True Man, True Lord, True God, True Dragon

Dasheng World

津门

When Meng Qifeng explained to Li Xijun the various abilities and supernatural powers of the Celestial Dragons on the Eastern Continent.

A simple and unadorned carriage, with only a layer of varnish to prevent insect infestation and the natural wood grain showing, drove along the official road paved with slag.

The carriage was much larger than a regular carriage, but it had no ornate canopy or tassels. Instead, it was covered with a layer of blue cloth, with the four corners hanging down slightly, providing shelter from the wind and rain without being ostentatious. The curtains on both sides were made of plain hemp and were half-rolled up, through which one could vaguely see the straw mats and a few simple cushions inside, which were neither shabby nor extravagant.

Only the two harnessed steeds had glossy black fur, a single horn on their heads, and fine dragon scales covering their four legs, indicating they were dragons with diluted dragon blood.

This caused the caravans and other people who were originally queuing at the city gate to make way.

These shrewd people who have traveled all over the country and even between the eastern and western continents know very well that anyone who can be equipped with such a dragon-scaled horse must be a person of very noble status, or even... a member of the royal family or a celestial dragon.

Several figures had already quietly disappeared from the crowd of the chamber of commerce members.

One of them even darted into the shadows at the foot of the city wall in an instant, like a fish entering the water, quickly darting through the shadows, straight across the inner river where the Wangjiang Tower is located, and into the council hall of the British Rose Kingdom on the opposite bank.

A moment later, a short, stout man wearing a black silk top hat, sporting a gentleman's mustache, and with a somewhat bloated build walked out.

He clapped his hands, and a huge, steam-emitting mechanical arm rose from the ground behind the house and garden, its palm outstretched.

Let the gentleman walk gracefully up, as the mechanical arm rises higher and higher into the air, overlooking the entire city of Tianjin.

"It seems our leading actor has already stepped onto the stage of destiny..."

He took out his pipe, lit it, took a deep drag, and showed a comfortable expression.

"Respected Mr. Boyan, please allow me to witness how much strength the Manifestation Saint True Lord of the Eastern Continent still possesses after losing his official position and the support of the masses?"

As soon as he finished speaking,

A beam of light shot straight into the sky from the darkness of this bustling metropolis, from the Church of the Goddess of the Underworld.

in an instant,

The chilling whispers of the dead and the mournful sound of the underworld flute echoed throughout Tianjin, the dense, almost tangible aura of death transforming into dark clouds that loomed over everyone's heads.

The sky over the entire Tianjin area instantly turned into night.

A desolate, cold, and deathly wind howled across the sky.

The sudden drop in temperature caused widespread panic and unrest among the city's residents, leading to numerous riots.

............................

The black dragon-scale horse-drawn carriage drove through the bustling streets and happened to arrive at the foot of Wangjiang Tower.

Two dragon-scaled horses with diluted dragon blood suddenly neighed.

The carriage suddenly stopped on the bustling street, attracting the attention of many people.

Li Xijun and Meng Qifeng, who were dining by the window, were also looking over with curiosity when...

The swirling, dark clouds in the sky made both of them look up and stare intently.

Li Xijun, who had just achieved a minor level of concentration, suddenly felt a chilling sense of foreboding and death.

Fortunately, no deity seemed to sense it, so it didn't appear to be a life-or-death crisis.

In addition, he sensed the Great Luo Imprint in his own sea of ​​consciousness and found that the time travel function was still working normally.

Suddenly, his mind was at peace, and he even watched the changes in the celestial phenomena with a sense of curiosity and inquiry.

However, Meng Qifeng, a seasoned martial artist from Tianjin who had cultivated his skills for many years and was well-versed in the ways of the world, turned deathly pale.

"This...this celestial anomaly is definitely caused by a high-ranking member of the Church of the Goddess of Night and the Underworld!"

He looked at the scene, which seemed like night had fallen and the underworld had descended, and he found it extremely difficult to breathe. His voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with immense fear.

Fortunately, at the same moment, a figure flew out from the Tianjin Daotai Yamen (prefectural government office).

The person was dressed in official robes, but his body was surrounded by radiant light, making him look like a real person, yet also like a deity or arhat in a temple.

"Tang Yongzhen, the Governor-General of Zhili and Tianjin, is here. You barbarians first sent warships into the harbor, and now the church has taken action without authorization. Are you trying to violate the Treaty of the Two Continents and start another war?"

Governor Tang Yongzhen, dressed in official robes and adorned with dazzling lights, spoke sternly.

This majestic and benevolent voice resonated throughout the heavens and earth.

It possessed a strange, magical power that calmed down the panicked and fearful people downstairs.

Meng Qifeng's expression also softened considerably, and he said with delight:

"Lord Tang, even a Nascent Soul cultivator, has been granted a fourth-rank official position and is blessed with the power of all living beings in our Great Sheng Dynasty. Unless the opponent is a Sequence 2 divine servant or a Sequence 1 angel, we're in luck!"

After hearing this classic "flag-setting" remark, Li Xijun, who was standing to the side, felt a sense of unease.

And as expected...

The light that originally emanated from the darkness and the Church of the Goddess of the Underworld trembled.

A figure dressed in a black owl-feathered robe and carrying an orange oil lamp also appeared in the sky, and began to chant:

"The supreme being who wields hidden authority,"

"The abyss of eternal night that devours light and life, the cradle of peaceful slumber that soothes suffering, the lord of the Styx to whom all beings return."

"By the divine decree of the great goddess of night and the underworld, I invite the people of Jinmen, the port city of the northern gateway, to witness the greatness of the goddess and become her children."

"Lord Tang Yongzhen, I have come today by divine decree to perform miracles and officially begin preaching in the northern part of Dasheng. As long as you acknowledge the official status of the Church of the Night in the northern part of Dasheng, nothing will happen today."

As he finished speaking, the man in black robes unleashed a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of the opponent's Nascent Soul realm.

This caused Tang Yongzhen, the Governor-General of Zhili and Tianjin, to change his expression drastically, and he roared:

"A Sequence 2 potion-wielding monk has trespassed into my Tianjin! Does your Church of the Night truly intend to violate the old East-West Treaty?!"

Eternal darkness and death loomed over us, as if the sky were about to collapse.

Fortunately, a seal suddenly appeared behind the Governor-General of Zhili, engraved with a picture of a dragon coiled around a river.

Since its appearance, this item seems to possess some kind of peculiar power, greatly increasing the morale of the Zhili Governor who was almost overthrown. Its power instantly expanded several times over, and it was able to barely hold off the Sequence 2 potion cultivator on the other side.

However, everyone in the city could see that this was only a situation that could be barely maintained temporarily.

Until a sigh drifted from the depths of the room.

"Sigh, it's one thing that your church can't compete with the other groups in the Western Continent,"

"Why have so many prosperous cities in the southeast and Guangdong regions been handed over to the Church of Light and Holy Spirit, while they come to cause trouble on the territory of my Wusheng Taoist Temple in Tianjin in the north?"

As soon as the words fell, the world above and below, in all directions, became dark and chaotic.

A sense of tranquility and peace, devoid of noise, love, hate, life, death, separation, and reunion, emanates from the void, as if one has returned to the homeland of the soul, a feeling of perfect serenity.

The Eternal Mother, the Vast Homeland!

Countless believers of the Wusheng Taoist Temple in Tianjin knelt down and offered devout prayers.

only,

It seems no one noticed.

With this unexpected event,

It was a sword light that flickered and changed, neither real nor illusory, capable of obliterating the soul and emptying everything.

When the Sequence 2 Black Night Church monk, who was confronting Tang Yongzhen in the sky, realized it, the extremely sinister sword light, which was specifically designed to kill souls, was almost about to pierce into his body.

Even the orange lantern carried by the man in black robes was flashing wildly...

"The master of rules and order,"

"The weaver of the threads of contract, the master who settles the scores of all living beings;"

"Witness this Libra—"

Li Xijun saw that the Western Continent Libra and Fairness Goddess's subordinate merchant guild, which he had just discussed with Meng Qifeng, was now displaying a golden glow.

A blonde woman dressed in a long robe woven with gold and silver threads, wearing a starry purple velvet robe, and holding a scale appeared in the sky.

A weight appeared in her hand and was placed on the tray on the left.

The sword light that was about to pierce into the black-robed man was stopped instantly, revealing the almost transparent magical flying sword that seemed to have the interplay of dawn and dusk.

"I'm betting on your actions with myself and the Libra Church as the stakes."

She calmly read the announcement, and sure enough, a large golden weight was added to the left side of the scale.

Meanwhile, a special five-colored weight also fell from the same right-hand tray.

The scales seem to have become fair.

This allowed Yin Zhenren, the abbot of the Wusheng Taoist Temple, to reveal his form in the void. His white hair and long beard fluttered, and he indeed had the air of a Taoist immortal.

"President Anne, is the Libra Church, which always prides itself on neutrality and commercial interests, also going to get involved? Do they really think my Wusheng Temple is a benevolent place?"

With a flick of his sleeve, the ethereal Yin Zhenren conjured forty-nine iron zombies covered in green hair. Their wailing and screams were even more terrifying than those of the previous Black Night Church.

"It's just that a gentleman made a deal with us. Please wait here for a moment, Master Yin. Our guild will also offer you the souls of a hundred low-rank potion cultivators."

This message was transmitted through a hidden potion ability, known only to the two of them.

From the outside, it seemed that Yin Zhenren's questioning of the other party did not elicit a response, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

As the celestial canopy, carrying the symbols of the underworld and death, drew ever closer,

Seeing that Governor-General Tang Yongzhen was facing increasingly difficult circumstances,

When Meng Qifeng's face turned pale.

The curtain of a carriage on the street below the restaurant was lifted, and a thin, gaunt-faced scholar with large patches of white hair on his temples and beard stepped out, shaking his head and sighing softly.

"I've only just arrived in Tianjin today, and the Western Continent Orthodox Church is already making its move. What a coincidence... what a coincidence..."

After saying that, he suddenly stood there motionless.

A divine light suddenly emanated from the top of his head, instantly transforming into a gigantic Dharma image tens of feet tall.

The figure was dressed in an ancient Confucian robe, holding a Taoist sword in his left hand and a vajra pestle in his right. He stood on a dragon and an elephant, with purple aura above his head. His face was exactly the same as the old man's.

"I, Li Boyan, didn't die when the true god descended to earth. Even without my official position and the power of all living beings to aid me today, killing a Sequence 2 like you is still as easy as turning my hand!"

After speaking, the Dao sword in the Dharma Image's hand flew out like a flash of lightning, like a rainbow traversing the sky. The dazzling sword light swept past, and the dark clouds that almost crushed the heavens and earth and covered Tianjin suddenly shattered, revealing a sword mark that pierced through thousands of meters, scattering starlight and moonlight from the outside world.

The sword continued its momentum, transforming into a golden thread that sliced ​​the black-robed man of Sequence 2 in half, leaving only countless scattered black owl feathers drifting in the sky.

At this moment, the entire city of Tianjin fell silent!

The enormous Dharma image, tens of feet tall, surveyed all directions and encompassed the universe.

At some point, the gentleman in the top hat disappeared, the blond merchant guild president disappeared, and even the Taoist immortal Yin Zhenren of the Wusheng Taoist Temple vanished into the void.

Meng Qifeng stared blankly at the Dharma image in the sky, his face filled with envy and reverence. Finally, as if he had thought of something, his expression turned dejected and he murmured forlornly:

"I only regret that I lack the talent for refining the spirit, forcing me to walk this dead-end path of martial arts... Cultivators of the three religions are truly superior..."

Li Xijun, who cultivated martial arts in the main world, remained silent, but still looked curiously at the carriage and the thin old man on it.

only,

At this moment, there was a thin, timid figure who seemed unable to suppress his curiosity about what was happening in the outside world.

While everyone in Tianjin was staring blankly at the image of the Manifested Saint True Lord,

Quietly, he peeked out of the carriage, timidly yet curiously surveying the bustling city of Tianjin and everything around him.

She had long, dark red hair that reached her waist, and deep rose-red eyes. Her timid, watery eyes looked curiously at the sky and the various foods on the street, and she couldn't help but stick out her pink tongue and purse her lips.

Judging by her beautiful face, she should have been an absolutely gorgeous young woman.

Starting from behind her ears, fine, pure white dragon scales had already enveloped her entire body. Even though she was wearing loose, luxurious clothes, one could still see her dragon scales and her dragon-transformed claws on her arms.

Li Xijun instantly remembered what Meng Qifeng had said before: the Ninth Princess, who was disliked by the Dasheng royal family and was born with a weak body.

It is said that although the royal family values ​​the Celestial Dragon bloodline, they are all just like ordinary people and are quite handsome and beautiful.

Only during battle will the dragon's various characteristics be revealed.

Their aesthetic sense is the same as that of the general public.

However, the Ninth Princess could not control the bloodline within her, and always appeared in the form of a dragon-human. She never appeared in the form of an ordinary human, and there were always many bad rumors about her being a freak. Even the palace maids often avoided her.

but,

The girl in front of him, who resembled a humanoid dragon, was, in Li Xijun's eyes, a dazzling and enormous treasure.

Every move is full of the true meaning and beauty of a pure-blooded dragon.

Compared to the dragon girl in front of him, the bloodline of Kui Mujiao in Bocheng Zoo was nothing.

He felt that just by observing the dragon girl in front of him, his stance training was about to start moving on its own.

If I could observe the other person day and night, then my "Azure Dragon Heaven-Reaching Technique" would not only be 100% mastered, but 100% mastered would be no problem at all!

"So beautiful!"

Li Xijun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.