Being’s body.’

’The Divine Beings are dead, their bodies having become part of the world, scattered throughout the corners of the Dragon Peak Pocket World.’

’In these places, rich with Divine Stone resources, numerous life forms were born. As time passed, these beings formed nations and various dynastic powers.’

’This place isn’t just a field of Immortal Ruins, but also the burial ground of Divine Beings.’

For some reason, the image of the Eternal Emperor suddenly surfaced in Lu Mingyuan’s mind.

’Perhaps... he knows the truth of what happened back then.’

’What really happened, and how the Eternal Immortal Dynasty fell.’

’How many people in this Grotto Heaven died on this battlefield?’

"BOOM!"

Just then, Lu Mingyuan sensed a powerful fluctuation of energy and looked up.

From a glittering golden hall in the center of the Royal Capital, ten Blood Dragons flew out. They soared over the heads of Lu Mingyuan and his group, charging toward the Outer City.

At the center of the ten scarlet Giant Dragons was an old man in Golden Armor. His hair was pure silver, and on his head was a Bronze Crown. But he didn’t look the least bit senile; on the contrary, he was full of vigor.

He had Beastman blood but showed none of their characteristic features. His transformation was so complete that he was virtually indistinguishable from a human.

He wielded an exquisitely carved Blood Soul Spear, looking majestic and awe-inspiring. The aura fluctuating from his body was exceptionally powerful.

It surpassed that of the ten Throne Knights.

He had already reached the Martial Saint Realm!

Lu Mingyuan’s brows furrowed.

’I didn’t expect the Mongolian Dynasty to have such a powerful expert.’

Gasps of astonishment rose from the Native Cultivators on the Royal City streets. "That’s Lord Blood Dragon Martial Saint! He didn’t leave this world after all! He’s still protecting the Mongolian Dynasty."

In this Little World, the Heaven and Earth Rules were somewhat different from the Central Plains World, so their Cultivation methods naturally differed as well.

The Native Cultivators in the Grotto Heaven absorbed and refined Divine Power.

What they actually wielded was the residual power of the Middle-Age Divine Beings. Their own strength was determined by how much of the Divine Beings’ power they could absorb from the various Divine Altars.

The stronger and more stable the power of the Divine Beings they controlled, the stronger they became.

Otherwise, their minds would be destroyed by the will of the Divine Beings.

For the Blood Dragon Martial Saint, this was specifically manifested in the number of Blood Dragon phantasms he could create through his Cultivation—the more dragons, the greater his power.

In Lu Mingyuan’s eyes, this Blood Dragon Martial Saint was nothing but a walking tonic. Though he didn’t want to think of him that way, the Blood Qi radiating from the man was simply too tempting.

’Who knows how many Divine Fallen Blood Stones he’s absorbed. A full ten Blood Dragons... The power they unleash is astonishing.’

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint appeared before Lu Mingyuan and the others. He had clearly noticed someone stealthily approaching the depths of the Royal Palace. He held his Blood Soul Spear, his eyes locked onto Lu Mingyuan, and said sternly:

"You Outer Realm Evil Demons may look inconspicuous, but your strength is not to be underestimated. Each of you has a powerful aura. Trying to approach the Royal Palace like this... are you after the Divine Stone as well?"

"A Martial Saint indeed. You have sharp eyes," Lu Mingyuan said with a smile.

’I had wanted to keep a low profile, watch the Demon Race and the Native Cultivators fight, and then swoop in to reap the rewards,’ he thought. ’I never expected the Mongolian Dynasty to have such an expert.’

The Blood Dragon Martial Saint snorted coldly. "You also have traces of a Divine Spirit’s Blood Qi on you. That means you’ve absorbed the power of a Divine Stone before. You’re not from this world, yet you’ve absorbed a Divine Stone, which means you came here for them. With my level of Cultivation, it’s not difficult to see through your ploy."

A strange look flashed in Lu Mingyuan’s eyes.

’I can’t believe he saw through me—that I absorbed a Divine Stone to reach the Twelfth Realm Great Perfection.’

Then, he noticed that the Blood Dragon Martial Saint was carrying a golden bag on his back.

The bag’s material was quite peculiar. It looked as if it were woven from golden silk, yet it also seemed to be covered in a layer of liquid gold that was slowly flowing.

’It’s giving off faint spatial fluctuations. It must be filled with good things.’

Lu Mingyuan was certain that the golden bag was undoubtedly a Treasure.

For the Blood Dragon Martial Saint to appear here carrying something on his back was highly suspicious.