Chapter 617: Chapter 302: Celestial Punishment Ruler, One of the Nine Treasures! The Lavish Second Master of the Zhang Family

In the depths of ancient mountains hide relics; Immortals point to the moon revealing a True Dragon.

On the mottled, ancient colossal rock wall, a gigantic image is engraved, depicting a legendary creature hidden within the sea of clouds, only its scales and claws are faintly visible, as if the terrifying presence could leap out from the stone wall.

A Divine Dragon shows its head but not its tail; it is said that ancient people drawing dragons must not reveal their full appearance, or else calamity shall occur.

True Dragon!

Even among cultivators, a True Dragon from ancient legends is akin to an Immortal’s existence; known by name but unseen in form, the utmost empty, utmost holy, utmost divine, and utmost hidden.

The river and sea abound with evil Jiao, where can one see a True Dragon?

"One of the Nine Treasures..."

Through the dim firelight, a slender youth walked from behind, resembling Huang Liulang by seven parts, only his aura was much stronger, his suit crisply tidy but seeming mismatched with the desolate mountain.

"Of old, the Nine Techniques are crowned king, a dead end in Alchemy Dao, only the Nine Treasures can balance it."

The slender youth’s voice was icy, and his eyes fell upon the massive rock wall ahead.

"Hidden within the Hundred Thousand Mountains is one of the Nine Treasures?"

"True Dragon Horn... what technique does it counter?" The slender youth could not help but ask.

In terms of knowledge and heritage, he naturally couldn’t match Li Changgeng, a descendant of the White Crane Temple.

"Sanlang, your Yellow Skin Cave is considered a force in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Have you never heard of it?" Li Changgeng gently inquired.

His voice, like spring wind, harmonious and nurturing, made one involuntarily convinced.

"Never heard," Huang Sanlang shook his head.

"Gathering the strengths of myriad spirits, forming the True Dragon of Creation..." Li Changgeng murmured.

The True Dragon, hailed as the strongest creature, gathers the strengths of all beings.

Among the Nine Techniques, there is one that studies the transformation of the body, seeking to comprehend the ultimate evolution.

The vast heaven and earth seem to be breakable only by the True Dragon Treasure Horn, to destroy its technique, to eradicate its Dao.

The True Dragon Treasure Acupoint sharpens the blade; can any hero in the world escape?

Thinking thus, Li Changgeng’s gaze returned to the giant rock wall, the True Dragon soaring through nine skies, with a silhouette ahead, seemingly like a great enemy descending to earth, with Five Elements interwoven behind him, like an Immortal crowned king.

"One of the Nine Techniques, Five Elements Mistaken King!?"

Huang Sanlang couldn’t help but be moved, "The True Dragon Horn, one of the Nine Treasures, hidden in the Hundred Thousand Mountains!?"

"This isn’t surprising," Li Changgeng said lightly.

"Divine items are self-concealing; such treasures, common people cannot recognize."

"Years ago, the True Dragon Horn fell on Zhongnan Mountain, but eventually mingled with dust, lost amidst mountains and seas."

At this point, Li Changgeng slightly paused.

Such divine items possess mysterious fate, not to be gained by an individual, mountain, or sect. When destiny arrives, its master will appear.

It seems to hold its own will.

"Zhao Jie Xuan, are you risking a killing tribulation just to search for the True Dragon Horn?" Li Changgeng murmured softly.

"What a surprising gain."

"The Nine Treasures counter the Nine Techniques..."

Huang Sanlang’s mind was dazed, instinctively looking at Li Changgeng sitting cross-legged ahead, and instinctively asked, "You cultivate Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune; do you know which of the Nine Treasures counters you?"

Rumble...

As soon as the words fell, the fire before Li Changgeng suddenly intensified, like a Fire Dragon rising, thoughts boiling, terrifying scenes spreading vast and wide.

Huang Sanlang’s face changed abruptly, instinctively stepping back several steps, his face turning pale as frost.

He saw the chaotic heavens and earth, red light blazing, his Primordial Spirit seemingly about to fall into this boundless purgatory, his body turning to tribulation ash.

He knew he had misspoken and violated a taboo.

Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune ranks among the Nine Techniques; only the Nine Treasures can counter it; this is Li Changgeng’s vital point, how dare he speak lightly or inquire casually?

"One can steal the fortune of heaven and earth, but must suffer the punishment of heaven and earth."

At this moment, Li Changgeng’s gentle voice spoke; calm as autumn water.

The soaring flame gradually subsided, everything returning to normal, surrounded only by the faint sound of mountain winds.

"The treasure that can counter Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune is named Celestial Punishment Ruler!" Li Changgeng said weakly.

Huang Sanlang’s eyes twitching, a look of shock and doubt appeared; he never expected that Li Changgeng’s chest was so broad, boldly revealing his vital point.

"There is nothing that cannot be spoken of; Sanlang, no need to be tense," Li Changgeng whispered.

Upon hearing these words, Huang Sanlang remained silent.

The Path of Ultimate Sincerity, chest broader than the sky itself, seeming to encompass everything and contain nothing, secretly holding grace and awe, akin to the vast Heavenly Dao, controlling everything, granting all regions submission, yet punishing all lives in tribulation. Such supreme nature naturally requires no concealment, boldly displayed before the world.

This is a transcendental supremacy beyond ordinary understanding.

"Sanlang, you are a leading figure in Yellow Skin Cave. Yet, still not granted recognition?" Li Changgeng shifted his tone suddenly.

"Soon it should be!" Huang Sanlang slightly paused.

"The seventh Breaking Mountains and Attacking Temples, the Hundred Thousand Mountains sacrificed immensely; since then, the elders within the mountains have become conservative, not wishing to repeat past mistakes, let alone easily take sides," Huang Sanlang said solemnly.

After the demons and ghosts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains lived through that baptism of blood and fire, they became overly cautious, not wanting to get caught up in the struggle between the Daoist Sect and Wuwei Sect.

However, the thousands-year-long dispute over the Dao will inevitably sweep the world; cultivating individuals, be they humans or spirit monsters, cannot remain uninvolved.

"Among peers, there are differing voices." Huang Sanlang intently said.

He could not yet go unchallenged within Yellow Skin Cave, nor could he press-forward with his strength alone.

Now, regarding his closeness to White Crane Temple, there have arisen opposing voices.

Fortunately, the old folks in the cave do not care about the struggles below; after all, the survival law among demons, ghosts, and spirit monsters is primitively brutal—survival of the fittest, only those who remain alive can speak.