Chapter 669: Ancestor Dragon's Remains and True Dragon Dao Scripture
The greatest power of this spear lay in its ability to pierce the void and hunt enemies across space!
That Void Mite was one of the countless members of the swarm he had just seen, spreading across the skies.
"Ten years… I've finally awakened ten Dragon-Elephant Particles and mastered the first level of the Dragon-Elephant Scripture."
Shen Mo smiled in satisfaction.
If not for the powerful and ancient blood energy contained within the Blood Crystal, he could not have awakened the ten Dragon-Elephant Particles so swiftly.
Shen Mo looked down again.
He noticed that the fragment of the Ancestor Dragon's remains was now floating midair.
It was no longer encased in the Blood Crystal.
Clearly, all of it had been refined and absorbed.
Shen Mo peered at it closely.
He immediately felt a thunderous roar erupt from the remains of the Ancestor Dragon, crashing directly into his consciousness.
By the time he reacted, it felt as though he had been transported into an ancient age of history.
Insignificant as dust.
In the skies above, a colossal eagle with wings spanning the heavens flew past.
Wherever it went, storms arose from the flat earth.
Countless boulders and towering trees were swept into the air, forming terrifying tornadoes.
But a single roar echoed through the air—
The tornadoes instantly dispersed.
The sky-covering eagle vanished without a trace.
Shen Mo quickly looked toward the distant sky.
He saw a divine dragon riding the wind from afar.
That dragon's body was covered in wounds, with numerous broken weapons embedded within.
Its horns were shattered, its scales peeling.
Dark yellow blood dripped from its abdomen and splashed onto the earth.
Yet even in such a state, the ancient aura emanating from its body spanned the river of time, rendering Shen Mo stunned.
At that moment, the divine dragon suddenly cast a glance at Shen Mo.
It was just a fleeting gaze—yet it jolted Shen Mo back to his senses.
When he looked again, he found he was not in that ancient land.
He remained seated in the cultivation chamber.
The Ancestor Dragon's remains were still the same.
No change at all.
"No wonder it's a bone from the Ancestor Dragon…"
A storm raged in Shen Mo's heart.
Just what level of cultivation had the True Dragon Ancestor reached?
That single glance had felt nearly tangible.
As if the Ancestor Dragon had truly cast its gaze on him from a distant corner of the universe.
At that moment, Shen Mo suddenly sensed fine strands of golden scripture flickering through his mind.
His heart stirred. He quickly calmed himself, focused inward, and began to study the scriptures.
These golden scriptures were not written in the human language.
They twisted and shifted, filled with majesty.
They were in the language of the dragon race.
However, Shen Mo had previously studied many dragon race tablets and monuments.
He had already developed considerable understanding of their script.
These scriptures were more ancient, but he could still comprehend most of them.
For those he didn't recognize, context allowed him to infer their meaning.
Another ten days passed.
The golden scripture vanished completely—
As if it had never appeared in his mind.
In that instant, Shen Mo opened his eyes.
Within his pupils, golden dragon patterns flickered.
Wherever he looked, even the solid ground and walls were marked with dragon script.
After a full hundred breaths, the dragon patterns in his eyes finally faded.
Shen Mo gradually returned to awareness and exhaled a long, turbid breath.
"The True Dragon Dao Scripture… the True Dragon Sacred Art—it truly is extraordinary!"
Shen Mo's gaze sparkled with delight.
The power of the True Dragon Dao Scripture had far exceeded his expectations!
When circulating this art, all dragon-based techniques and martial skills would be enhanced by several times!
This art was the foundation upon which the dragon race had remained unshaken for countless ages.
The True Dragon Dao Scripture was divided into seven layers.
The dragon race was innately powerful.
A true dragon, from the moment of its birth, possessed at least the strength of a Dragon Race King—
Equivalent to a Demon Race King among demons, or a Nascent Soul cultivator among humans.
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Chapter 737: Ancestor Dragon's Remains and True Dragon Dao Scripture
The True Dragon Dao Scripture was crafted exclusively for true dragons, and so its first level corresponded to the Dragon King rank.
The second level corresponded to the Dragon Emperor, equivalent to a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.
The third level matched the Dragon Lord, equivalent to the Divine Palace Realm.
The fourth level aligned with the Dragon Sovereign.
The fifth level matched the Grand Dragon Sovereign, which equated to the Nirvana Realm among humans.
The first four levels of the True Dragon Dao Scripture, once mastered, would respectively grant the techniques: Earth-Shaking Dragon Fist, Emerald Dragon Fist, Blood-Flame Dragon Fist, and Platinum Dragon Fist.
The Tyrant Dragon Fist was a prerequisite technique for the True Dragon Dao Scripture.
Shen Mo had already mastered all these techniques.
But they still needed to be cultivated further.
It was impossible to jump straight to the fifth level in one go.
Even upon reaching the fifth level, the technique would still be the Platinum Dragon Fist.
But at that point, it would be a first-tier enhancement of the Platinum Dragon Fist.
Faster. More powerful.
The sixth and seventh levels could only be cultivated by supreme dragon beings, and they were further enhancements of the Platinum Dragon Fist.
These were the second-tier and third-tier enhancements, respectively.
"This kind of simple and brutish naming method…"
"Ancestor Dragon must not have been very good at naming things."
Shen Mo scratched his head.
He had long known how powerful the Platinum Dragon Fist was.
This move was the pinnacle of speed.
Whether seizing the initiative or striking when the enemy was forced to respond—it was always the optimal choice.
In many critical moments, it was the Platinum Dragon Fist that turned the tide.
However, its sheer destructive power wasn't especially high.
But now, with several layers of enhancement…
The Platinum Dragon Fist could be used offensively too.
When launching surprise attacks, the Void Extinguishing Sacred Spear would be suitable.
For suppressing demons, the Ancient Void Sword would be employed.
To gain the upper hand or pursue fleeing enemies, the Platinum Dragon Fist would serve best.
At his side, Tai Er would control the Black Dragon Shear Array.
For defense, Hei Yan would wield the Gilded Dragon Might Armor.
It could be said—there were no weaknesses.
"There's still quite some time before the Thousandfold Thunder Prison opens early."
"Might as well take this time to cultivate the True Dragon Dao Scripture further. If I can reach the fifth level and obtain the first-tier enhancement of the Platinum Dragon Fist, that would be ideal."
Shen Mo settled his mind and continued his cultivation.
…
Thunder Saint City, ten thousand feet underground.
A vast cavern lay hidden below, yet it was not engulfed in darkness. Instead, it was suffused with radiant light.
The deeper toward the center, the brighter the light became.
At the very center stood a massive and ancient prison.
Every bar of this prison was rusted and wrapped in crackling lightning.
Inside the prison, there appeared to be nothing.
But upon closer inspection, one could make out an enormous book, over a zhang in height.
The book's cover and spine were forged entirely from white bone.
It hovered and floated within the prison, its pages fluttering open.
Each page was densely woven with blood vessels and meridians.
Upon closer look, the pages were made from human, demon, and dragon skin.
"How many years has it been? Thirty thousand? Seventy thousand? A hundred thousand? I've forgotten."
"You cannot keep me imprisoned…"
An ear-piercing voice echoed from within the Bone Book.
Like fingernails scraping iron.
The prison let out a dull hum, seemingly responding.
"Creak creak creak…"
"You can't even speak anymore."
"Your spirit must be nearly worn away, isn't it?"
"But I'm still very much alive…"
The voice from the Bone Book grew even harsher and more shrill.
Alongside it came a twisted, maniacal laugh.
The prison could only respond with a low, droning hum.
"Fiend Thunder Demon… my beloved children… hurry and come help me break free…"
The Bone Book cackled hideously.
Layers of bizarre power began to ripple outward.
Spreading beyond the bounds of the prison.
Most of this power was incinerated by the thunderlight coiling around the bars.
But even so, a few faint strands managed to leak out beyond the prison.
The Bone Book roared with laughter, "I was right—your spirit really is almost gone!"
"I'm going to break free!"
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