Dragon Tamer-Chapter 762 : 766 Sky Peak

Chapter 762 -766 Sky Peak

Zhu Minglang sneered coldly.

He stretched out his hand and firmly grabbed the Sword Spirit Dragon that flew back from the distance.

“In your next life, be a good beast!” Zhu Minglang suddenly drew his sword, the sword’s aura like a Sun Crown, fierce and scorching hot!

Instantly, the dense Flame that filled the air transformed into Divine Birds, Vermilion Birds, which wildly rushed toward the approaching head!

The Feathered Immortal’s head continued to struggle, dodging the fiery Vermilion Birds, and trying to break through the blazing sword fire unleashed by Zhu Minglang, but the flames of the Vermilion Birds were too dense. In the end, the Feathered Immortal’s head was engulfed by the Vermilion Bird flames, burning that ugly visage until only bone remained!

Soon, the head of the Feathered Immortal turned into a skull, and it still wasn’t completely dead.

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This time it seemed truly frightened, afraid of the human it had enraged.

It turned and fled, escaping into the shorter mountain ranges.

Bai Qi was about to chase, but Zhu Minglang looked up and whistled at Bai Qi, signaling that there was no need to pursue.

Bai Qi felt somewhat regretful, for the Feathered Immortal’s Spirit Root was rich, but just then the curtain of rain began to evaporate, and a fiercely burning celestial body appeared above the replenished flames of the Vermilion Bird. This star cast a terrifying shadow, almost completely crushing the Heavenly Peak!

The star brushed past the Heavenly Peak, illuminating this darkened world. Its huge and heart-stopping body slowly caught up to the tiny head, and then like a flickering bonfire consuming a moth…

This time, the skull of the Feathered Immortal truly couldn’t escape its fate and was entirely turned to ashes by the flaming celestial body.

Died utterly and thoroughly.

And that terrifying flaming celestial body crashed into a vast mountain range of the Heavenly Peak, tumbling along, crashing down, destroying the already perilous mountain paths, and who knows how many latecomers were extinguished during its fall. The alarming charred traces extended to places Zhu Minglang could no longer see…

Zhu Minglang extended his hand and absorbed the Spirit Root that drifted outside the mountain peak.

He bestowed this Spirit Root upon the Nuwa Dragon.

The Nuwa Dragon received the Spirit Root of the Feathered Immortal. Tracing back through history, the Nuwa Dragon and the Feathered Immortal belonged to the same era, both ancient beings, except that the Nuwa Dragon clearly leaned more towards the divine, while the Feathered Immortal was just a monster that didn’t genuinely cultivate immortality.

“The Nuwa Dragon is now at the God General Cultivation level; it should be capable of challenging some great deities now,” Mr. Jinli said.

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“It looks like the sky is really about to collapse,” Zhu Minglang looked up and noticed that more massive and awe-inspiring celestial bodies were hanging in the Sky Dome, on the brink of falling!

“Climb up there and take a look, maybe at the Sky Peak there is an axe left by Pangu. If you lift it and strike it towards Heaven and Earth, you might as well have completely shared the troubles of the heavens!” Mr. Jinli said.

“It’s not as simple as you say.”

“Roughly in this direction.”

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Having killed the Feathered Immortal, Zhu Minglang didn’t know why, but he felt the dazzling jewel-like light spots in the unknown celestial body seemed even more radiant, the distance seemingly pulled closer once again. This time, Zhu Minglang could discern the shrunken version of the city’s silhouette, barely making out the densely-packed black that was the crowd!

They were cheering about something!

Zhu Minglang scratched his head.

The people of that continent couldn’t really see him as a Heavenly God, could they?

However, having slain the Feathered Immortal, if it frequently hunted on their continent and became their nightmare Demon God, then him, the one who chopped down the Feathered Immortal, indeed seemed no different from a Heavenly God in their eyes.

Zhu Minglang crossed the Heavenly Peak and finally reached the highest Sky Peak.

Standing there, Zhu Minglang felt none of the transcendent sense of superiority that encompassed all beneath him, nor the pride of ascending to immortality. What he saw was the entire Dragon Gate World, like an infinitely unfolding scroll, but this earth-scroll was floating upwards bit by bit!

Logically, standing on the Zhi Tian Divine Peak, which bordered the land, if the vast terrestrial plates moved upwards as a whole, then he too should be lifted by the sky-high Zhi Tian Divine Peak, but that wasn’t the case.

The base of Zhi Tian Divine Peak was being gradually devoured by the earth, and what was even more terrifying was that the Sky Peak was also disintegrating…

The Sky Peak was sloped, with layers of rock peeling off, which then slowly floated in the air, slowly disintegrated into fine dust, and spread toward the various celestial bodies above.

The Sky Peak was disintegrating.

The base of the mountain was being consumed.

Heaven and Earth were converging, furiously compressing against each other. Zhi Tian Divine Peak, like a pillar struggling under unbearable burden, had already cracked numerous times, and was about to collapse!

It wasn’t hard to imagine that once Mount Zhi Tian crumbled, the speed at which the sky fell and the earth rose would accelerate. Then, before the sky and earth could seal shut, primordial chaos would arrive, and all living beings would already be annihilated by the ensuing showers of meteors, spirals of chaotic energy, balls of compressed lightning, cascading magma, and exploding crust!

“Think carefully, what exactly does heaven want you to do!” Mr. Jinli’s voice rang out beside Zhu Minglang’s ear.

“I think heaven wants everyone to die,” Zhu Minglang said in a steady voice.

“Then make a choice; either you abet tyranny or you save the common people. You either comply or defy fate!” Mr. Jinli said.

Zhu Minglang didn’t listen to Mr. Jinli’s talk of heavenly principles. He walked along the inclined Sky Peak and soon saw a familiar figure.

That person had seemingly just stepped onto the Sky Peak, admiring this unprecedented and majestic sight with excitement and fervor evident in his eyes.

It was as if he had climbed to this Sky Peak just to witness it all with his own eyes, to see the tragic struggle of the common folk in this irreversible situation…

Barefoot, wearing loose clothes, he resembled a carefree, somewhat mad monk wandering through the clouds. Yet, there wasn’t a trace of auspicious qi or kindness about him, but rather a dangerous coldness!

Zhu Minglang noticed a pool of blood beneath his feet and that the path he’d walked was marked by one bloody footprint after another.

The bloody footprints clung to the surface of Sky Peak, which was also disintegrating, turning into dust that was slowly lifted and scattered into the air, the bloody footprints dispersing like ink in water.

“He was a companion of mine. I stepped on his chest to get up here, a bright and witty man whose company added much pleasure to my journey. It’s just that I told him, like the supreme throne of the gods, the Sky Peak can only ever have one ascender… Of course, had I seen you here, I wouldn’t have had to cruelly crush his ribs and heart,” Hua Chou casually explained the origin of the bloody footprints.

Zhu Minglang looked at him calmly, revealing no more hostility than Hua Chou himself.

Hua Chou naturally recognized Zhu Minglang.

This was not their second, nor their third encounter.

Each time, Hua Chou would size up and scrutinize Zhu Minglang, pondering whether or not to kill him.

Similarly, Zhu Minglang also assessed the realm of Hua Chou’s cultivation base but ultimately felt that he retained some divine skills unknown to him.

“Everyone who comes to Dragon Gate receives some sort of mandate from heaven, whether implicit or explicit. What did you get?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Good question,” Hua Chou laughed, stretching out his hand towards the sky, pointing at the unknown celestial body directly overhead, at the ignorant realm on that body, at the people wearing yellow robes praying to the heavens, “Heaven has already been toiling hard, to reign over the gods, to bestow divine grace, to govern the land, to clear away turmoil. Like the Dragon Gate, which has already accumulated a considerable number of the lost ones. Over thousands of years, their number has grown as plentiful as rats in a sewer… Look at those people on the continents. They are the descendants of those lost in Dragon Gate, already like parasitic worms that have taken root and established kingdoms on those pristine stars that were once void of any life.”

Zhu Minglang looked at the teeming populace of the continent, numbering in the tens of millions. But the collective spirit root qi of all those people wasn’t as powerful as a single demon god, and they didn’t even know what a god was, let alone their own primeval ancestor.

“This place is a sanctuary of the gods, yet it has been parasitized by these uncontented, resentful beings. The just-born spirit roots were plundered, making it hard for the goddesses who should have ascended to survive. Such pestilence, such insatiable greed, naturally incurs heaven’s disgust,” Hua Chou peered down upon the Dragon Gate land with cold indifference, looking at the throngs of people lost in Dragon Gate, their numbers no less than the creatures of those celestial bodies, continuing in a godlike tone,

“The mandate heaven has given me is to go along with it, to let these parasites of Dragon Gate perish. However, seeing as you’ve shown up here, and you exude a trace of auspicious qi, I presume you’re the one born to defy heaven, and the reluctant heaven has given you a mandate too. Is that mandate to save the people, to seek a sliver of survival for them in Dragon Gate?”

Zhu Minglang was dumbstruck.

What a mess.

Heaven hasn’t given him any mandate at all.

If there was one, it was to blindly wander.

Don’t you, Hua Chou, try to impose any will of heaven onto me!

“Narrow-minded and foolish! A Star God is just a Star God, a lesser deity. Therefore, you can’t enter into the next sky. If heaven really wanted you to comply, to allow the ones lost in Dragon Gate to perish, considering the current situation with the merging of heaven and earth, no lost one would survive… What use would they have for you then, to come here as a mere spectator?” Mr. Jinli suddenly lashed out at Hua Chou.

“What are you suggesting, you rotten fish?” Hua Chou squinted his eyes and inquired.

“Of course, to rise to the challenge. If you can save the people under these circumstances, then you are a supreme god,” Mr. Jinli continued.

“That would be defying fate,” Hua Chou remarked.

“Who isn’t about defying fate these days! Don’t you understand achievements? Even gods need to have accomplishments. With mundane achievements, how can you gain heaven’s favor, how can you be allowed to govern the myriad realms?” Mr. Jinli added.

Hua Chou nodded, seemingly enlightened, then stared at Zhu Minglang and said, “It’s an interesting idea, but whether or not I undertake this task, I need to kill you first.”

Mr. Jinli’s nonsensical chatter was useless.

Whether it was to save others or to stand by, one first had to survive this cataclysmic collapse of heaven and earth.

And mighty cultivation was the only capital to survive!