"Who said this match among the top ten groups' bouts would be the most boring?" "Indeed. The previous fight, where Xiao Fengxiong and Guo Lei clashed using the Dragon-Subduing Palm against each other, was quite thrilling, but this battle, unleashing over thirty true dragons all at once, is certainly thrilling too." "Dragons. Outside of the Central Heavenly Dynasty, finding even one is difficult, yet here we have thirty true dragons appearing simultaneously." "The White Dragon is truly beautiful," a female cultivator murmured, her eyes forming hearts.

"The Red Dragon's flames are truly magnificent. If we could master such flames, traversing the entirety of Qi State would be effortless," remarked someone from a fire-cultivation sect in the region known as Qi State. "What formation is this Green Dragon employing?

A dragon formation! If we could glean even a fraction of it, the benefits would be boundless," mused a member of a talisman-focused sect from Tian State. "The claws of the Black Dragon...

if they could be integrated with our Tiger Claw technique, it would forge an astonishing art," pondered a high monk from the Great Dahua Temple in Qin State. He primarily cultivated the Great Dahua Tiger Claw Hand, yet while finding it formidable, he perceived its weaknesses. Witnessing the Black Dragon's talons, he experienced sudden enlightenment, beginning a path of realization to create the seventy-fourth ultimate skill for his temple—the Great Dahua Dragon Claw Hand—which he resolved must surpass the Tiger Claw Hand.

White Dragon! Red Dragon! Black Dragon!

Green Dragon! Two! Four!

Eight! Sixteen! The dragons raise their heads, swing their tails, glide, and tumble.

No matter the color or posture, every dragon was utterly mighty! Utterly perfect! Every form, every strike of the dragons, was analyzed into countless details, sparking endless contemplation among the cultivators, instigating the innovation of innumerable techniques.

Even these cultivators couldn't help but feel the overwhelming power of the dragons. Every attack from a true dragon contained infinite mysteries, the secrets of the cosmos, compelling these cultivators toward deeper understanding. A single true dragon is this powerful.

It can inspire cultivators to conceive so many new techniques. Among the billions of spectators, perhaps very few would dare claim to be superior to a true dragon. And now, Lu Yuan faces no fewer than thirty true dragons!

Thirty true dragons! For Lu Yuan to stand against thirty true dragons without defeat—how profound must his arcane power have become? How unfathomable his swordsmanship?

Alas, in the setting of this small county town, the void above is a churning mass of dragons, obscuring Lu Yuan completely. Only the rarest, sharp, profound sword-light flashes briefly into view. However, even that single flash of sharp, profound sword-light is enough for the sword masters studying the Water Mirror Art to dissect for ages, uncovering many profound secrets.

The cultivators of the Southern Territory feel a shared sense of honor. Indeed, those from Mount Hua are immensely proud, and even those who are not feel a great sense of prestige; to be one of the top ten in the Hundred States Assessment—how powerful one must be! In the future, speaking of Lu Yuan will grant them considerable status before others.

But what is the current situation? Is Lu Yuan in danger now? The turmoil of dragons fills the view of the Water Mirror Art, so much so that even Lu Yuan cannot be seen, making it impossible to discern which side currently holds the advantage.

The small county town, the setting sun casts blood-red light. It bathes the writhing, churning mass of dragons. Thirty true dragons, each dozens of feet long, twist and move.

The White Dragon is proud, the Red Dragon fierce, the Black Dragon mighty, the Green Dragon mysterious—all manner of dragons coil together. Fu Chong still sits on the city wall, but the confident composure and smugness he possessed at the start have vanished. Others may not grasp the current dynamics, but as the owner of the Heavenly Dragon Sculpture magic artifact, he knows the reality: thirty true dragons have failed to subdue Lu Yuan.

This is utterly unbelievable. With no other choice, he pours forth ten-tenths of his arcane power. As this maximum power surges, thirty-two purple dragons spiral out from the Heavenly Dragon Sculpture.

These purple dragons appear with immense nobility. They stare coldly at Lu Yuan for a moment, realizing this insect-like lifeform dares to fight thirty opponents alone, and anger flares. They charge toward Lu Yuan.

Up to this point, a total of sixty-two true dragons are attacking Lu Yuan. Fu Chong has finally deployed his ultimate card: sixty-two true dragons! These sixty-two dragons were originally intended for Xiao Fengxiong, but now they are aimed at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan, you should feel honored, even though you are destined to lose before sixty-two true dragons. At this moment, Fu Chong finally observes that Lu Yuan’s figure has stopped moving; he remains stationary, his long sword weaving in a circle with himself as the epicenter. The sixty-two true dragons move!

But this time, they do not obey Fu Chong’s will; instead, the sixty-two true dragons ceaselessly collide, circling Lu Yuan as the center point. Still no effect on Lu Yuan? Fu Chong looks up to the sky and spits out a mouthful of blood.

What is happening? Eighteen true dragons were enough to defeat Murong Huangfu, yet now, sixty-two dragons cannot touch Lu Yuan. How can this be?

However, at this juncture, Fu Chong has no choice but to stake everything. He throws his head back and swallows a pill. This pill is also from the Central Heavenly Dynasty, named the Longevity-Madness Pill—a drug that burns life force to enhance arcane power, unavailable outside the Central Heavenly Dynasty.

Fu Chong, at the seventh level of the Great Dao Realm, possesses only three thousand years of lifespan; increasing his longevity requires reaching the Chaos Cave Realm. Consuming this pill instantly burns five hundred years of his life. He feels so distressed he could vomit blood, but eliminating Lu Yuan takes precedence.

In an instant, sixty-four blue dragons surge forth from the Heavenly Dragon Sculpture. The blue dragons, imbued with boundless mystery, emerge. This is the final recourse of the Heavenly Dragon Sculpture.

After unleashing these sixty-four blue dragons, a fissure appears across the Heavenly Dragon Sculpture itself. One hundred and twenty-six true dragons! Who can stand against this?

The small stage of the small county town is packed solid with true dragons, not an inch of space empty of dragons—dragon shadows, dragon heads, dragon roars, dragon tail-swings everywhere. At this moment, let alone ordinary spectators, even Zhou Zhongyong is shaken. He casts a meaningful glance toward Nalan De.

Nalan De stands with his hands behind his back, offering no comment. In the small arena of the small county town, one hundred and twenty-six true dragons dance wildly. The resulting pressure is terrifyingly immense.

But immediately, an unseen force manifests. This force guides the one hundred and twenty-six true dragons, causing them to circle Lu Yuan, who remains the center point, colliding against each other endlessly. The Power of Samsara!

Lu Yuan looks toward Fu Chong and speaks lightly, "Is this all the dragons your Heavenly Dragon Sculpture can produce? Are there no more?" Lu Yuan’s casual question causes Fu Chong to spit out another mouthful of blood. Having already consumed the Longevity-Madness Pill, the combined shock and fury turn his hair entirely white in an instant—not graying slowly, but turning white all at once.

He cannot help his fury; having sacrificed five hundred years of life to unleash the maximum of one hundred and twenty-six true dragons, Lu Yuan meets it with a nonchalant query: "Is that all the dragons you have?" If he weren't preoccupied with controlling the true dragons, he would surely faint from anger. By now, the sound-silencing artifact Fu Chong deployed has undoubtedly been shattered by the one hundred and twenty-six true dragons. This statement can also be heard through the Water Mirror Art.

In an instant, Zhou Zhongyong is stunned. Although he is the sovereign of the Great Yong Kingdom and accustomed to grand spectacles, even he is left momentarily speechless. How can this fellow be even more ferocious than the ancient Yan Cangtian?

Lu Yuan is an unparalleled genius; his future potential surely cannot be less than Xiao Fengxiong or Fu Ying. Nalan De’s expression remains unchanged, but a deeper look reveals his hands trembling within his sleeves. As the second sovereign of the Great Yong Kingdom, he has little to fear, but he trembles from sheer rage.

Zhuo Lingyun stands with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling. Interesting. The successor of Zhou Qingxuan's lineage is truly fascinating.

Xiao Fengxiong laughs heartily. He had shared wine with Lu Yuan and knew Lu Yuan was powerful. Interesting.

He actually regrets facing Guo Ni instead; clashing his Twenty-Eight Dragon-Subduing Palms against these one hundred and twenty-six true dragons would have been truly exhilarating. Murong Huangfu is dumbfounded. He had always believed he could suppress Lu Yuan, ever since they met at Yue Lu Mountain.

But now he realizes, without noticing, Lu Yuan has risen above him, surpassing him. It is a defeat that brings a deep sense of helplessness. Shi Fei Xian stands with her hands behind her back.

Though a woman, her mastery of the sword is profound. Yet, she now finds this young man's sword mastery to be even higher than her own. Her Color-and-Emptiness Sword, still sheathed, vibrates restlessly.

Shi Fei Xian knows this sword intimately; the Color-and-Emptiness Sword is reputed to be the strongest spirit sword! Mo Ziming now views his elder brother, Mo Zihe, as an utter fool for provoking such a person. Mo Ziming and Mo Zihe shared no deep brotherly affection; Mo Zihe’s death means nothing to him.

And the countless people watching through the Water Mirror Art are all marveling at how spectacular this battle is. No other fight, however brilliant, has featured so many true dragons. Seeing so many dragons now, and facing them, Lu Yuan still utters, "Is that all the dragons you have?" He is incredibly dashing.

The people of Jin State are collectively worshipping Lu Yuan now. In truth, without mastering the Samsara Sword Dao, facing over thirty dragons would have been the limit, achieving perhaps double the success he had against Murong Huangfu. But having mastered Samsara, nothing else matters beneath it.

All things cycle—everything is governed by the heart. As long as Samsara has control, no opponent, no matter how strong, can be his match. This is Samsara!

As Lu Yuan controlled the one hundred and twenty-six true dragons using the Power of Samsara, a piece of data suddenly flashed through his mind. This data concerned the Ten Transformations of the Cloud Dragon. It was said that after mastering the Nine Transformations of the Cloud Dragon, reaching the Tenth Transformation required not only arcane power at the seventh level of the Great Dao Realm but also a True Dragon Soul Essence (Zhen Long Po).

To condense one's primordial spirit using the True Dragon Soul Essence, thereby achieving the final transformation, the Tenth Transformation: Cloud Dragon Transformation. He had previously wondered where to seek the True Dragon Soul Essence, but now the answer was clear. Where else would the True Dragon Soul Essence come from?

With so many true dragons delivering themselves to his doorstep, if he didn't seize the True Dragon Soul Essence now, when would he?