The essence of the Rain Cutting Sword Technique was displayed to its fullest by Fang Yu, elegant and unrestrained.

The effects of wielding the Water Cold Sword in combat gave Fang Yu an unusual sense of familiarity.

Grasping this sword, it felt as if he were ruling over all under heaven.

With a move of Diagonal Sun Reflection, its power was no match for the likes of Multiple Composition, Great Star Array Hand, and other combat skills, yet it perfectly unraveled the reflection of ice water.

The clouds dispersed and the fog lifted.

The sunlight pushed away the mist, making the entire Cold Pond clear and visible.

The water level had dropped considerably.

Fang Yu slowly descended.

Holding the long sword, his gaze fell into the Cold Pond—

"Unexpectedly, after the Water Cold Sword was pulled out, the Spiritual Energy of the Cold Pond became so luxuriant."

If it weren't for the Array that had been used for over a thousand years to lock these Spiritual Energies within the Cold Pond, the Xu clan would not have been able to benefit from it. Without the Water Cold Sword, the Xu clan would only reap greater benefits.

In the middle of the Cold Pond.

There was a square stone platform, on which laid a Brocade Box.

Fang Yu lightly touched the ground with the tip of his foot and, light as a swallow, arrived at the middle of the Cold Pond once again to pick up the Brocade Box.

Click.

The Brocade Box opened.

And what caught his eye was a memory fragment that had been frozen!

"Memory fragments?!"

Fang Yu was overjoyed and quickly took out the piece that had previously lost its luster, and sure enough, the fragment was glowing dimly and trembling slightly, signaling the presence of something like it nearby.

"I still need to pay more attention, otherwise who knows if I might miss one someday."

With a slightly excited heart, Fang Yu took out that memory fragment.

Placing it in the palm of his hand.

A surge of cold stimulation penetrated into his mind.

Followed by rapidly changing scenes that flooded into his mind.

Fang Yu's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

He sat down cross-legged, breathing in and out.

The water of the Cold Pond, as if sensing a kind of threat, bubbled back and forth.

The Supreme Yang Qi also grew more abundant as Fang Yu breathed in and out in cultivation.

Whoosh!

Flames erupted!

The area around the stone platform was instantly enveloped in flames.

The fierceness of the flames that could burn in the water of the Cold Pond was evident.

What was surprising—

Was that as the flames burned around Fang Yu, the Cold Pond Green Water's temperature was suppressed, and the integration of water and fire was truly a wondrous sight.

Even so.

Blood streaks still oozed from Fang Yu's forehead, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

Countless scenes kept entering and exiting his mind.

Thousands of troops galloped freely across the vast lands of Jiuzhou, with iron hooves trampling over the tribes... blood, severed arms and limbs, women, children, and the elderly.

Beneath city walls, piled up bones.

And the thousands of common folk kneeling in gratitude, cheering and hailing.

Fang Yu's eyebrows remained furrowed throughout.

The Primordial energy within him grew like a flood, filling his Dantian to perfection.

"I never imagined the Spiritual Energy within the Cold Pond would be so concentrated!"

With the Divine Dragon Technique, coupled with the Reincarnation Technique, and the Spiritual Energy of the Cold Pond, his cultivation speed reached a peak state.

He had a premonition that at this rate, he would definitely make a breakthrough!

Therefore, he remained completely still, letting the memory fragments wreak havoc in his mind. Despite the unbearable headache, he was not afraid; he didn't relent.

He focused all his attention on cultivation, ignoring the scenes and memories that entered his mind.

He wasn't in a rush with the memories.

Like a cow, he first filled up his stomach, and would later chew on it slowly.

After all, it was the experience and combat skills of the Dragon Emperor, not something that could be digested all at once.

"I thought the next fragment would come from Bai Ruoling's clue, but unexpectedly, I obtained the third memory fragment in the Cold Pond first."

While Fang Yu was silently marveling and continuously cultivating.

A piece of memory struck him in his mindscape—

That day.

The Dragon Emperor led tens of thousands of Cultivators, trampling across the Northern Desert.

Passing the Cold Pond. Discovering that this place was a Creation of heaven and earth with natural advantages.

He then inserted the Water Cold Sword into the Cold Pond, constructing a Nine-Layered Restriction.

To guard the Cold Pond Green Water left by the Dragon Emperor, hundreds of Cultivators voluntarily remained for a lifetime, propagating and passing down the legend generation after generation.

...

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, more than a thousand years had passed.

But...

What Fang Yu couldn't understand was why the Dragon Emperor chose to leave the Water Cold Sword behind. And to seal his own memory fragments.

There was only one possibility, that the Dragon Emperor had long sensed danger to himself and had prepared for his rebirth early.

Buzz.

Buzzing.

Flames burned.

The Primordial within his Dantian finally reached a saturated state.

Fang Yu was overjoyed and shouted, "Break for me!"

With a raise of his hand, the Cold Pond Green Water shot upwards, a spectacular sight.

But just as Fang Yu believed that the acquisition of memory fragments and the rich cultivation of Spiritual Energy were about to lead to his breakthrough—

Aooo!!!

A dragon's roar echoed through the Cold Pond!

"What?!!"

Fang Yu suddenly felt a tearing pain in his Dantian.

Accompanied by that dragon roar.

A fire dragon as thick as a thigh, its whole body engulfed in flames, spiraled back and forth in mid-air.

Fang Yu was startled: "Divine Dragon Eight Formulas, eighth evolution?"

He suddenly remembered the descriptions of Dragon Transformation in the Divine Dragon Technique.

He was overjoyed—

"I was so immersed in cultivation and merging with my past life's memories that I almost forgot, the Divine Dragon Technique I obtained in this life is much more profound than in my previous life... this Divine Dragon Technique's dragon body evolution has progressed from a Red Gold Dragon to a Flame Holy Dragon!"

This was something Fang Yu hadn't expected at all.

"I thought I was going to break through to the Ninth Layer of the Divine Dragon Technique! Unexpectedly, it was not a breakthrough, but a dragon body evolution! But it's also good; with the Flame Holy Dragon, my strength will greatly increase! Who knows what realm I will reach after the fusion?"

Fang Yu's eyes sparkled with vigor.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

He had just broken through to the Eighth Layer of the Divine Dragon Technique not long ago, how could his Dantian become saturated and breakthrough its barriers so soon?

It turned out that the evolution of the Divine Dragon gave him the illusion of a breakthrough!

"Flame Holy Dragon! What are you waiting for, merge with me!"

The imposing aura of the Dragon Emperor, coupled with his identity as its master, directly subdued the Flame Holy Dragon.

The Flame Holy Dragon let out a roar, turned into a streak of light, and entered Fang Yu's body, vanishing from sight.

"In the past life, everyone revered me as the Dragon Emperor, but that was just a title... Now, with the power of the Flame Holy Dragon, I am the true Dragon Emperor of the Nine Provinces of Huaxia!"

Fang Yu raised his hand, and with a flick of his palm, the Water Cold Sword flew back into his grasp.

He leaped up.

Returning to the edge of the Cold Pond.

"This round of cultivation has nearly depleted the Spiritual Energy of the Cold Pond... I mustn't drain the spring completely, for that would truly sever the Xu Clan's lineage. With the spring intact, I believe it won't be long before the Spiritual Energy of the Cold Pond revives."

Seeing the sword scabbard on the altar, Fang Yu reached out and grasped it.

The scabbard returned.

Sheng.

The sword slid into the scabbard.

Everything returned to calm.

...

In front of the Restriction.

The Xu Clan Leader and eight Priests waited quietly, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

"Look, look... I told you so, but you wouldn't listen... I said my bro Fang could handle your doors, but you just wouldn't believe it."

"Fang bro doesn't want to reveal his identity, so you'd better not go around blabbing and showing off, I haven't shown off..."

"That Clan Leader, you better discipline those two Elders of yours, seriously... they're about to make me cry with their foolishness!"

"These eight Priests aren't bad, they know what's what."

"Oh, right, that guy, what's his name, Xu Huawen, is still too young. After this incident, punish him by letting him off work for a month or so..."

"You ask who I am? Well, I... just remember that I am very awesome, the truly capable don't reveal themselves, I just don't want to be too high-profile..."

Listening to Chen Daotian blabbering non-stop.

Clan Leader Xu Daoyun and the eight Priests had embarrassed expressions on their faces and could only agree repeatedly.

"Cough, cough..."

A cough sounded.

Everyone involuntarily looked over.

Fang Yu, holding the Water Cold Sword, slowly returned, his expression indifferent.

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