Dongyun Mountain, the former site of the Wu Xiang Sword Sect, had now become a branch of the Qingyuan Sect. There were still many disciples stationed here, most of whom were once disciples of the Wu Xiang Sword Sect and remained in this place.
The Sect Leader personally welcomed them back to the sect, but after returning, they always felt awkward, as if there was a barrier between them. So they simply stayed to guard the far west of Dongyun Mountain, echoing the Qingyuan Mountain in the east.
With continuous heavy snowfall, the disciples of the sword sect were treading through the snow, practicing their swordplay and Qi Refining.
The battlefield of the Transcend Mortality realm of the San Sheng Sect had vanished, and these Transcend Mortality disciples temporarily regained their former tranquility. Without elders to watch over them, they were somewhat unrestrained. Some were even found drunkenly sleeping in the snow.
Just then, a long chant arose, and looking up, they saw a golden dragon and a dark jade Dragon Turtle cutting through the clouds and waves high in the sky, undulating up and down through the sea of clouds, heading straight for Yunmeng Marsh.
The drunken disciples were stunned.
The news of the Dragon Turtle’s Tribulation Crossing had spread throughout the world in recent months, but no matter how exciting the rumors were, they couldn’t compare to the shock they felt when they witnessed the heavenly tribulation in the Transcend Mortality battlefield with their own eyes.
The entire sky turned into two distinct types of tribulation clouds, and the aura of destruction made everyone prostrate on the ground in extreme fear.
Even after several months, they would still wake up from their dreams in fright.
Watching the Dragon Turtle crossing the sky, the disciples below couldn’t bring themselves to call out “Senior Uncle,” no matter how hard they tried. The Dragon Turtle seemed to be from a different world to them.
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The dragon and the turtle made no attempt to conceal their forms as they crossed Dongyun Mountain and entered Yunmeng Marsh.
Crossing Dongyun Mountain, the abundant moisture in the air was refreshing, and the whole world felt invigorating. Yunmeng Marsh was vast and endless, with high mountains and large islands within its waters, each island maintaining a primitive appearance.
At this moment, numerous Divine Beasts were gathering, with their roars echoing continuously.
In the western volcanoes, the Flame Crow spread its wings and soared, its cry piercing the sky. In the waters of the marsh, a golden toad slapped the waves, sinking and floating. On the islands, the Boar God lay sprawled, the Flying Tiger roared, and a giant python coiled around a peak, hissing and circling.
A Flood Dragon burst out of the water and shot into the clouds, breaking through the sky before diving back into the marsh. A fox sat alone on the mountain peak, howling at the moon, with several tails spread out behind it like a screen, its moon-white fur shimmering with a fluorescent glow, a sight of incomparable beauty.
Peacocks soared, giant turtles dived, creatures roared, fought, dueled, and flirted…
For a moment, it was as if one had entered the world of the “Classic of Mountains and Seas.” The wild aura was overwhelming.
In the distance, beneath the waters of the marsh, with a splash, a huge green and white-bellied Flood Dragon emerged from the water, its long chant resonating as it brought six young Flood Dragons straight towards Su He.
“Father is here!” Meng Xuan exclaimed joyfully.
This was the Dragon King of Yunmeng Marsh.
Su He hurriedly let out a long chant in greeting.
The Flood Dragon broke through the clouds and descended into the clouds, transforming into a middle-aged man resembling a general, his armor shining brightly. He strode towards Su He with a hearty laugh.
“The esteemed guest of the Dragon Turtle clan graces our doorstep, bringing glory to Yunmeng Marsh!”
As the Dragon King of Yunmeng, his status was equivalent to the leaders of the ten great immortal sects. He personally brought his younger kin to welcome Su He. It wasn’t Su He of the Dragon Turtle clan that he was welcoming, but the entire Dragon Turtle clan.
Su He was attending the Dragon God Festival as a representative of the Dragon Turtle clan, and it was only fitting for the Dragon King to personally receive him. If it were a private visit or a leisurely trip, Meng Xuan’s hospitality would suffice.
Welcoming a Divine Beast was more fitting for another Divine Beast.
Facing the Four Symbols, whether it was the Yunmeng Dragon King or the ten great immortal sects, there was a sense of being neither here nor there. If it were ancient beings like Gu Luo or Qing Lei coming, the Dragon King would indeed not be qualified enough, and it would require Ji Fei Xue to personally step forward.
But with Su He, a youngling like this, his status was somewhat detached. It was quite uncomfortable. It was better to welcome ordinary Divine Beasts, not too many, not too few, just right.
“Dragon Turtle He, pays respects to the Yunmeng Dragon King,” Su He nodded in greeting.
The Dragon King laughed heartily: “I witnessed the young friend’s Tribulation Crossing here a few months ago, and seeing you today, you truly are imposing! The Dragon Turtle clan indeed has a promising future.” He made a gesture of invitation, ready to lead Su He back to Yunmeng Marsh.
At that moment, the space outside Yunmeng Marsh tore open, and a flaming red phoenix was kicked out of a spatial gate by a huge claw.
“Go attend the Dragon God Festival obediently!” A crisp chirp came from behind the spatial gate as the huge claw retracted, and with a zipping sound like a lock being fastened, the spatial gate closed.
The red phoenix shook its body awkwardly, flapped its wings, and its feathers spread out like a peacock’s tail. Flames surged around it, and it looked like a cocky rooster as it surveyed Yunmeng Marsh from above.
Its gaze fell on Su He, and suddenly brightened.
The golden dragon Meng Xuan disdainfully flicked its whiskers and said to Su He, “This is Phoenix Number Nine! A dead tsundere, but a good bird nonetheless!”
Su He immediately understood; it was that phoenix! Feng Niu! Not even thirty thousand years old, from the same era as Bai Ling.
The Phoenix clan was also attending the Dragon God Festival?
Su He looked towards the little golden dragon, who replied telepathically, “When the Four Symbols’ Dragon clan holds a grand festival, and the Dragon Turtle clan has clearly agreed to participate, the other two clans certainly won’t be absent. The Kylin clan’s Mu Wei has already arrived, and who knows where he’s run off to now.”
The younglings of the Four Symbols’ clans were all gathering here? This Dragon God Festival was bound to be spectacular!
Phoenix Number Nine flapped its wings, emitting a phoenix cry, and greeted the Yunmeng Dragon King with a wing salute, a gesture unique to the Phoenix clan: “Phoenix clan’s Feng Niu, pays respects to the Yunmeng Dragon King.”
The etiquette was proper, and the demeanor was humbly proud.
The Yunmeng Dragon King returned the salute with a hearty laugh, not mentioning a word about Feng Niu being kicked out. Well, as a host, one must take care of the guest’s face.
Especially this Fire Phoenix, who cared a lot about appearances!
After the Fire Phoenix finished its salute, it turned to Su He, and the corners of its beak-mouth curled up, “Yo! Another little Dragon Turtle!”
In recent days, the two biggest pieces of news in the myriad realms were related to this Dragon Turtle. It had just successfully crossed its tribulation and made a splash, and then because of it, the Dragon Turtle clan had uprooted the Teng Snake’s lair.
Another restless one, just like Bai Ling.
Su He blinked, sensing some emotion in that tone!
This was a little grudge against the Dragon Turtles! The Divine Beasts from Bai Ling’s era must have all been beaten by her, and this little tone clearly indicated a heavy defeat.
Su He put on an honest face and asked, “Do you know my clan sister?”
Feng Niu let out a startled chirp, unable to maintain its tsundere expression any longer, its phoenix face instantly becoming a spectacle, and the flames on its body trembled.
Meng Xuan slapped its tail, letting out a long laugh, unable to maintain its floating posture, and plummeted from the clouds, plopping into the marsh. It then burst out laughing and surged back up.With a glance from Feng Yi, Meng Xuan remained utterly indifferent, her body swaying as the dragon’s mane danced in the air: “What are you looking at?”
Afraid I’ll spill the beans about your embarrassing incident? That dumb dragon of her family, though foolish, at least had some self-awareness. After being thrashed by Bai Ling twice, it learned to take a detour.
But this Fire Phoenix, oblivious to danger, knew full well that Bai Ling had reached the Seventh Heavenly Layer and even its own elders couldn’t defeat him, yet it stubbornly challenged him to a duel year after year.
Defeated time and again, it fought on after each defeat.
Eventually, Bai Ling grew tired of it and tossed it into the Lustrous Fire Mountain to mine, sentencing it to two thousand years of labor. This fellow, honest to a fault, burrowed into the Lustrous Fire Mountain and diligently mined for two thousand years. It was only when its ancient ancestor pulled it out that it learned Bai Ling had been dead for nineteen hundred years.
The whole bird was a mess.