Chapter 8: A Pond of Goldfish? Those Are True Dragons! The Entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Kneels!
As the voice faded—
From the depths of the Primordial Immortal Court, a path of golden light suddenly spread outward, extending all the way to Zhu Zhuqing's feet.
Although the figure of the Immortal Lord had yet to appear, the overwhelming presence, which treated all living beings like ants, instantly made everyone across the Douluo Continent feel suffocated.
Dai Mubai's curses stopped abruptly.
His mouth hung open as he stared at the golden road, watching the figure of Zhu Zhuqing slowly step onto the clouds and move farther and farther away from him.
For the first time in his life, an immense sense of insignificance and helplessness surged through his heart.
He finally realized that what separated him from that mysterious Immortal Lord was not merely another world.
It was the gap between heaven and earth.
The golden road stretched across the void.
Zhu Zhuqing stepped barefoot upon the golden light. With every step she took, ripples of the Great Dao spread beneath her feet.
She felt as if she were ascending.
The surrounding spiritual energy had reached an unimaginable density. With every breath she took, thunder seemed to rumble within her lungs as the pure energy continuously washed over her body.
Rank 43... Rank 44... Rank 45...
Simply walking along this road caused her soul power to increase slowly and uncontrollably!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Sky Screen, the viewers on the Douluo Continent were terrified by the sights beneath the golden road.
Below it was an endless sea of clouds.
Within that sea of clouds, massive figures occasionally revealed themselves.
A gigantic kun, stretching for ten thousand li, rolled through the clouds, and the splashes of water turned into countless stars.
A crimson divine bird engulfed in sacred flames circled high in the nine heavens, and, with a single cry, it shattered several barren meteors.
"Is that the legendary phoenix?!"
Ma Hongjun trembled as he stared at the divine bird.
His proud Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul was now trembling within his body, as if it had encountered the ancestral origin of its bloodline. It was so frightened that it didn't even dare release a single flame.
"So… that's what creatures from a higher-dimensional world look like."
Zhao Wuji clenched his fists only to realize his palms were drenched in sweat.
But the most terrifying scene was yet to come.
When Zhu Zhuqing reached the end of the golden road and was about to step into the outer region of the Primordial Divine Palace—
She passed by a massive lotus pond.
The water was emerald green and shrouded in immortal mist.
Several golden koi were swimming playfully among the lotus leaves.
"What beautiful fish…"
Zhu Zhuqing glanced at them subconsciously.
At that moment, one of the golden koi seemed to sense the presence of a stranger and suddenly leapt out of the water!
"Roar!!"
A dragon's roar erupted.
Not just any dragon's roar, it was the purest primordial dragon roar!
The roar shook heaven and earth. The palm-sized goldfish expanded rapidly in midair, transforming into the phantom of a golden dragon over a thousand zhang long!
Its scales shone like molten gold, and each scale was engraved with complex Dao patterns.
It gazed coldly at Zhu Zhuqing, as if examining a mere ant.
The terrifying dragon's might traveled through the Sky Screen and descended instantly upon the Douluo Continent!
"Boom!"
Heaven Dou Empire, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Headquarters.
Within the main hall, Sect Leader Yu Yuanzhen and thousands of direct descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect were discussing matters.
At that exact moment, their martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the number one beast martial soul in the world, automatically manifested without control!
Then—
"Crack! Crack!"
The sound of kneecaps shattering echoed.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, from Sect Leader Yu Yuanzhen all the way to six-year-old children who had just awakened their martial souls—
The entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, thousands of people from top to bottom, fell to their knees simultaneously the instant the dragon roar sounded!
Even Yu Yuanzhen, a Rank 95 Super Douluo, was pale-faced and drenched in cold sweat. His body was pressed tightly to the ground, completely unable to raise his head!
This was suppression from deep within the bloodline.
It was the absolute domination of a true dragon over lizards!
"A… a true dragon?!"
Yu Yuanzhen's voice trembled as tears and mucus streamed down his face.
"What a joke I've been! The dragon transformation our sect prides itself on is nothing more than a mud loach in front of that fish!"
"That's a true dragon! A genuine divine beast!"
"And in that Immortal Court, such a true dragon is actually raised in a pond as an ornamental fish?!"
Shrek Academy.
Yu Xiaogang stood there completely stunned.
The sect he was proud of, the place he had always dreamed of returning to to prove himself, had just been forced to kneel by a decorative fish from that Immortal Court.
"No… this can't be real."
Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself like a madman, his sanity teetering on the edge of collapse.
Meanwhile, on the golden road—
The phantom of the five-clawed golden dragon appeared only for an instant before shrinking back into a palm-sized goldfish, plopping back into the water and blowing a bubble before continuing to swim happily.
Zhu Zhuqing's face turned pale. She held onto the railing to stop herself from collapsing to her knees.
"Stop staring. That's a juvenile Primordial Heavenly Dragon. The Immortal Lord caught it from a dragon's nest a few years ago and keeps it here for amusement."
"If you keep looking, be careful—it might eat you."
A voice transmission sounded beside her ear.
Zhu Zhuqing immediately lowered her gaze and dared not look around anymore.
Even the ornamental fish were Primordial Heavenly Dragons…
Just what kind of existence was that, Immortal Lord?
…
After passing the lotus pond, Zhu Zhuqing finally arrived at a side hall of the Primordial Divine Palace: the Sword Pavilion.
This would be the place where she would work in the future.
"Your task now is to clean this sword."
The legendary Immortal Lord still did not appear.
Only a faint, distant voice echoed from deep within the divine palace, carrying a lazy and casual tone.
Immediately afterward—
"Clang!"
A streak of light shot out from deep within the palace and embedded itself in the sword platform before Zhu Zhuqing.
What kind of sword was it?
The blade was pitch-black, as if forged from ancient black gold. There were no ornate patterns, only a faint but terrifying cold gleam along the edge.
Around the sword's hilt was casually wrapped a piece of tattered cloth.
Although Jiang Chen had suppressed all its power, the moment the sword appeared, the entire image on the Sky Screen began to distort and warp.
It was as though the sword's mere existence was a violation of the laws of space and time!
Even through the screen, every soul master on the Douluo Continent with a weapon martial soul suddenly felt their martial soul grow scorching hot, as if it were about to melt!
"Su… such terrifying sword intent!"
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin did not kneel this time, but he had already lost himself completely.
He stared at the sword with blood tears streaming down his eyes, unwilling to blink.
"What kind of sword is that?!"
"If my Seven Kill Sword touched it even once, it would probably shatter instantly!"
But the one most shaken by this was none other than Tang San.
As the possessor of twin martial souls, his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, had always been his ultimate trump card.
It was known as the number one tool martial soul in the world, the symbol of overwhelming strength and dominance.
Yet as he watched the black sword resting on the platform in the Sky Screen, Tang San subconsciously summoned the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand.
However, the once heavy and imposing hammer now looked crude and laughable in comparison to that black sword.
It was like placing a rusty scrap of iron beside a masterpiece of art.
"So this is the weapon of that world…?"
At that moment, Tang San's hands trembled.
His proud Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique and the forging techniques of the Tang Sect, which he was so proud of, felt like children playing house compared to that sword.
On the screen, Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath and walked toward the sword platform.
"Wash the sword."
End of Chapter