"The former Holy Lord, the current Holy Lord's master, the supreme prodigy of the last Golden Age!"
"This Patriarch's reign was not long. If not for the Holy Lord occasionally mentioning this Patriarch, even the Holy Land would have forgotten his existence."
The evil monk and the dignified middle-aged man exchanged glances, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It was the Patriarch of Chongming Sea; they were saved.
The anxious and panicked emotions immediately subsided.
The current Holy Lord of Chongming Sea's master, the former Holy Lord of Chongming Sea, this title was no small matter, enough to give them the strength to calm their hearts.
Immediately, a deep doubt appeared in their eyes. Why would the former Holy Lord of Chongming Sea appear here?
They looked at the owner of the ferry boat from Chongming Sea.
The young man's face showed embarrassment and confusion. He had switched to immortal cultivation when he was in the Earth Realm, and his current cultivation was only at the Void Returning stage. He was proficient in formations and had some fortuitous encounters, so he didn't know many secrets.
The San Ao Dragon Lord, sitting on the throne, gently tapped the armrest, but still couldn't stop Chen Jiuyang's advance. He hadn't even unleashed a trace of power. A strange glint appeared in his indifferent eyes:
"Human, who are you?"
The dragon language, like a true word of command, was uttered from his mouth. Rays of light and heavenly laws appeared, seemingly to control Chen Jiuyang. An indescribable aura pressed down towards Chen Jiuyang, making the other four's hearts turn cold.
"Dragon bloodline talent?"
Chen Jiuyang's eyes flickered. The Dragon Lord who had transformed into human form before him was completely different from the three-headed flood dragon he had casually killed outside; they were creatures of different dimensional levels.
He felt as if a power was about to invade the origin of his Great Dao, and even his divine soul in the Celestial Platform.
But that was all. It only made him feel it; it couldn't affect him in any way.
No matter how the dragon language vibrated, Chen Jiuyang remained motionless, showing no reaction.
"Hiss!!!"
The cultivator from Chongming Sea looked on in horror: "This Dragon Lord's dragon language can easily control us, yet it doesn't affect Patriarch Jiuyang at all. This Patriarch disappeared tens of thousands of years ago; what is his cultivation level now?"
"Hmm? Interesting. You are actually a successor of the Human Emperor's Path. No wonder our clan's talent has no effect on you."
A trace of surprise flashed in the San Ao Dragon Lord's eyes. Then, he smiled and looked at Chen Jiuyang: "You come uninvited, what is your purpose? Could it be for my Lord's Dao fruit?"
Above and below the heavens, there were myriad races. Above bloodlines, the Dragon race was naturally the most noble, recognized by heaven and earth.
However, apart from the Dragon race, there was a posthumous Dao lineage among humans that could transcend the nobility of the Dragon race.
That was the Human Emperor's Path.
He had once seen an Immortal King in the Immortal Realm host a successor of the Human Emperor's Path, which was why he could recognize Chen Jiuyang's lineage at a glance.
A person with such a lineage was indeed qualified to not become his food, and to covet the remnants of his Lord's Dao fruit.
His attitude softened slightly. San Ao Daojun stopped his actions and no longer made things difficult for Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang glanced at the four people beside him. One of them was an elder of Chongming Sea, not yet at the Patriarch level. He then surveyed the palace up and down, and his gaze slowly fell back on the San Ao Dragon Lord, his voice calm:
"Yes, and no. Chen is here to find someone."
"Find someone?" The San Ao Dragon Lord's eyes showed a thoughtful expression:
"But this Dragon Lord has only captured some food."
"Are you trying to snatch food from this Dragon Lord?"
"Food?"
The beautiful woman, the evil monk, the middle-aged man, and the young man were all startled, their eyes showing fear. They, with their dignified Martial Saint bodies, were considered food in the eyes of this Dragon Lord.
"Food?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jiuyang's eyelids slightly lifted, and he asked again: "In the present world, humans are supreme. Generation after generation, Human Emperors have hunted and suppressed the demons of all races. Even your Lord, the Desolate Immortal King, should be human."
"You actually eat humans?"
"So be it. Weakness is the original sin."
"I will ask you only one question: where is the woman brought in by that flood dragon earlier?"
As the voice fell.
In an instant, a vast and boundless pressure, as if the heavens were collapsing, leaked from Chen Jiuyang's body. The entire crystal palace began to shake violently.
"Such pressure!!!"
The young man's pupils contracted violently, and the other three's expressions also changed drastically.
In just an instant, it attacked the San Ao Dragon Lord.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
This pressure was like a Saint King descending, causing a clear Dao sound to echo in their ears, making them want to kneel and prostrate in worship.
"To what level has this person's cultivation reached..."
This pressure was too strange in the eyes of these three Martial Saints. It was not like the pressure of a Saint, yet it was wrapped in Dao sound. This was a phenomenon that only occurred when one reached the thirtieth level of the Celestial Platform on the Martial Dao Emperor Path, ascending to the Quasi-Emperor realm. However, they did not detect even a trace of Imperial might from Chen Jiuyang.
"You are forging an alternative path to enlightenment, the Human Emperor's Path. Although you have not stepped into the Emperor Realm, your aura already possesses a clear Dao sound, truly making this Dragon Lord feel incredulous. Although I don't know how far your Celestial Platform path has progressed."
"But in this era where the great world has not yet awakened, without alternative enlightenment, you can be considered the pinnacle of this generation."
"It's a pity..."
Seeing the crystal palace constantly shaking, the San Ao Dragon Lord slowly rose from his throne and walked down the steps. With each step, a terrifying aura erupted.
"Without reaching the Quasi-Emperor realm, in this Dragon Lord's eyes, you are still no different from an ant."
Hum...
The crystal palace trembled even more. The substantial dragon tail descended mightily, instilling fear in everyone present.
In an instant, these Martial Saints felt their minds shaken, and their divine souls in the Celestial Platform were subjected to a substantial impact. Their bodies swayed and they collapsed to the ground.
On the Celestial Platform path, each level is a different heaven; this is not an empty saying.
"Even though my Dragon Lord's master has vanished..."
"Shut up! I still respected you for three points, thinking you, a mere mudfish, were still fulfilling your subordinate role after your master's demise. But since you refuse to be reasonable!"
Chen Jiuyang roared, like thunder from the nine heavens, exploding instantly and shattering the crystal palace. With his large arm extended, the water flow within the entire Dao fruit secret realm erupted chaotically.
He transformed his palm into a fist, and immortal light burst forth, instantly illuminating the entire secret realm. That violent, indescribably powerful force slammed towards the San Ao Dragon Lord:
"Then don't blame Chen for tearing off your last shred of dignity!!!"
"Ant, how dare you be presumptuous before this Dragon Lord!"
The San Ao Dragon Lord's heart instantly surged with rage.
What kind of existence was he?
In the Immortal Realm, he was a subordinate of the Desolate Immortal King. Even immortals with higher cultivation had to be respectful to him.
Now, he had waited for a long time, and his master's Dao fruit had flowed to this mortal world, unable to leave. He could only stay in this secret realm.
How dare a mere mortal who had not yet achieved enlightenment, and was not even an immortal, attack him? It was simply courting death!