Chapter 1875: The Man Who Blew The Top Off The Dragon King

Chapter 1875: The Man Who Blew The Top Off The Dragon King

“Ghost Sect?” Lu Yun’s heart raced. As he thought, there hadn’t been a word of truth from the ghost. If he’d really believed her, he’d probably already be dead.

This sect that she was from was likely enemies with the Dark Hell of ghost souls that she spoke of.

“I wonder if the Dark Hell is a faction of yin ghost cultivators, and the Ghost Sect is one of human cultivators on the path of ghost dao?” A number of thoughts ran through Lu Yun’s mind as he deduced a few possibilities. Despite that, he maintained the state of a dust particle and kept all traces of his vitality strictly within his body.

He was, for all intents and purposes, a speck of sand.

The battle overhead raged on. The ghost had torn apart a fortieth level sequence cultivator with her bare hands, but the dragons reacted swiftly and sent out another batch of powerhouses before she could escape.

“Nightmare of the Ghost Sect, it is you!” an elder called out. “Kill! Kill without mercy!”

Blade light and sword light flashed through the premises. Lu Yun didn’t dare show himself or even release his consciousness. He was a true particle of dust now, one that slowly drifted into the ground.

Thank goodness the battle in the air didn’t involve him, or he’d be truly reduced to dust. All of the dragons in attendance were at least thirty levels of sequence, and there were even a few fortieth sequence experts. The battle was one for the ages and its shockwaves blew up the frozen pool nearby.

“Hahahaha!!” The ghost called Nightmare leapt upward and removed herself from the fight. “I’ve had enough, the golden dragons well deserve their name. But you should keep an eye out, the one who owns hell is nearby. Hell has completely taken form and it’s up to that one’s mood to see how many dragons are buried in it!”

Poof!

Her body exploded into dust. This was dragon territory and she wouldn’t possibly make it out safely. She could only self detonate. This Nightmare was a replica, one that she’d made from taking possession of a yin ghost.

……

Ao Hong stood in the air, his long aureate hair glimmering with the radiance of the blazing sun. He wielded a golden spear and looked sharply around him. He was forty-four levels of sequence, and it was his appearance that forced Nightmare into self detonation.

“The one who owns hell is nearby?” he chuckled and continued indifferently, “Nightmare of the Ghost Sect is wily and devious. She just wants to borrow the dragons to investigate who it is that has consolidated the six hells. We can look into this, but it will cost ten major worlds from the Ghost Sect before you receive our information.”

“Deal!” Nightmare’s voice traveled back on the wind before it fully vanished.

Just as Lu Yun hadn’t believed Nightmare’s nonsense, neither had she believed him. The two pretended to be agreeable with each other, but it was very true that she wanted to take him down.

It was no secret that the six hells had become one and the origin hell was the result. However, not many knew who’d accomplished the deed. The god of Mount Tai wouldn’t share the news since that’d only create more trouble. It did him no good to expose Lu Yun as that would make additional opponents for him instead. It was much easier to seize hell dao from a young man than from the numerous powerhouses of the chief worlds.

Meanwhile, Yun Yi nipped the word in the bud in the chief worlds. How else would Mo Yi have so easily agreed to allow the Dao King to go with Yun Yi?

Yun Yi had to do the first good turn for him to receive one in kind. He’d likely also issued a warning to the Corpse Refiners, resulting in their continued silence regarding the matter.

The Ghost Sect and Dark Hell made constant inquiries about the affair, but there wasn’t much they could do since they couldn’t enter the Land of Reincarnation. When Nightmare saw Lu Yun use hellfire, she immediately sent word back to her sect and set her replica to surveil the young man. She didn’t dare show her true self or use the name of her sect because of Yun Yi’s presence.

Neither of the two ghostly factions would respect Lu Yun as a true master of ghosts. Their goal was the same as the god of Mount Tai—to seize hell dao and take the origin hell for themselves. As Lu Yun thought, the Dark Hell was one for yin ghosts, and the Ghost Sect was for human cultivators walking the path of ghost dao.

Nightmare didn’t believe Lu Yun’s identity as the disciple of the Myriad Spirit Grand Supreme. Thus, she’d surreptitiously deployed a beguilement art to lure him to dragon territory and borrow the dragons to probe what his real identity was.

Once the young man completed his trial, he would be sent back to where he’d entered the World of Soul Dominion and his elders would be waiting. She had to quickly discover his identity so she could make an appropriate follow up.

Lu Yun was likewise trying to find a way out of the situation, so both of them made draconic territory their next move.

“Come on out.” Ao Hong drifted to the ground and swept his faintly golden eyes in all directions. “There is a boundary around this area. Even Nightmare of the Ghost Sect had to relinquish her replica to leave. If you don’t come out after three breaths, I will destroy everything here down to the last particle of dust.”

Lu Yun returned to his true form and appeared in front of the dragon.

Ao Hong looked calmly at him and nodded, dismissing all of the warriors around him with a wave of his hand.

“After you,” he gestured in welcome. Lu Yun nodded and followed the dragon into the city.

“Where is Chu Xingran?” the young man asked.

To outsiders, this was golden dragon territory and Ao Hong was the city lord. He was the strongest of the dragons and another golden dragon. But Lu Yun was well aware that if the dragons didn’t stand united in a place like the World of Soul Dominion, that would be asking for all of them to die.

This was a land of tempering and trial, one most ideal for honing the mind and heart. If the azure and golden dragons brought their internal conflict here, they would never be able to construct such a massive city.

“He’s come by and gone out again.” Ao Hong took his measure of Lu Yun. “You are indeed the young man who made the dragon king blow his top off, alright. I wouldn’t have discovered you if you hadn’t stepped forward.

“You have chaos dirt over you, have you met the Morans?” He changed the topic with a smile.

“You know my identity, so why do you think my chaos dirt comes from the Morans and not the Land of Reincarnation?” Lu Yun asked instead.

“Have a seat, don’t be nervous.” Ao Hong pointed at the seat next to him. They were in the largest building of the city—his residence.

“I’m not nervous,” Lu Yun grumbled and plopped down on the chair. He’d sauntered into the city because he hadn’t sensed any malice in the dragon’s thoughts.

“Chaos dirt is an ultimate treasure, but only the Morans use it. It’s the primary reason why they entered the Land of Reincarnation,” Ao Hong chuckled.