Chapter 115: Wind and Clouds Gather

Inside the pavilion, Wu Huang's expression was grim. Powerful Genesis Qi surged from his body like a raging tide, causing the entire structure to tremble. Yet, the purple-clad young woman before him seemed oblivious to his sharp gaze and the oppressive Genesis Qi. She gazed at the chessboard, now reduced to dust, and with a touch of melancholy, set down the piece in her hand.

"Wu Huang, this is my advice to you," the purple-clad girl said faintly. "Do not underestimate that person. Never forget that our destiny originated from him. In a sense, he created us. Since we've gained the upper hand, it's best to remain vigilant, unless you want it all to be taken back in the end."

Flames seemed to burn in Wu Huang's eyes. "Are you talking about that useless dragon? Is he even worthy?" he scoffed. "Besides, I've told you more than once: don't think we stole his destiny. We merely reclaimed what was rightfully ours! He is the thief! A thief created by heaven's mistake!"

The purple-clad girl, Wu Yao, calmly swept her phoenix-like gaze over him. "It was this 'useless dragon' you speak of who quelled the Rebellion of King Qi a month ago. Even after you secretly dispatched six Alpha Origin experts to aid, you still lost in the end," she stated. "And that so-called 'useless dragon' personally slew Wang Chaotian, an Alpha Origin expert, on the battlefield."

Wu Huang smirked coldly. "According to my intelligence, that useless dragon is currently only at the Qi Cultivation stage. His ability to kill Wang Chaotian was merely due to an external item, like a silver armor. You and I both know well that such external power inevitably has side effects and cannot be used casually. So, that useless dragon must have been desperate to resort to such a method." He continued, "And now, no one even knows if that fellow survived the side effects. As for slaying Wang Chaotian..." Wu Huang's lips curled in disdain, "Such a feat, relying on an external object, hardly impresses me."

The purple-clad girl's delicate brows furrowed slightly. "Wu Huang," she said, "one day, you will be defeated by your arrogance and conceit."

Wu Huang calmly replied, "Because I am worthy."

The purple-clad girl shook her head gently, feeling apathetic. She had already given her warning; if Wu Huang insisted on this path, she saw no point in saying more.

Seeing her demeanor, Wu Huang's expression softened slightly. He said softly, "Don't worry. Once I secure the great fortune from the Sacred Vestige Land, I will find a way to completely eliminate the Great Zhou, preventing any future troubles."

Wu Yao offered no comment, simply waving her hand. "Go prepare," she said. "I will also depart after tomorrow. When we meet again, who knows?"

Wu Huang gazed at her, a fervent emotion stirring in the depths of his eyes. "Wu Yao," he declared, "I will make you realize that I am the true dragon. In this world, only you and I are truly compatible."

With his words spoken, he decisively turned, flicked his sleeve, and departed.

Wu Yao watched his retreating figure with her phoenix-like eyes, though there was little ripple of emotion within them. Finally, she turned her head, looking towards a distant direction. "The Sacred Dragon of the Zhou clan..."

"Although I borrowed your destiny, this world is fundamentally about the strong preying on the weak. If you become useless now, then so be it. But if you truly manage to rise again..." Wu Yao's pink tongue lightly flicked out, licking her moist red lips. An eerie gleam appeared in her phoenix eyes. "Then I... will devour you once more!"

The next day, at the Great Wu Royal Palace, before the main hall, numerous ministers and generals gazed skyward. From a towering pavilion, a formidable red Genesis Qi shot into the heavens. The Qi was like a blazing sun, emitting intensely hot fluctuations that even warped the air. "Farewell, Crown Prince!" "May the Crown Prince return victorious!" Many voices rose from below.

The red Genesis Qi soared away like a cloud of fire. Upon it stood a slender figure with hands behind his back, exuding an air of arrogance. He paid no attention to the many farewell-wishers, instead casting his gaze towards a specific palace deep within the royal grounds. "Wu Yao, I will prove to you who the true dragon is."

A moment later, he withdrew his gaze and, without hesitation, stepped on the red Genesis Qi, vanishing into the horizon amidst the watchful eyes of the multitude.

In the Sword Dynasty, at the foot of a solitary peak resembling a sword blade, a figure emerged step by step from the mountain. As he drew closer, he was revealed to be a young man in a gray robe, his eyes bound by a black cloth. On his back, he carried a black sword that looked ancient and dull, as if unsharpened. Yet, a formidable sword aura subtly emanated from it, causing stones on the ground to quietly crack with mirror-smooth fractures wherever he stepped.

He lifted his head, his black-bound eyes seemingly gazing into the distance. "Sacred Vestige Land..." he murmured, his voice exceptionally hoarse. "I need true opponents to hone my sword. Ning family's martial arts fanatic, and Wu Huang of the Great Wu Dynasty, they should be good opponents, right?" The black sword on his back vibrated slightly, as if eager to contend with the top cultivators of his generation.

In the Myriad Beast Dynasty, deafening beast roars echoed through the city. Then, everyone in the city witnessed a colossal winged beast flapping its mighty wings and ascending into the sky. Upon the winged beast, a young girl knelt, her long green hair flowing freely. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, giving her a mischievous appearance. On her delicate shoulder, a small ice-blue bird hopped, chirping, its eyes seemingly holding boundless coldness.

"Hehe, Xiao Han, we can finally go out and play!" The girl stroked the bird, her small face alight with excitement. "I hear the Sacred Vestige Land will be so much fun this time, with many powerful people. Hehe, no one of our generation in the Myriad Beast Dynasty can beat us, so I hope those fellows won't be too boring." "Let's go!" the girl cheered. The winged beast let out a low roar, its wings beating, rapidly increasing speed, and soaring away on the wind.

In a martial arts academy, a burst of wild Genesis Qi swept through, instantly sending more than a dozen figures flying clumsily backward, creating a chaotic scene of overthrown people. "Haha, you're all too weak!" "Boring, so boring. Tell my father I'm going to the Sacred Vestige Land. Staying here is pointless!" In the midst of the chaos, only one figure stood firm in the center. He was burly, like an iron tower, and his gaze swept around, filled with an intense craving for battle. He resembled a fierce ape.

He grinned and laughed heartily at everyone, then, without hesitation, stomped his foot and shot into the sky, disappearing after a few leaps. Watching his departing figure, everyone in the martial arts academy breathed a sigh of relief, then erupted in cheers. "That monster has finally left..." "We don't have to suffer his torment anymore." "Those heading to the Sacred Vestige Land are probably in for trouble. If that madman latches onto them, they'll be finished..."

To the north of the Vast Continent, at the Zuoqiu clan. "Miss, it's time. The family head asked me to inform you that you may depart," a maid's cautious voice sounded from outside a fragrant chamber. Inside, on a soft bed, a fair, delicate body was wrapped in a thin blanket, which nonetheless accentuated her alluring curves.

Hearing the voice, the figure in the bed sat up. The blanket slipped away, revealing a body as fair as jade. Long hair cascaded down her front, modestly concealing her breathtakingly full figure. "Come in," she said, lifting her small face, which was strikingly charming, like a little enchantress, stirring one's heart.

A maid carefully pushed the door open and entered. Upon seeing the seductive figure on the bed, even as a woman, she couldn't help but let her gaze linger on the overwhelmingly powerful physique. The maid brought clothes and helped her dress. A black gown enveloped her, further emphasizing her graceful and well-proportioned figure, slender yet full. Her curves alone were enough to captivate all eyes.

"Hehe, thanks, Xiao Bi. Tell my father that this time, when I leave, I'll definitely bring him back an excellent son-in-law!" The little enchantress giggled and gave the maid's cheek a playful kiss. "Miss, the family head said you absolutely must obtain the great fortune!" the maid reminded her helplessly. "What fortune could be better or less troublesome than finding a good husband?" the little enchantress blinked and chuckled.

"Alright, let's go!" But she didn't tease much longer. She waved her hand, and her lithe body moved, her figure appearing and disappearing intermittently, vanishing into the distance within a few breaths. The maid watched her ghostly footwork, unable to suppress a sigh of admiration. "Miss's movement technique is truly among the best of her generation on the Vast Continent."

This was a grim burial ground, with piles of white bones in the mountains and an air of death permeating the entire world. *Crack.* Suddenly, a sound came from the mountains, and a line of figures emerged. Their steps were stiff, their bodies pale and bluish, and their eyes vacant. Upon closer inspection, one would find no trace of life within them. They were like living dead.

They carried a large sedan chair on their shoulders. The chair itself was a stark white, but adorned with blood-soaked, ghostly mask patterns that emanated an eerie, sinister aura. A chilling wind howled, lifting the white curtain. Beneath the curtain, a young, pale, bloodless face appeared. His eyes were dull and grayish, and an aura of death seemed to cling to his entire being, sending shivers down one's spine. A hundred specters carried the sedan chair. As the white sedan receded into the distance, a cold voice seemed to echo from afar. "When the King of Hell travels, living beings beware..."

At this same time, across the entire Vast Continent, numerous renowned young geniuses emerged from various regions. Their destination was the same: the "Sacred Vestige Land" at the heart of the continent. Consequently, countless eyes across the Vast Continent converged there. Everyone wondered how spectacular it would be when these proud young talents clashed. Regardless, the Sacred Vestige Land had become the focal point of the entire continent. Where the winds and clouds gather, a hidden dragon emerges.