The Half-Ancestors Attack the Heavenly Stele

The central Bone Sea’s Heavenly Stele trembled, billowing murderous intent that pierced the heavens. The ancient castle suspended in the sky was not the Dead City, but it was no less sinister and forbidding.

Buddha intoned a Buddhist invocation and was the first to step out of the King Ship onto Dragon Island. Behind his head, three relics bloomed with tens of millions of rays of light, opening the Pure Land, from which bodhisattvas and arhats poured forth.

Headless Shenxiu followed silently at Buddha’s side. The Buddhist disciples stared at him in astonishment.

Then Laozi and Chiyou also tore space apart, releasing many cultivators.

When everyone on the ship had set foot on Dragon Island, the King Ship let out a mournful, piercing wail. Ghostly shadows coiled around it as it sailed deep into the Forbidden Sea until it vanished.

Laozi, Buddha, and Chiyou—three Half-Ancestors—tore through space and disappeared into the distant sky, their blurry figures manifesting faintly.

On the shore, the crowd was horrified. Their cultivation had all dropped below the demigod level, or barely reached it, while the Half-Ancestors seemed largely unaffected, their oppressive pressure still so intimidating.

The cultivators had to sigh at the vast gap of several major realms. They did not linger but also rushed toward the island’s central Bone Sea, eager to witness the Half-Ancestors’ bold attempt to shake the Heavenly Stele.

By the time they reached the area, half could no longer fly, but they advanced on savage beasts or with others’ help, a vast black mass pouring toward the center of Dragon Island.

The overwhelming tide of cultivators advanced together. Even the savage beasts of Dragon Island fell silent under the sheer weight of numbers—this was a gathering of countless cultivators from the Eternal Continent. The momentum was so grand that even the pressure of a Half-Ancestor paled in comparison.

Countless figures gathered at the central Bone Sea.

At that moment, Primordial stood with hair disheveled, the purple-gold crown on his head already cracked. He held a jade ruyi and swept out beams of green light as thick as mountains, lashing at the Heavenly Stele.

Lord Tongtian’s Daoist robe was also torn. The Four Immortal-Slaying Swords shot out chaotic sword qi, chopping at the Heavenly Stele.

Zhunti Daoist’s Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree kept brushing, sending thousands of multicolored rainbows onto the stele.

The ancient stele stood as heavy as a mountain, unmoved. But dense black mist rolled out, rising straight into the sky, resonating with the mysterious ancient castle high above.

Buddha, Laozi, and Chiyou shot directly into the sky, charging toward the castle of death. As the murky black mist surged, the crowd could only feel a dark, sinister terror there, then everything gradually grew blurry, and they could not make out what was happening.

“What is happening? Why are the Half-Ancestors shaking the Heavenly Stele?” Those who arrived later did not understand and felt a vague unease.

“Xiao Chen, over here…” Little Fatty Niu Ren called softly. He, Liu Mu, the monk Yizhen, and Jin Sanyi were in the dead silent forest by the Bone Sea, waving at him.

Xiao Chen brought Keke and the Little Defiant Dragon and rushed over quickly. When Liu Mu saw the Azure Dragon King in human form, he was startled at first, then gradually grew excited. He felt the familiar soul fluctuation and said, trembling, “Little Azure Dragon…”

The Azure Dragon King was now an eleven- or twelve-year-old youth with extraordinarily handsome features. The pair of small dragon horns faintly visible among his azure hair marked his dragon bloodline. He nodded heavily and walked over.

“It really is Little Azure Dragon?” Liu Mu was both overjoyed and bitter. Eight years ago he had been critically wounded, and Little Azure Dragon’s divine consciousness had also suffered damage. He had not thought they would meet again, their fates reuniting on Dragon Island.

From behind Yizhen also stepped out an eleven- or twelve-year-old youth in emerald battle armor, with small dragon horns faintly showing amid his green hair. From behind Niu Ren stepped a black-clad youth who looked thirteen or fourteen, with an exceptionally sturdy build, eyes like lightning, and an ancient sacred sword on his back. The Little Defiant Dragon beside Xiao Chen wore silver battle armor, looking stubborn, proud, and aloof, and strode forward as well.

The Azure Dragon King, the Emerald Dragon King, the Black Dragon King, and the Little Defiant Dragon—four Dragon Kings—reunited on Dragon Island after eight years. They looked at each other with battle intent, enmity, and a thread of sibling affection and goodwill.

“It’s… it’s just four dragons,” Jin Sanyi stuttered unhappily. “Wh-wh-where is this as obedient as my mount?” Saying this, he led out his miraculous little white donkey. “…Tell you, i-i-it’s the legendary First Celestial Horse, just not fully transformed yet. Wait and see.”

The others smiled; no one took his words seriously.

“Why are Primordial and Tongtian bombarding the Heavenly Stele?” Xiao Chen asked in confusion.

“Those old bastards are just asking for trouble,” Niu Ren said, looking at the figures in the Bone Sea. “They said they sensed their lost items in the Dead City and wanted to try breaking open a corner of the seal, but now they can’t back down—the stele has locked onto them.”

Knowing the enmity between Xiao Chen and the Half-Ancestors, Niu Ren naturally favored Xiao Chen. He shook his huge ox horns and said, “The stele ought to seal them up.”

“Hush!” Xiao Chen quickly stopped the little fatty. Half-Ancestors had vast divine powers; if they heard, it would be a disaster.

Just then, light laughter came from the dead silent depths of the forest. Two little girls came dancing through the treetops, smiling playfully—the youngest daughter of the Yellow Emperor, Linglong, and Tutu.

“You… how did you come?” Xiao Chen was startled. These two little girls had extraordinary identities, but no matter how you looked at it, they were stowaways.

“Xiao Chen gege, we’ve decided to go to the Mortal World with you.”

“You…” Xiao Chen frowned. He would let Chiyou deal with the headache. He did not want to provoke these two. “Little beast, come here quickly,” the two mischievous girls said, their big eyes fixed on Keke.

The snow-white little beast felt a chill at their gaze and with a whoosh ran to the front of the four Dragon Kings.

The lecherous Jin Sanyi instantly recognized the two girls as the same who had been seven or eight years old four years ago. He chuckled, “L-l-l-lolis have three good points—clear voice, soft body, and easy to push over.”

“Go die!”

Both little girls were wise beyond their years and upon hearing this immediately beat Jin Sanyi.

“Pervert!”

“Lewd!”

“Use the Three Realms Bag to put him away and feed him to Ah Huang at home.”

Not far away, Keke watched with some alarm.

At that moment, Xiao Chen keenly sensed someone spying on them. At the same time, Liu Mu, Yizhen, and the others also noticed. The lecherous Jin Sanyi broke free from the two girls, pulled out his huge kitchen knife, and vanished into thin air—he was an assassin, best at detection and stealth.

“Clang!”

In the dense forest, sparks flew. The lecherous Jin Sanyi’s gleaming butcher knife hacked out a little white-shelled turtle. The turtle’s eyes were shifty, and it punched Jin Sanyi’s face three times. Although the lecherous man dodged in time, he was still shocked—the little turtle’s speed was incredibly fast.

It’s that one!

Xiao Chen was very surprised—it was definitely the white-shelled turtle from Heavenly Emperor City. He had not expected it to stow away with the crowd. Seeing it, he could fulfill a wish. He stopped Jin Sanyi, took out the glittering jade-like dragon horn from his bosom, and shook it.

The white-shelled turtle was struck by lightning, frozen in place, then shot forward like a white bolt of lightning. With a whoosh it snatched the palm-sized crystalline dragon horn and hugged it tightly.

“An old dragon from the Sacred Mountain asked me to give this to you. Now that you’ve come to Dragon Island, why not go visit it?”

The white-shelled turtle seemed very excited, its eyes glistening with tears. In an instant, it sped away into the distance.

The Little Defiant Dragon and the others also heard Xiao Chen’s words and looked over.

“Since you’ve all returned, go see that old senior.”

The four youths soared into the air and flew swiftly toward the Dragon Clan’s Sacred Mountain. Keke also followed, fleeing in a hurry. Faced with the two little girls’ fervent gazes, she was restless.

Though the Dragon Clan possessed peak combat power among the races, they were a cursed race. If the curse could not be lifted, they could never recover their former glory.

Niu Ren knew the terror of that curse well. His ancestors, sealed on Dragon Island, had suffered greatly. If the life force from the blood of nine newborn Dragon Kings had not broken their curse, even summoning the Ancestral Dragon Ship would not have dared them to leave Dragon Island—they would have died for certain.

“Boom—” A sky-rending, earth-splitting crash came from the high heavens, and large shards of broken tile and brick rained down. Laozi, Buddha, and Chiyou—three great powers—smashed a corner of the ancient castle in the sky.

But the three were also forced back by a surge of killing intent, descending toward the Bone Sea.

Aside from the Xuanwu Ancestor from the Pure Land, eight Half-Ancestors—Laozi, Tongtian, Sun Wu, Primordial, Buddha, and others—joined forces to shake the Heavenly Stele, each displaying their divine powers.

“That is…” The crowd was shocked. The broken corner of the ancient castle suspended among the skyborne bone forest turned a brilliant, lurid red. Then a torrent of blood poured down like a huge waterfall, plummeting from the sky.

A vast sea of blood, irrigating the Heavenly Stele. The scene was extremely horrifying and bloody, chilling the hearts of all.

Flowing straight down three thousand feet—not water, but true blood!

The entire sky was stained red, a bleeding crimson.

Beneath the Heavenly Stele, a ghost city appeared faintly. Endless bones creaked and crackled. The vast, primeval battlefield seemed to reappear, its murderous aura shooting straight into the heavens.

The power emanating from the Heavenly Stele grew even stronger. Primordial, with disheveled hair and eyes wide in fury, charged directly to the front of the stele. Shouldering enormous pressure, he advanced step by step, trying to break into the gradually materializing Dead City. What was there that so attracted him, that he would risk such danger?

Lord Tongtian’s hair was also disheveled, his Daoist robe torn. The Four Immortal-Slaying Swords crisscrossed and slashed, resisting the terrifying blood light emitted by the Heavenly Stele, as he advanced step by step toward the illusory Dead City. It was clear he had thrown caution to the wind, charging forward recklessly as if an irresistible temptation urged him on.

Zhunti Daoist, holding the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his left hand and a demon-subduing staff in his right, clashed directly with the Heavenly Stele, splitting the falling great beams of blood light. He too approached the edge of the faintly visible Dead City, a trail of blood already flowing from his forehead.

The crowd was amazed. Half-Ancestors were so mad as to defy the Heavenly Stele that sealed all of Dragon Island; even with their boundless power, they would likely end in defeat and death.

Buddha, with three relics behind his head radiating golden light that illuminated a clear and bright Pure Land, also walked forward slowly. The headless monk Shenxiu, who could contend with a second Buddha, followed closely at his side, together resisting the destructive blood light of the stele.

The illusory Dead City gradually became clear. The hundred-meter-wide city gate slowly materialized before the Heavenly Stele. The crowd was astonished to see what Buddha sought—a giant Dharma Wheel embedded in the gate.

In the distance, Xiao Chen was both shocked and puzzled. These Half-Ancestors, with their heaven-defying power, could not break Dragon Island’s seal. What prohibition had they triggered that caused the Dead City to reappear?

All the Half-Ancestors displayed their might. Sun Wu, wielding the stone dagger once sealed by the Ancestral Gods, forced open a gap through the descending blood curtain and dashed onto the wall of the Dead City, stabbing like a sharp blade into the heart of the formation. The other Half-Ancestors all followed and charged up. The Half-Ancestors were fighting for their lives!

Buddha intoned a Buddhist invocation. The Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform spun as he reached toward the giant Dharma Wheel embedded in the city gate. The sound of Buddha’s teaching was vast, shaking heaven and earth, as he tried to draw the Dharma Wheel back.

Something astonishing happened. From within the Dharma Wheel actually walked out a Daoist. That was…

“Jieyin! Return to your seat!” Buddha shouted.

At the same time, Xiao Chen felt as if something were happening to him. He sensed a great opportunity descending—a mysterious, inexplicable intuition, impossible to describe clearly, yet genuinely felt.

“Heh…” A sudden cold laugh rang out. Hai Yunxue, peerless in her elegance, accompanied by several middle-aged experts of the Tiger family and a group of young elites, surrounded Xiao Chen and his group.

“Trying to stop my opportunity?” Xiao Chen snapped out of his reverie. These people intended him harm, but he was not afraid. At this moment, nothing could stop him.