With a cold sneer as they rushed forward, Chen Feng pressed down, and the entire space seemed to lock down, leaving everyone struggling fruitlessly. "Explode!" Chen Feng clenched his palm abruptly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Nine successive explosions annihilated the nine revered Undead Deities entirely. "It seems the absence of the Heavenly Tribulation's constraints leaves fewer reservations!" Chen Feng mused coolly, collecting the Divine Cores from the fallen.

Since he destroyed the Profound Heaven Astral Array, the God Realm and the Mortal Realm had successfully connected.

Now, no matter the magnitude of the power unleashed, it wouldn't draw down the lightning tribulations.

This meant he could fight without restraint, employing his absolute strongest capabilities.

Of course, the explanation from the Fist Emperor for this was straightforward: the moment the God Realm and the Mortal Realm became indistinguishable was the moment the great war would commence.

Looking at the situation now, it seemed the Great War of the Gods was about to start again! He placed the strange object obtained from the Big-Headed Deity in his palm.

It resembled a jade tablet, yet it felt icy cold to the touch, forged from some unknown metal.

It was covered in minute engravings, several times finer than a strand of hair, tracing out a bizarre diagram. "That Big-Headed Deity said this was left behind by Yan Long.

Given the intricacy of these markings, it might truly be his handiwork!" Chen Feng formed an initial judgment and carefully examined it with his divine sense.

Upon doing so, a look of profound shock immediately surfaced on his face.

The markings, which had seemed finer than a hair's breadth, were actually composed of countless characters arranged together! If he hadn't used his divine sense to observe, he never would have noticed! "What incredible forging technique!" Chen Feng muttered inwardly.

In his previous life, casting characters that fine was extremely difficult, let alone for the artisans of this era! He quickly scanned the minute script and a smile spread across his face.

These tiny words indeed recorded something resembling a strategic deployment, vaguely referencing matters concerning the War of the Gods, even mentioning the possibility of the Deities escaping through transit.

Yet, Chen Feng knew this absolutely could not be a genuine strategic deployment! "Oh, Yan Long, Yan Long, you are truly clever!" Chen Feng sighed while clutching the 'jade tablet': "If my guess is correct, this object isn't far from the truth, but you changed the final step.

Or rather, you created this object specifically for someone else to obtain it, leading them to misunderstand your true objective!" "Feigning a frontal advance while secretly moving through a hidden path! What a brilliant stratagem!" Chen Feng chuckled. "Actually, I could discern this not because I know the outcome, but because 'you didn't write it in Han characters!'" Since Chen Feng first encountered Yan Long, he knew the being was immensely cautious, almost always resorting to Han characters when dealing with secrets.

Not using them here meant he clearly intended to mislead people. "With the Divine Cores acquired, the world is about to descend into chaos.

It's time to awaken Elder Yan Long!" Chen Feng sighed deeply, his body flickering as he vanished from the spot.

…………………… "I'm taking a trip to the Dragon Domain.

You all guard this magic array and prevent anyone from attacking it!" Chen Feng returned to his legion, casually tossing down a Free Teleportation Array, and addressed White and the others. "We understand, Chief!" White and the others saluted with cupped fists.

Chen Feng nodded and slowly stepped into the array.

With a flash of light, he appeared outside the Dragon Domain.

When Chen Feng first obtained the Free Teleportation Array, he had asked the Great Elder Long Yi to take one back.

Fearing the array might not penetrate the illusionary formation outside the Dragon Domain, he had left the one he held outside. "Lord Dragon God!" The Dragon Clan members guarding the formation immediately knelt as Chen Feng approached. "Take me to the Dragon Domain!" Chen Feng stated calmly.

Since reaching the Divine Rank, his state of mind had shifted.

In the presence of a Divine Rank, all beings, whether uncultivated or at the Saint Domain, were no different from ants.

Every word spoken by a Divine Rank carried immense majesty that brooked no resistance.

Thus, having ascended to the Divine Rank, he had grown tired of needing to deliberate over every action as before.

Sometimes, decisions simply needed to be voiced.

Deliberation was for those of equal standing; the strong only issued commands! "Yes, Lord Dragon God!" The guarding Dragon Clan disciples were visibly excited and immediately led the way, flying toward the Dragon Domain.

…………………… Long Yi stood inside his chamber, intently studying something, his face periodically showing a flicker of confusion.

A plaque hung outside his door bearing two large characters: "Seclusion!" No one knew that his so-called seclusion wasn't cultivation, but research into the Purple Qiong Vine Fruit that Chen Feng had given him.

The Purple Qiong Vine Fruit could elevate someone at the peak of the Ninth Level directly to the Saint Domain.

However, the Dragon Domain housed too many dragons, and even the abundance provided by the Lord Dragon God was insufficient! So, he hoped to research whether the fruit could be cultivated, ensuring a perpetual supply of such a precious resource.

He had been secluded for a month, running countless experiments, yet still hadn't grasped the key.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Just then, violent knocking suddenly echoed from the door. "Didn't you see the sign that reads Seclusion? Dare to disturb me at this moment! Whoever you are, whatever your reason, I will smash your skull!" Long Yi stormed out in a rage.

The moment he flung the door open, all his fury seemed instantly extinguished by a pail of cold water, his throat constricting as if a fishbone were lodged there, making his words slurred. "Lord...

Dragon God!" Seeing Long Yi in such a state—hardly the majestic Great Elder—Chen Feng smiled faintly. "Summon the other Elders.

I am going to initiate the opening of the [Yan Long Secret Canon] to activate the Yan Long bloodline within me!" Chen Feng had reached the Divine Rank through techniques derived from the Fist Emperor, meaning the Yan Long bloodline within him had not been pushed to its limit; it remained dormant.

Ling Feng had activated the ultimate attack of the Fire Phoenix bloodline, gaining the ability to transform into the true Fire Phoenix form.

If Chen Feng activated his bloodline, he too could transform into the true Yan Long form. "Now...

wait?" The Great Elder suddenly cried out, "Lord Dragon God...

you've reached the Divine Rank?" Chen Feng, seeing his astonishment, smiled and nodded.

Long Yi, at the peak of the Saint Domain, already had one foot in the Divine Realm and was intimately familiar with the aura emitted by a Divine Rank master.

It was unsurprising he could detect Chen Feng's ascension. "Activating the Yan Long bloodline at the Saint Domain level could potentially lead to the Divine Rank, but...

having already reached the Divine Rank, activating the bloodline offers significantly diminished returns!" Long Yi couldn't help but remark. "You don't need to concern yourself with that.

Prepare the Sacrificial Altar, clear out all extraneous personnel! You are to be ready when I say so!" Chen Feng wasted no further words.

Long Yi could only nod and hastily made the arrangements.

In no time, everything was prepared.

Chen Feng met with the other three Elders, and they proceeded onto the Sacrificial Altar.

He had visited the Dragon Domain before, but never ascended this platform.

Now, upon stepping onto it, he immediately sensed something unusual.

At the center of the altar was a circular metal block protruding about a meter from the ground, resembling a massive dais.

From the outside, it appeared normal, but Chen Feng, with his profound cultivation, swept his divine sense across it and discovered the artifice.

Beneath the metal platform was a gate similar to the one at the Fist Emperor's location—a spatial gate! A spatial gate was entirely different from a teleportation array; it was a portal connected directly to the spatial turbulence.

The Fist Emperor’s gate linked to the Profound Heaven Demon Palace.

Where did this one, set up by Yan Long, lead? He glanced at the Great Elder standing below but decided against asking.

He surmised that Long Yi didn't know either.

For anyone below the Divine Rank, entering the spatial turbulence meant certain death unless one followed a predetermined path.

Therefore, if Yan Long had set up such a portal, he certainly wouldn't have informed Long Yi. "Lord Dragon God, are you ready?" Long Yi asked. "Ready!" Chen Feng stepped onto the circular platform and nodded. "The sacrifice ritual begins now! Lord Dragon God, please cut your finger and place the blood into the blood groove on the platform!" Long Yi roared.

Chen Feng looked down and indeed saw strange markings etched across the circular platform beneath his feet, resembling grooves for blood.

Knowing this was some kind of specialized magic array, Chen Feng hesitated no longer.

He extended a finger, and the power of the Great Universe sliced open his knuckle.

Drops of crimson blood slowly flowed along the grooves.

Clink...

As the blood filled the grooves, the entire system instantly radiated countless golden rays, and waves of energy churned simultaneously in the air. "Ignite the flames!" Long Yi shouted again.

Boom! Great plumes of fierce flames suddenly erupted from the perimeter of the Sacrificial Altar, instantly engulfing the entire platform.

Since Yan Long was named 'Flame Dragon,' his ascent naturally required the companionship of fire.

Therefore, activating the bloodline necessitated the power of flame.

Indeed, as soon as the flames rose, Chen Feng felt a searing heat, as if the blood within him was boiling.

A being at the Saint Domain level would likely have already died in agony, but Chen Feng felt not a single spark of pain.

Roar...

Suddenly, a massive roar echoed from the sky.

The blood Chen Feng had etched onto the platform abruptly surged upward, transforming into a gigantic golden dragon! "Lord Dragon God, merge with the bloodline in the sky!" Long Yi's voice rang out once more.

As long as Chen Feng flew into the sky now and merged with the golden dragon, the bloodline activation would be successful, allowing him to transform into a dragon.

The activation process itself usually consumed the most time: the fusion, which could take a month, half a year, or even a year.

Chen Feng smiled faintly, ignoring Long Yi’s instruction to fly up.

Instead, he flipped his wrist and brought out ten Divine Cores and one Demon Core.

This Demon Core was the one that had previously contained the residual soul of Yan Long.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! In an instant, he hurled the Demon Core and the Divine Cores into the body of the golden dragon in the sky! Boom...

The golden dragon thrashed violently in the air, seemingly coming alive, instantly releasing boundless oppressive might and imposing aura.

Chen Feng watched the transformation of the dragon in the sky and smiled faintly. "It seems your bloodline can still reconstruct your body, Yan Long.

Or perhaps I should call you Big Ice.

How long did you intend to hide this from me?"