If that were the case, wouldn't he also be buried along with her?
Thinking of this, the Old Flood Dragon's heart instantly jumped into his throat.
"Mas... Master?"
He called out tentatively, "If it's not convenient... shall... shall we just head back?"
This was already very tactful.
The implication was that if you really are a fake, then don't go testing your luck and getting yourself killed.
This is, after all, a grand formation left behind by a True Dragon.
No matter how awesome you are... you'll likely still get crushed!
Hearing this, Jiang Yuechu cast a glance at him.
Since they had already come this far, and the final layer of the window paper was right before them, how could she justify giving up halfway?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath, a flash of determination in her eyes.
"Head back, my ass."
She cursed.
Subsequently, under the terrified gaze of the Scarlet Sun Demon Venerable, the young girl stepped forward and walked straight to the stone platform.
With a slight movement of her mind, a Dragon roar exploded from her throat.
Inside the grand hall, flowing light shimmered and sparkled.
A Dragon claw reached out and pressed heavily onto the stone surface.
Instantly.
Boom—!!!
The cyan jade sculpture trembled incessantly, and the jade Dragon eyes suddenly opened, bursting with brilliance.
Radiant light broke through the dome of the grand hall, shooting straight up to the Nine Heavens.
The entire grand hall, illuminated by this light, became translucent, resembling a divine palace.
The Scarlet Sun Demon Venerable was already dumbfounded.
Holy crap!
This, this, this...
If she weren't of the Dragon Clan, could she produce such a commotion?!
Why was he worrying for nothing?!
The light did not dissipate but transformed into a torrent, flowing back in through the Dragon claw.
Jiang Yuechu only felt her Sea of Consciousness roaring, and the scene before her eyes suddenly changed.
It was as if she were placed within Chaos.
And within that Chaos, specks of starlight lit up.
First one, then five, and then it transformed into a galaxy filling the sky.
A desolate and ancient voice came from all directions, indistinguishable in gender, age, or youth: "Descendant from future generations, do you see these stars filling the sky?"
Jiang Yuechu did not speak, only listening quietly.
The voice continued:
"The world knows that the movement of the five stars corresponds to the five constant virtues; the five luminaries and five manifestations, the Twenty-Five Lineages, are the only path to immortality."
"However."
"The great Dao has three thousand paths; how could it be limited to the number twenty-five?"
The scene shifted.
Chaos had just opened; the clear Qi rose, and the turbid Qi sank.
Between heaven and earth, there was no such thing as the Five Elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—nor were there those strict rules of Rank.
There were giant beasts inhaling and exhaling the sun and moon, their bodies becoming mountains and rivers.
There were divine birds spreading their wings, blotting out the sun and sky, soaring ninety thousand miles straight up.
There were living beings born with innate knowledge, controlling wind and thunder, commanding the four seasons.
"When heaven and earth first opened, all things had spirits, and all spirits had a Dao. The Dao was in the mountains and rivers, the Dao was in the plants and trees, the Dao was in the birds, beasts, insects, and fish."
"The True Dragon clan was born in response to the opening of heaven and earth."
"We were born as the Dao; we ourselves are a part of the Law of this heaven and earth."
Jiang Yuechu watched as a giant Dragon, whose length was unknown but spanned tens of thousands of miles, tumbled in the sea of clouds in the scene.
Every breath it took was the rising and falling of a tide.
The scene shifted abruptly.
Above the starry sky, five great stars suddenly lit up, shining with boundless brilliance, suppressing all other faint starlight.
"Until... the five stars descended."
"The five luminaries appeared in the world, stabilizing the universe."
"They formulated the rules, divided Yin and Yang, and established the Five Elements."
"Those who follow them prosper; those who oppose them perish."
"They said, 'If you do not become one of the five luminaries, you do not enter the true stream.'"
"Thus."
"Those who mastered the Six Harmonies and Six Clashes were annihilated."
"Those who bore the Three Origins and Nine Palaces died."
"We, the True Dragon clan, were born free and unwilling to be controlled by the five luminaries, therefore..."
The scene shattered.
The giant Dragon fell, its Dragon blood spilling across the firmament, turning into a torrential rain of blood.
The Primordial Era, originally filled with ten thousand races and a hundred schools of thought contending, ended in dead silence under the strangulation of the five-colored divine light.
Only the twenty-five paths that had already been paved hung high in the sky, coldly looking down upon all living things.
"However..."
"We may have died, our souls dissipated, and our bones rotted."
"But we have never submitted."
"They usurped the Dao, claimed to be the orthodox, demoted us to the status of fur-clad, horned, wet-born, and egg-hatched creatures, and cut off our path to Ascension."
"Descendant from future generations."
"You bear Dragon scales, your aura is mixed, and although you are not of pure blood, you are the only one capable of awakening my remnant will."
"I ask you now."
"Are you willing to inherit the Dao Lineage of our True Dragon clan, accept this Dao Lineage, and on our behalf, rebuild the Dragon Court and slaughter your way to the Nine Heavens?"
"As long as you nod."
"The ten thousand years of accumulation within this Dragon Washing Pool, the essence of the True Dragon's remains, will all belong to you."
"Of course."
"After this, you will be an anomaly in this world."
"The five luminaries will surely kill you, and the orthodox will surely execute you."
"You will be an enemy to the whole world, with every step fraught with lethal intent."
"Do you... dare or not?"
The voice fell silent.
Within the Chaos, there was no more sound, as if waiting for the young girl's choice.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her head slightly and did not answer immediately.
In her heart, she was calculating rapidly.
According to the Primordial secrets she had just seen, this so-called orthodox five luminaries certainly sounded like bandits occupying mountains and declaring themselves kings.
But what did these things... have to do with her?
She was originally of the Human Race!
Whoever offers the most benefits is the one with the truth.
Being a dog for the five luminaries would even depend on whether they would accept her.
It would be better to take this True Dragon inheritance and Ascend the Tower in one step.
As for being an enemy to the whole world...
Anyway, she had already killed quite a few people along her journey; what would a few more Star Lords matter?
However...
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly.
This deal sounded profitable, but this True Dragon remnant will was perhaps a bit too generous.
She was essentially of the Human Race.
If she accepted this so-called Dao Lineage, would she be subjected to Possession?
Or would she completely transform into the Yao Race, never to return?
If she couldn't even be human anymore, what would be the point of this immortality?
She raised her head, about to open her mouth to haggle—even asking for more details would be good.
"That..."
Boom—!!!
Before the words could leave her mouth, a sudden change occurred in the depths of her Sea of Consciousness.
The hundred demons compendium, which had been silent all along, began to tremble violently without any warning.
Hum—
Golden light erupted from the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, instantly sweeping through the entire Chaos.
Jiang Yuechu seemed to hear a cold snort.
Although she didn't know who emitted it, the domineering nature within it was absolutely real.
Crack.
The galaxy before her eyes instantly shattered.
Along with it, the True Dragon's remnant will, which hadn't even had time to react, was kicked out like a stray dog on the roadside.
Dragon Washing Pool.
The seventh-floor grand hall.
The brilliance dissipated.
Jiang Yuechu's hand was still pressed onto the stone platform.
The cyan jade coiled-Dragon sculpture before her eyes still retained its luster.
Only those Dragon eyes, which originally contained immense pressure, were now completely dim, without a trace of spirit.
Jiang Yuechu blinked.
She retracted her hand somewhat stiffly.
She lowered her head to look at her palm, then looked at the sculpture in front of her that seemed to have turned into ordinary stone.
That's... it?
No way.
At least let the person finish speaking, right?
She hadn't agreed yet, nor had she refused.
Why did it just... flip the table directly?
Jiang Yuechu's mouth twitched slightly.
She tentatively called out to the System in her heart.
There was no response.
Only a line of text appeared on the system panel.
[Detected incomplete Yao demon Dao Lineage, forcibly collected.]
"..."
Jiang Yuechu was silent for a long time.
Fine then.
Simple and crude.
This is very System-like.