"Indeed, he was the contingency plan left by the Ancestor. After so many years of accumulation, his power must have reached its apex; it is time for him to emerge!" Another Daoist, clad in purple robes, known as Daoist Yuanxu, spoke at the same time...

Seeing the expressions of his fellow Daoists, Daoist Qingxu sighed softly. Fate is immutable; perhaps this is the destiny of the Dragon Clan lineage...

"Issue the decree..." Daoist Xuanxu, dressed in white, finally made the decision...

The others all nodded in agreement. Only Daoist Qingxu's face betrayed a flicker of reluctance; the other four wore expressions of utter detachment. Simultaneously, they pointed towards the sky, and five beams of light shot out, plunging directly into the heavens. Immediately, the sky erupted in dazzling brilliance...

"Aooooo, Aooooo, Aooooo, Aooooo..." A colossal dragon roar instantly echoed across the land. Below the mountain peaks, tens of thousands of Celestial Dragons, already gathered in anticipation, lifted their heads and roared skyward in unison...

What a magnificent spectacle it was! Thousands upon thousands of giant dragons, the shortest spanning tens of zhang, the longest stretching for ten thousand zhang. Their bodies were like ramparts of a fortress. Every single dragon appeared astonishingly vigorous, and the most fervent light ignited within their eyes...

Golden ripples spread outwards. Even the divine beasts residing in the Celestial Realm—be they Phoenixes or Qilins—felt the immense Dragon Clan aura and found their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Even the celestial beings, with their flowing robes, retreated far away from such oppressive might at this moment...

At this juncture, a Celestial Dragon exceeding one hundred thousand zhang in length, covered entirely in golden scales, flew out from the throng. Its body instantly burst forth with golden light, transforming into a man of powerful build and handsome visage, who stepped onto the gathering clouds...

He emanated an absolute, formidable aura belonging to the Juexian Realm—a level of power equivalent to that of a Zhou-grade master...

"Dragon Clan Chief Ao Feng receives the command!" Without unnecessary pleasantries, the man bowed deeply towards the mountaintop. Immediately, a golden Fangtian Huaji materialized in his hand. With a sweep across the void, a massive rift tore open before him, and he stepped directly through...

The tens of thousands of Celestial Dragons behind him followed suit, pouring into the aperture without the slightest hesitation. They had dwelled in the Celestial Realm for far too long; the prolonged peace had grown utterly tedious. Now, receiving the decree that the demons who were driven out had reappeared in the mortal world, they were tasked with descending to slay them. How could these Dragon Clan warriors not be exhilarated?

Behind the myriad dragons stood countless figures in golden armor, arrayed densely—these were the very same Golden Armored Warriors who had once stood beside Xuanyuan Jing. Astonishingly, every single one possessed a cultivation level of the Tian-grade. Looking out upon them, there were easily tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of Celestial Immortals—what terrifying power was this? Leading this contingent of Golden Armored Warriors was none other than Xuanyuan Jing, clad in purple armor, with the four Huang-grade masters still positioned by his side.

His own cultivation remained only at the Tian-grade, just shy of the Huang-grade. Yet, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand pulsed with a potent aura that, by its very presence, completely suppressed the combined power emanating from the tens of thousands gathered behind him...

Watching the Dragon Clan warriors stream past, an unusual light flickered in Xuanyuan Jing's eyes. He gently caressed the purple silk robe draped over his body—a magic vestment bestowed upon him by his Master, Daoist Yuanxu, one of the current supreme leaders of the Celestial Realm. This robe was, in fact, Daoist Yuanxu's own life-bound artifact...

Xuanyuan Jing knew exactly how powerful his Master was. His ancestor, Xuanyuan Jue, having suffered grievous injuries, was effortlessly healed by his Master and subsequently became his retainer. And he himself had been accepted as a disciple by his Master...

The memory of that fateful opportunity, coupled with the sights he had witnessed in the Celestial Realm these past days, sent a shudder through Xuanyuan Jing. It all felt like a dream...

However, this dream seemed on the verge of ending...

He sensed, vaguely, that dispatching so many dragons against the Abyss Demons was part of a grand conspiracy. Yet, what he knew was far too little, too sparse. Even with such an inkling, he could do nothing to alter the course.

He distinctly recalled the final words Daoist Yuanxu had imparted: "If the situation turns perilous, leave immediately!"

Glancing at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, now understanding its true origin, Xuanyuan Jing let out a heavy sigh. He followed closely behind the Dragon Clan, plunging into the rift. He understood that his role in this venture was merely to act out a part; only the mindless puppet warriors behind him were destined for utter annihilation...

As the Dragon Clan and the Golden Armored Warriors gradually disappeared, the carefree Immortals soaring among the clouds showed peculiar expressions. Such an event had not occurred in the Celestial Realm for a very long time. Had something transpired in the lower world?

The passage opened, and Xuanyuan Jing and his entourage arrived in a place rich with spiritual energy but devoid of any sentient life. However, another contingent of dragons awaited them there. After merging with this dragon army, they proceeded at full speed toward the lower realm.

This place was the Celestial Heaven discovered by the ancestors of the Guhua Continent. However, the Celestial Heaven once comprised thirty-three layers; this was but the first...

Under the leadership of Dragon Clan Chief Ao Feng, the mighty dragons tore through the void and arrived in the mortal realm...

Before Storm City, Ye Jingyu and the others wore expressions of absolute despair. Facing seven Demon Lords, they held no chance of victory, even with the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Chi You Banner, or the Heaven-Overturning Seal in his possession.

When facing an absolute disparity in power, there was no room for trickery. Against the seven great Lords, even if they attacked together, they would be unable to inflict even a scratch upon a single one...

This was his intuition, and he trusted it completely.

But, must they simply surrender now?

Just then, a massive dragon roar reverberated across the entirety of the sky. Ye Jingyu and the others froze momentarily. Then, following the source of the sound, they looked up and saw a colossal golden dragon shadow piercing through the sky. Yes, just as a person steps through a doorway, it emerged, followed instantly by a second, a third, a fourth...

A dense legion of Celestial Dragons appeared one after another in the firmament, like a thick, golden layer of cloud...

Ye Jingyu was stunned. Liang Xiaoke was dumbfounded. Luo Ruofeng was mesmerized...

Everyone stared blankly at the spectacle—Dragons? The legendary Dragon Clan?

The true Dragon Clan, the purest lineage of dragons...

(Uhm, a brother asked if the Battle Soul saga is ending. I want to clarify here: it is far from over. It will take until the end of the year at least to conclude! The subsequent events will be even more magnificent and surprising than you can imagine, hehe!)