The three True Monarchs stared at the crumpled form of the Earth Splitting True Monarch, then back at Lin Fei, their eyes now alight with a cold, terrifying rage. The initial shock had given way to an absolute resolve to obliterate this anomaly. This was no longer just about suppressing a rogue cultivator; it was about protecting the very order of the world, and their own pride.
Patriarch Tianlong, his spiritual energy surging violently, manifested a colossal azure sword, hundreds of feet long, that hummed with world-shattering power. "You have sealed your own fate, demon! You will not survive this!" With a roar that ripped through the air, he brought the sword down, not just at Lin Fei, but at the entire valley. The swing was designed to cleave Qingzhu Valley in two, erasing Lin Fei and everything he held dear.
The Soaring Crane True Monarch, her gentle demeanor completely gone, raised her hands. Space itself began to fracture around Lin Fei, shimmering and distorting, threatening to tear him limb from limb. She was isolating him, preparing to cast him into the void or crush him with compressed reality. Her divine sense swept the battlefield, ensuring no one could interfere.
The Earth Splitting True Monarch, despite his broken arm, manifested an earthen prison, a colossal dome of mountain-hard rock that began to rise from the ground, aiming to encapsulate Lin Fei, trapping him within the converging attacks.
THE DRAGON'S STRATEGEM
Lin Fei's white eyes narrowed. These were True Monarchs, beings who could indeed destroy mountains with a flick of their wrist, separate space with a thought, and obliterate an entire region. He could absorb a lot, but this level of raw destruction, particularly aimed at his family and his newly established domain, was unacceptable. The Abyssal Dragon Sovereign Body was invincible, but his clan was not.
He would not fight here.
With a mental command, the Feedback from his lineage surged, bolstering his spiritual Golden Core to its absolute limit. He pushed every ounce of energy into his physical body, the Abyssal Dragon Sovereign Body, activating a rarely used, terrifying ability.
"You wish to fight? Then fight in a place worthy of our battle!" Lin Fei bellowed, his voice echoing with ancient draconic power. With a sweep of his hand, he tore at the fabric of space itself, revealing a shimmering, chaotic rift. This was not a simple spatial tear; it was a localized mini-dimension, a desolate, barren pocket world he had encountered and mentally imprinted during one of his Dao Dragon lineage flashbacks.
Before the True Monarchs could react, Lin Fei grabbed the Earth Splitting True Monarch by his unbroken arm, a move of audacious speed. With a grunt, he flung the massive body through the spatial rift, following close behind. Patriarch Tianlong and the Soaring Crane True Monarch, their attacks suddenly losing their target, hesitated for a split second, then grimly followed, tearing their way into the same unstable pocket dimension.
The spatial rift snapped shut behind them, sealing the battle and saving Qingzhu Valley from utter annihilation.
THE DESOLATE BATTLEFIELD AND THE DRAGON'S WIT
Within the pocket dimension, a barren wasteland of jagged rocks and perpetual twilight, the True Monarchs attacked with renewed fury. Here, without fear of collateral damage, they unleashed their full power. Mountains of earth shattered into dust, the sky above them was torn open again and again by spatial attacks, and the very ground liquefied and re-solidified under the onslaught.
Lin Fei, his Abyssal Dragon Sovereign Body absorbing the impacts, fought with a savage intelligence. He was not just a brute; he had cultivated for centuries in past lives, honing his combat instincts and battle IQ. He understood the fundamental difference between his physical Nascent Soul strength and his spiritual Golden Core. He could not match their spiritual attacks directly, but he could outmaneuver them, tank their blows, and exploit their weaknesses.
He kept the Earth Splitting True Monarch, now enraged, as a shield, using his bulk to deflect some of Patriarch Tianlong's devastating sword Qi. He allowed the Soaring Crane True Monarch's spatial distortions to occasionally pull the other two off balance, sowing discord. He moved like a phantom, utilizing his draconic speed and the unpredictable nature of his body. He was a whirlwind of obsidian scales and white eyes, parrying, dodging, absorbing, waiting for his opportunity.
THE ULTIMATE DIVINE ABILITIES AND THE WHITE SCALES
The battle raged for what felt like an eternity. Lin Fei's scales, already obsidian-black, began to glimmer intensely under the repeated assaults of the True Monarchs' ultimate divine abilities. The demonic essence in his Abyssal Dragon Sovereign Body craved to absorb their power.
Finally, Patriarch Tianlong, fueled by desperation, unleashed his sect's most powerful technique: the Azure Sky Cleaver, a singular sword strike that condensed all his spiritual energy into a blade capable of severing connections to the Dao itself. Simultaneously, the Soaring Crane True Monarch wove her most intricate spatial seal, the Heavenly Cage of Fractured Reality, intending to imprison Lin Fei in a prison of broken dimensions. And the Earth Splitting True Monarch, using his life force, slammed down his Mountain God's Stomp, a concussive force meant to crush Lin Fei utterly.
Lin Fei stood firm, his white eyes blazing. He recognized these as their most potent, their most draining moves. This was his chance. He activated the Feedback from his lineage to its maximum, his Abyssal Dragon Soul Core spinning wildly. With a guttural roar, he spread his arms wide, a profound and terrifying willingness to absorb everything.
The three ultimate divine abilities slammed into him at once. For a moment, the pocket dimension itself seemed to fracture and collapse.
Then, a blinding flash of pure, ethereal light erupted from Lin Fei. The obsidian scales of his Abyssal Dragon Sovereign Body, having absorbed the demonic, the celestial, and the earthy essences of the three True Monarchs' ultimate attacks, underwent a final, profound transformation. The black receded, replaced by a pristine, dazzling white, reflecting the true, ancient purity of a Dao Dragon at its zenith. His scales, now perfect white, shone with a subtle, pearlescent glow, radiating both power and an unsettling, cold majesty.
He had absorbed and refined their ultimate divine abilities, integrating them into his very being. With a flick of his wrist, he manifested a shimmering, miniature Azure Sky Cleaver, then a tiny, complex Heavenly Cage, and finally, a phantom Mountain God's Stomp. These were not just copied; they were his now, refined by his Dao Dragon essence.
The three True Monarchs collapsed, their spiritual energy utterly depleted, their ultimate moves not only failing but being turned against them, feeding their enemy. They lay prone, wounded, staring up at the being before them with wide, vacant eyes, their power shattered, their will broken.
THE IMPERIAL THRONG
Just as Lin Fei stepped forward to administer the final, decisive blow, the pocket dimension began to tremble violently. More spatial rifts ripped open, but these were different. They were portals, through which a truly terrifying sight began to emerge.
Elder Li's cry had been heard. Patriarch Tianlong's departure had been noted. The immense Heavenly Fury and the subsequent battle in the pocket dimension had sent shockwaves across the entire cultivation realm.
From the portals stepped an Imperial Throng of True Monarchs. Not three, but dozens. Ancient figures from sects spanning thousands of miles, powerful rogue cultivators who had sensed the tremor, and even a few Demonic True Monarchs drawn by the sheer audacity of the event. They were Mid to Peak Nascent Soul cultivators, each radiating an aura of ancient power, drawn by the scent of a unique opportunity – the chance to witness, and perhaps even claim, the secrets of a being with a Nascent Soul Peak physical body and a perfect white Abyssal Dragon Sovereign Body.
A cold, calculating glint entered Lin Fei's white eyes. He had defeated three. But this... this was a new level of challenge. He had sought to prove his strength, and the cultivation world had responded with its full might.
This was the true test. And Lin Fei, the newly formed Abyssal Dragon Sovereign, was ready for it. The roar that escaped him this time was not of pain or defiance, but of primal, predatory hunger.