: The Dragon Divides into Four Seas and Enters Buzhou Mountain

Chapter 8 Dragons Divide the Four Seas, Entering Buzhou

Faced with Qinglong's question, Guiyi's heart stirred.

"I knew being a Dragon Master wouldn't be easy, and acquiring spiritual treasures wouldn't be easy either."

To ponder.

A short while later, the tortoise spoke, "Of the three races of the primordial era, my dragon race is number one!"

Before saying anything, let's start with the flattery!

Upon hearing his words, Zulong and the Azure Dragon, along with other powerful dragons, all smiled.

But what Guiyi said next made the smiles on their faces disappear.

"But they are also the most dangerous race."

Qinglong asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Gui Yi looked up at all the powerful dragons. The lowest level among these dragons was the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the Azure Dragon and the Candle Dragon were even Hunyuan Golden Immortals.

Facing the gaze of so many powerful figures, the tortoise, being an avatar of Yang Gui, showed no fear and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"The dragon race is currently at its peak, and the scaled and armored races all bow down to it."

However, the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan have always been eyeing each other covetously, each with their own ulterior motives; the appearance of the Dragon Script in the world has greatly increased the Dragon Clan's fortune, which undoubtedly makes the Dragon Clan wary of the two clans.

As the dragon script becomes more widespread, the fortune of my dragon race will increase once again. At that time, the two races will definitely provoke war.

His humble yet dignified demeanor made all the powerful dragons present nod in approval.

Putting everything else aside, his sheer courage alone is enough to earn him the title of Dragon Master.

After hearing his words, Zulong smiled and said, "As expected of the Dragon Master, you can see the predicament that the Dragon Clan is about to face at a glance."

As a Primordial Golden Immortal and the ancestor of his clan, he had already foreseen many things and was making preparations.

However, once war breaks out again, regardless of who wins or loses, it will be a loss for the tribe.

In addition, other innate demon gods were watching from the primordial land, and the three races were all enduring it.

When faced with minor frictions, they all turned a blind eye and let each person resolve the issue on their own.

However, if this continues, the resentment will only deepen and may even backfire.

The surge in the dragon race's fortune has undoubtedly disrupted a certain balance.

While the Dragon Clan may seem to have the best luck, in the long run they are likely to be suppressed by the combined forces of the other two clans.

They are confident in facing one race of dragons, but facing two races at the same time is also a pressure for the dragons.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhulong, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

Turtle thought for a moment.

According to mythology, the war between the three races was instigated by Rahu.

Judging from the current situation, the three races are already preparing for a major war.

Perhaps the First Emperor had already sensed the opportunity to become a saint and wanted to unify the prehistoric world and become the ruler of heaven and earth.

This is a dead end.

In order to give his main body enough time to develop and to accumulate more merit, Guiyi spoke again.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket."

His words left the dragons present stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"The First Emperor asked," the First Emperor asked.

"Since the beginning of time, ferocious beasts have ravaged the world. Our dragon race has fought against these beasts, dispelled the calamities of heaven and earth, and gathered the fortune of heaven and earth; but nothing is absolute."

The four seas are boundless, and while my dragon race is nominally the ruler of the four seas, we only control the East Sea, and our control over the other three seas is relatively weak. It would be better to scatter our dragon offspring across the four seas and completely conquer them.

"On one hand, it can increase the dragon race's fortune; on the other hand, it can provide our dragon race with elite soldiers and powerful generals! Purebred dragon descendants!"

Upon hearing this, Zulong made a pinching motion with his right hand, the laws flowing from his fingertips, and golden light emanating from his eyes.

One possibility after another kept appearing in my mind.

Finally, the Ancestral Dragon stopped what he was doing and uttered a single word in the eyes of the other dragon elders: "Approved!"

"From this day forward, one-third of the pure-blooded dragons will be set aside to establish crystal palaces throughout the four seas, thereby gaining control over them!"

"Each of the four seas—east, west, south, north, and south—is guarded by an elder at the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm."

"The Dragon Master's Xuan Turtle Clan, let's go together!"

Upon hearing this, all the elders of the Dragon Clan changed color.

"The First Emperor..."

Before they could speak, Zulong waved his hand and said to Guiyi, "From this day forward, the Dragon Master will travel throughout the four seas and all the territories of the Dragon Clan, in charge of education."

"Kame-kun obeys!"

Gui Yi bowed respectfully, put away the string of magical treasures in front of him, and walked out of the Ancestral Dragon Hall.

After Gui Yi left, Zhu Long spoke up and asked, "Elder brother, if the other two races find out that we have separated one-third of our pure-blooded dragon descendants, and they take the opportunity to attack us, our dragon race will be in grave danger."

The world is vast, and it would take an unknown amount of time to travel back and forth.

If something goes wrong, there won't be enough time to rescue them.

Zu Long, expressionless, said, "Let all dragon descendants reproduce more to make up for this one-third shortfall."

After all the dragons had disappeared, the Ancestral Dragon sighed, "Time waits for no one..."

When the order to reproduce was issued, all the dragons went mad.

They would seize other species and begin their attack.

In less than a hundred cycles, the number of races exploded.

However, pure-blooded dragons are extremely rare.

For a hundred eons, the name of Dragon Master Gui Yi resounded throughout the primordial land.

Under the tutelage of Gui Yilongwen, hybrid dragon species continuously learn the principles of heaven and comprehend the laws, evolving into pure-blooded divine dragons.

The dragon race's fortune has increased once again.

The other two tribes watched with envy.

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"You observed the bodies of the Ancestral Dragon, the Azure Dragon, and the Candle Dragon, and gained some insights from it."

"You have gained some insights from observing the essence of the dragon."

Not at the foot of the mountain.

A huge golden light of merit appeared on Yang Gui's body.

Seeing the powerful dragons like the Ancestral Dragon through the eyes of Turtle One, I gained profound insights.

"The Ancestral Dragon was formed from Pangu's great tendon; its tendons and bones were connected, and heaven and earth resounded together!"

Sitting cross-legged at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, observing Buzhou Mountain, and merging with the body of the Ancestral Dragon.

Yang Gui continuously supplemented the "Primordial Limitless World-Suppressing Scripture," and his muscles and bones merged, further enhancing his chaotic demon god body.

The tortoise shell on its back remained unchanged, but its body had reached the hardness of a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Another hundred cycles have passed.

Yang Gui's physical strength had completely stabilized at the low-grade innate spiritual treasure level before he stood up and continued walking forward.

"Tsk tsk, if I raise my physical strength to the level of a supreme innate treasure, I wonder if the Heaven-Reaching Immortal-Slaying Sword could still cut through me?"

A bold idea popped into his head.

It made him feel that even the way he looked at Buzhou Mountain had become a little closer.

Five thousand Yuanhui later.

Yang Gui finally arrived at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain.

Yang Gui was thrilled to be able to touch Buzhou Mountain up close.

"It took five thousand years to reach the foot of the mountain. Compared to those predecessors in my previous life, it's utterly shameful."

Thankfully, we've arrived.

It is enormous and spans hundreds of millions of miles.

As I stepped in, immense pressure returned.

Fortunately, Yang Gui's physical strength had reached the level of a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, just like the tortoise shell on his back.

Even the tortoise shell on its back, under this immense pressure, felt as if it were about to enter the realm of a superior innate spiritual treasure.

Walking on Buzhou Mountain.

Fragrant flowers and vibrant trees adorn both sides.

Yang Gui was extremely envious and, disregarding everything else, looted and plundered along the way, like a bandit invading a region.

Step by step, they walked for 50,000 yuan each time, before finally reaching the middle of Buzhou Mountain.

A peculiar rhythm appeared before him.

"Huh? What's this?!"

(End of this chapter)