Chapter 1848: Dinglong Zhenjun's Immortal Cave Residence

The Golden Dragon Sea, located in the western part of the Thousand Gourd Realm, is a vast territory encompassing tens of thousands of islands of various sizes. Over ten thousand years ago, True Monarch Dinglong, who originated from this region, achieved the Soul Transformation stage as a half-demon. His formidable powers made him virtually unparalleled among both human and demon races. Consequently, the Golden Dragon Sea was renamed the Dinglong Sea and has been known by that name ever since.

A streak of black light swiftly streaked across the sky, with a silver light closely pursuing it. From time to time, a tremendous roar of thunder echoed.

"He's quite fast, almost as quick as Huang Fugui."

A cold male voice suddenly rang out. A deafening roar came from high above, and a silver lightning bolt illuminated the void as Wang Mengbin appeared. A pair of silver, shimmering feathered wings were on his back, his entire body enveloped in lightning — these were the Spirit Treasure Thunder Roc Wings.

With this treasure in hand, few Nascent Soul cultivators could match Wang Mengbin's escape speed.

Wang Mengbin and four others had attacked a sect called the Flying Dragon Sect. The black-robed elder was Reverend Flying Dragon, the sect leader. This individual was skilled in escape techniques, though his speed was slightly inferior to Huang Fugui's. If not for the Thunder Roc Wings, Wang Mengbin would have almost lost him.

His expression turned cold as he performed a hand seal. A deafening thunderclap erupted from his body, and countless silver electrical arcs surged forth.

A massive thundercloud appeared high in the sky without warning, filled with lightning flashes and roaring thunder, as electric snakes danced wildly.

The thundercloud churned violently like a surging tide, and thousands of dense silver lightning bolts streaked across the sky, striking towards the black light.

The instant the silver lightning appeared, the world seemed to change color.

A scream of extreme agony pierced the air. A somewhat disheveled figure suddenly plummeted from high above, landing on a desolate island.

The black light was revealed to be a black-robed elder over seventy years old. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, with gaunt cheeks. His magical robe was tattered, and a burnt smell emanated from him. Judging by his spiritual energy fluctuations, he was clearly a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

A tremendous roar of thunder echoed from high in the sky, and the thundercloud churned violently. Wang Mengbin appeared, enveloped by countless silver electrical arcs, like a sovereign overseeing all beings.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Spare my life! I am willing to offer all the treasures of the Flying Dragon Sect."

Reverend Flying Dragon hastily begged for mercy. The Flying Dragon Sect excelled at controlling insects and beasts, making them highly valued by the demon race.

"Hmph, your Flying Dragon Sect's main altar has already been captured. You want to offer them? Can't I just take them myself?"

Wang Mengbin's tone was icy, sending shivers down one's spine.

"I know a secret location, possibly True Monarch Dinglong's meditative grotto, and I'm willing to offer it to you, Fellow Daoist."

Reverend Flying Dragon pleaded desperately. He couldn't escape, nor could he win a fight, so he could only beg for mercy.

"True Monarch Dinglong? Is he very famous?"

Wang Mengbin asked with a frown. He didn't know much about the Thousand Gourd Realm, mainly because the demon race had destroyed many of its ancient texts.

They had acquired many treasures, but very few cultivation techniques or secret manuals.

"True Monarch Dinglong was a Soul Transformation cultivator active over ten thousand years ago. He was a half-demon with immense divine powers, and this very sea region was renamed after him. That place is guarded by a high-grade fourth-tier demonic beast. Several Nascent Soul cultivators combined couldn't defeat it. With your senior's divine abilities, you should be able to eliminate this demon. True Monarch Dinglong's meditative grotto must contain many treasures."

Reverend Flying Dragon spoke cautiously, his expression tense.

Wang Mengbin was somewhat tempted. A Soul Transformation cultivator's meditative grotto would certainly contain many treasures, perhaps even spiritual artifacts that could aid in breaking through to the Soul Transformation stage.

He mused for a moment, then flicked his sleeve. Two silver-glowing rings flew out, heading straight for Reverend Flying Dragon.

Reverend Flying Dragon was startled and was about to dodge when Wang Mengbin's cold voice suddenly rang out: "If I wanted to kill you, could you stop me? Be honest, and I might spare your life."

Reverend Flying Dragon hesitated briefly, then offered no resistance. The two silver rings slipped onto his wrists, and to his horror, he found himself unable to access his spiritual power.

Wang Mengbin descended from the sky, landing in front of Reverend Flying Dragon.

"Cooperate obediently and let me search your soul. If you dare to deceive me, your death will be most unpleasant."

Wang Mengbin's tone was icy. His body blazed with silver light, from which countless silver electrical arcs surged forth.

Reverend Flying Dragon shivered and nodded honestly.

Wang Mengbin placed his palm on Reverend Flying Dragon's head, and a dazzling silver light emanated from his palm.

After a moment, Wang Mengbin withdrew his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Reverend Flying Dragon had not lied. He had indeed discovered a secret location, but the guarding demonic beast was too powerful. He hadn't had a chance to retrieve the treasures before Wang Mengbin and his group arrived.

"True Monarch Dinglong? A meditative grotto... that might be worth a trip. You'll guide me there. If it truly is True Monarch Dinglong's grotto, I will not only spare your life but also grant you some benefits."

As Wang Mengbin spoke, he opened his mouth, and a streak of purple lightning shot out, flying directly towards Reverend Flying Dragon.

Reverend Flying Dragon felt a numbing sensation in his abdomen and broke out in a cold sweat.

"This is my unique restriction. If you dare to make any sudden moves, a single thought from me will ensure you die without a burial place."

Wang Mengbin's tone was cold. With a single-handed gesture, the two silver rings flew back to him.

Reverend Flying Dragon felt he could now access his spiritual power, but to his horror, he discovered two purple-glowing chains wrapped around his Nascent Soul in his Dantian.

He gave a bitter smile, not daring to say anything more. He took out a green pill, swallowed it, and his pale face slowly regained its color. "How should I address you, Fellow Daoist? This old man will lead the way now."

"My surname is Wang. There's no rush to lead the way; let's wait for my companions."

Wang Mengbin's tone was calm. The thundercloud high in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the sky cleared.

Less than half an hour later, two streaks of light flew from a distance and landed on the desolate island. They were Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, why are only the two of you here? Where are Uncle Youwei and the others?"

Wang Mengbin asked curiously.

"They went to pursue other Nascent Soul cultivators and won't be back for a while."

Cheng Zhenyu explained that after they broke into the Flying Dragon Sect's main altar, the sect's high-ranking cultivators had made off with treasures from the vault and scattered in all directions. Wang Youwei and Ouyang Mingyue had gone to hunt down other demonic cultivators.

"Never mind, having you two is enough. This fellow discovered an ancient cultivator's grotto. Come with me to seek treasures! Our fortune has arrived."

Wang Mengbin said, pointing at Reverend Flying Dragon.

Neither Cheng Zhenyu nor Zheng Nan objected; they readily agreed. Wang Mengbin's strength was formidable; he quickly dealt with any enemies they encountered, making it an almost guaranteed profitable venture for them to follow and pick up the spoils.

Reverend Flying Dragon flipped his hand, and with a flash of black light, a palm-sized black miniature boat appeared in his grasp. After countless black runes lit up on its surface, the boat rapidly expanded in size.

"Senior Wang, please."

Reverend Flying Dragon made a welcoming gesture, speaking in a fawning tone.

Wang Mengbin's face showed satisfaction as he stepped onto the boat. Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan followed closely, with Reverend Flying Dragon stepping on last.

"Let's go."

As Reverend Flying Dragon's command fell, the black flying boat transformed into a streak of black light, breaking through the air and vanishing into the horizon.