Chapter 113: The Golden Dragon Cultivator

“Is this the human cultivator wanted across the entire ocean?” In the depths of the sea, a young cultivator asked, “Has such an outstanding figure emerged among the humans?”

At the grand hall’s main seat, a middle-aged cultivator wearing a golden crown replied, “This person must have connections to the Upper Realm. When the Divine Turtle clan was wiped out with a single strike, it was surely the work of a powerful being from the Upper Realm! And this cultivator was present at that time!”

The young cultivator nodded, “Perhaps a successor of that powerful being from the Upper Realm. That would explain why it’s not so easy to kill him! Is this why the Golden Dragon clan dares not act rashly?”

The golden-crowned cultivator nodded with a bitter smile, “There are many outstanding young talents in the Golden Dragon clan, and the clan itself is strong enough. But provoking a powerful being from the Upper Realm is still not something one can withstand with a mere slap!”

The young cultivator agreed. No faction dares to provoke an Upper Realm power. Only a power from the Upper Realm can deal with another. Whether the Golden Dragon clan has such a power in the Upper Realm is unknown. Even if they do, communication is impossible.

The young cultivator asked, “So, you want me to go take a look?”

“If you get the chance, kill him!”

“If I want to, I can create the chance even if none exists!” The young cultivator said confidently. “Where is he?”

The golden-crowned cultivator pointed downward. “In the Void Secret Realm!”

The young cultivator hesitated, “My cultivation won’t even be accepted there!”

“I know. Just go whenever you have time to check it out.” The golden-crowned cultivator smiled bitterly.

The young cultivator nodded and turned to leave. Suddenly, he stopped, turned back, and said, “Better not here. It’ll be easier to deal with him when he returns to the mainland!”

The golden-crowned cultivator looked troubled. “Then I’ll try to restrain the young Golden Dragons in the clan.”

Within the secret realm, Su Yizhao sat cross-legged in midair.

What kind of realm was this? It felt like an endless vast starry sky, boundless and infinite!

Time seemed to pass unnoticed, and space felt nonexistent.

Yet the information from the Azure Dragon was clear: this realm was for comprehending the laws of space!

Su Yizhao punched toward the starry sky.

His fist seemed to pierce through countless dimensions, instantly appearing in the distance.

But it also felt as if it remained in place, never actually striking out.

His chest felt stifled.

Such a contradictory sensation was truly uncomfortable!

Unwilling to give in, he moved his mind, and nine flying swords shot out in an instant.

Amid the boundless stars, thousands of sword lights scattered.

Yet in such an immense starry sky, even thousands of sword lights were insignificant.

Su Yizhao continuously pushed his profound energy, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and the perfected “Heaven and Earth Sword Technique” erupted.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!”

The technique drove the sword lights to their limit, and they stabbed like meteors into the depths of the starry sky.

Suddenly,

The sword lights vanished deep within the starry sky.

In his spiritual sense, the nine flying swords disappeared instantly.

Su Yizhao was stunned!

He spun around sharply to see the nine flying swords suddenly appeared behind him, thrusting fiercely.

He quickly called them to stop!

The nine flying swords glinted coldly, less than a foot from his face.

With a wave of his hand, the swords returned to his storage ring.

“Cough!”

His chest felt unbearably tight. He coughed lightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth!

Damn it!

He had nearly become the first cultivator killed by his own flying swords!

This feeling was truly unbearable!

So far, yet so close!

Such contradiction!

Su Yizhao pondered for a moment, closed his eyes, wiped the blood from his lips, and gradually began to sense and resolve this contradiction within.

……

At the southwestern border, by the coast.

“Get lost!” A young cultivator stood barefoot on the beach, gazing out to the deep sea, his back facing over a hundred cultivators.

Those cultivators stepped back two paces at his fierce shout.

Leading them were Zeng Ziping and Lang Fengchun, who exchanged a glance full of fear.

Lang Fengchun asked, “Who are you?”

The young cultivator didn’t even turn his head. “Get lost! You’re not qualified to ask me. Go find the elite disciples of the Xuantian Sect!”

Zeng Ziping’s anger flared. He raised the giant sword on his shoulder and slashed down, shouting, “Ten Thousand Forgings Slash!”

Suddenly, above the young cultivator, ten thousand giant swords appeared, striking down with the force to cleave mountains!

At that moment, the young man turned his head and let out a deafening roar, “Ao~!”

The ten thousand swords vanished instantly!

Lang Fengchun struggled to say, “Golden Dragon, Golden Dragon clan! Retreat!”

Before he could finish, a massive golden dragon head appeared, and over a hundred cultivators fled in terror.

The Golden Dragon clan, like the Xuantian Sect, was formidable.

Only the elite disciples of the Xuantian Sect dared to challenge the Golden Dragon.

Lang Fengchun watched the young cultivator’s retreating figure and hastily withdrew.

“What’s it waiting for?” Zeng Ziping asked.

Lang Fengchun shook his head. “Who knows?”

“Could it be him?”

“Who?”

Zeng Ziping hesitated. “The Azure Dragon swordsman, Su Yizhao!”

Lang Fengchun trembled all over.

It was definitely possible!

The Azure Dragon swordsman was still in the sea, and this Golden Dragon likely had encountered him before, suffered a crushing defeat, and now sought revenge!

The two retreated swiftly.

Though their names ranked high on the Heavenly Ranking, making them elite disciples of the Xuantian Sect, unfortunately, it was not yet their time.

With this Golden Dragon guarding the coast, human and demon cultivators alike withdrew.

Thus, the young disciples of both races ended their clashes for the time being.

Sanwu City had expanded over tenfold.

All mortals and cultivators below the Six-God Realm were gathered within the city.

The Shade Soul Forbidden Domain lay right ahead.

Beyond the Shade Soul Forbidden Domain was the prosperous Eastern World.

There, resources were abundant, cultivation systems complete—a true sanctuary for cultivators.

But alas!

None could break through.

Countless mortals and cultivators below the Six-God Realm had tried; all met death with no exception.

A sense of despair engulfed Sanwu City, with hundreds of millions of cultivators and mortals lifeless.

Seeing cultivators above the Seven-God Realm leaving in droves only deepened their fear.

Without their protection, what if the demon cultivators returned?

Begging, kneeling, even promising to serve as beasts of burden after escape—none could convince a cultivator to escort them out.

One reason was insufficient strength.

The other was unwillingness!

Such was the harshness of the cultivation world!

“Master, please try. Don’t worry about us anymore!”

“No! Master, don’t abandon us!”

On Cheng Jiajiao’s stunningly beautiful face was a wave of despair.

Looking into the hollow eyes of Mu Qingqing and Huang Rong’er, she covered her face and wept.

Cultivators at the Six-God Realm could try, but few survived.

Because they lacked soul cultivation!

The Shade Soul Forbidden Domain attacked the spirit; if one could not endure, the mild result was becoming an idiot, the worst was immediate soul shattering.

She stood up, gazing toward the deep sea.

The two women seemed to regain their senses and also stood.

“Will he come back?”

“If he returns, will he be able to take us away?”

Tears shimmered on their faces.

That once ordinary youth had, unexpectedly, become their greatest hope...