"Roar!"

"Roar!"

In the land of emptiness, dragon energy soared into the sky as numerous divine dragons emerged, roaring through the heavens and causing the ancient land to seethe.

Dense dragon shadows danced across the nine heavens.

Once the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan, now thousands of dragons appeared in turmoil, as if the splendor of the Dragon Clan of old was returning.

"Is this the Dragon Clan?" Ye Chen watched the dragon shadows in the sky, utterly shocked, feeling an indescribable sense of awe.

In Huaxia, dragons held a special status, symbolizing sanctity, invincibility, glory, uniqueness, and supremacy!

Yet, Ye Chen had never seen a divine dragon before. Now, as the phantom dragons surfaced, it seemed as if true dragons were reborn, causing a profound impact on Ye Chen's heart.

The Dragon Clan had long vanished, remaining only in legends, but now with the emergence of countless dragons from the land of emptiness, not only was Ye Chen shocked, but everyone present was as well!

All over the sky, the dragon shadows were phantoms, representing a powerful imprint; each dragon shadow symbolized an invincible true dragon!

As thousands of dragons soared, below them loomed a majestic temple emitting an ancient and primitive aura, impacting the souls of all beings here.

With the twelve golden hairpins leading the way and the Baihua Palace disciples behind, Ye Chen followed the large troop toward the grand temple.

"Just how glorious was the Dragon Clan to attract so many powerhouses?" Ye Chen wondered as he moved forward with the twelve grand masters, encountering several powers along the way, each as formidable as Baihua Palace.

As the dragons roiled and roared through the nine heavens, the grand temple connected heaven and earth, driving countless strong beings into a frenzy as they surged toward it.

A peerless beauty stood defiantly in the void, tears streaming down as she watched the dragon shadows flitting across the sky and the grand temple.

"Father, mother, uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle... was it you who sealed me?" The radiant young woman looked toward the grand temple. "After a millennium of slumber, as the Dragon Clan was destroyed, and the great enemies vanished, where should I go from here?"

"The glory of the Dragon Clan was supreme, once safeguarded by seven saints. How could it have been destroyed like this?"

"Father, mother, uncle, second uncle... why did you seal me and prevent us from joining you in battle?"

"Where are the enemies who annihilated our clan? In the glimpse I had back then, I only sensed a vast presence, without noticing anything else..."

"There is something in the Ten Thousand Dragons Hall calling to me, causing the blood within me to boil. Is this something you left for me?"

In the end, the radiant young woman strode boldly toward the grand temple, approaching the area where thousands of dragons soared.

As the dragons ascended to heaven, the temple stood grounded.

Dozens of superpowers gathered here, all unable to articulate their feelings at the surreal scene before them.

The Dragon Clan was a superpower. Although not large in number, each member was immensely powerful and transcendent.

Yet, such a glorious clan had miraculously perished, silently, vanishing into the void.

What had happened ages ago? Why did the Dragon Clan meet such a fate?

The downfall of the Dragon Clan was mysterious; could there be hidden secrets or conspiracies behind it?

Nevertheless, at this moment, everything was crystal clear—the temple originated from the Dragon Clan and surely contained treasures of the Dragon Clan!

"Charge in!"

Suddenly, a powerful grand master yelled, leading a group of disciples to storm into the majestic temple before them.

"The Dragon Clan's treasure is within reach. Let's rush in and seize the opportunity!"

The action of this power caused turmoil in the area, with countless strong beings roaring, all wanting to storm the grand temple and seize its secret treasures and opportunities.

Legends of the Dragon Clan lingered between heaven and earth—it was a supremely glorious clan, rumored to have hoarded countless treasures. Dozens of forces came for these treasures, and now that the Dragon Clan's treasures were within reach, countless individuals were ready to forcefully storm the temple.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Then, something shocking happened—the dragons from the heavens suddenly erupted, each divine dragon diving from the sky toward those attempting to break into the temple.

"These dragon phantoms have sentience, actually protecting the majestic temple and preventing beings from breaking in!"

"The dragon phantoms are so strong—even though they aren't real, they can repel a grand master!"

"This isn't just a dragon phantom; it's the soul of a dragon, the lingering will of a dragon, still possessing formidable combat power!"

"My God, a grand master was struck by a dragon spirit's tail and coughed up blood!"

"The dragon souls are terrifying, even the Other Shore Grand Master can't withstand them—retreat quickly..."

Some superpowers attempted to attack the temple but were immediately counterattacked by the dragon spirits.

The scene of all the dragons descending was terrifying, with grand masters retreating and coughing up blood; ordinary disciples were even scattered blood on the spot.

Within a few breaths, blood rain drifted from the sky as dragon souls crushed countless lives, leaving weaker individuals dead.

"Dammit!"

The twelve golden hairpins charged ahead, facing dangers as the dragon souls crushed down on them, ultimately retreating in disarray.

Moreover, many Baihua Palace disciples perished. In just a few moments, a thousand core disciples died—a significant loss indeed.

However, the forces present here all took action and suffered damages to various extents; Baihua Palace's losses were not severe.

"The Dragon Spirit protects the temple, and anyone approaching faces massacre. How can one enter without a Saint descending?"

The Dragon Spirit was guarding the temple, and even the Other Shore Grand Master was repelled. Forcing an entry seemed possible only if a Saint were involved.

"Dragon talismans!" someone exclaimed. "The dragon talisman is the key to this temple. Just holding it allows one to step into the temple!"

The dragon talisman was faintly connected to the temple, evidently acting as the key, which alarmed some of the powerful entities present.

"There are eighty-one dragon talismans in the land of nothingness. If only those who hold a talisman can enter, does that mean out of the countless powerful entities here, only eighty-one can get in?"

The temple before them was majestic and vast, like a mountain range; even if tens of thousands entered, it would take a long time to explore, not to mention just eighty-one people?

Moreover, to enter the temple one must hold a dragon talisman, but many forces do not possess even one. What are they to do?

"Look quickly, the First Saint Heir of Primordial Holy Land has entered!"

A young man holding a dragon talisman entered the majestic temple. The Dragon Spirit did not stop him, causing an uproar among the monks here, confirming that a dragon talisman was indeed necessary to enter the temple!

"We've just arrived in the land of nothingness and haven't managed to snatch even one talisman... This is not fair!"

"We don't have dragon talismans and can't set foot in the temple. Neither should you be able to enter and search for the treasure!"

"Exactly, if we can't go in, neither can you!"

Some forces that lacked dragon talismans blocked the entrance to the Dragon Clan temple, not allowing anyone to enter.

"Ling Kong, Xueluo, Shan Man... what do you think you are doing? Do you wish to be our enemies?"

An ancient Grand Master stepped forward, approaching the group of powerful individuals blocking the way, with an apparent intention of forcing them aside.

As the Saint Heir of Primordial Holy Land had already entered, if they didn't hurry, others might get there first.

"Western Buddha Supreme Lord, we have no intention of being your enemies. We merely wish to bargain for a few dragon talismans!" one of the blocking Grand Masters said.

"On what grounds do you demand them?" the Western Buddha Supreme Lord demanded.

"Step aside quickly, or we'll wash you away in blood!" a group of Grand Masters came forward decisively, pressing the blockers.

"Our eight super forces, one hundred thousand disciples, and one hundred Grand Masters... do you really think you can wipe us out with blood?" the leader of one of the blocking forces sneered.

The faces of some of the leading forces turned grim. If one or two forces dared to block the way, they would have already taken action to bloodily purge them.

However, the situation involved forces from all eight superpowers, one hundred thousand disciples, and one hundred Grand Masters. The stakes were too high. Even if they managed to wipe out these forces, the loss would be severe, and they'd earn bitter, endless enmity.

"We're not asking for your dragon talismans for free: a hundred sect treasures for one talisman!" a leader of the blocking forces shouted.

"Who knows how many treasures are in the majestic temple, and you want to trade one entry spot for a mere one hundred sect treasures?" a force leader scoffed.

"One all-heaven treasure for one dragon talisman, take it or leave it!" another leader of the forces yelled.

"..."

All-heaven treasures were extremely rare, capable of devastating power, and immeasurably valuable, owned only by superpowers.

One all-heaven treasure for one dragon talisman? Was the cost too great?

"Qingyou, I'll buy your dragon talisman!"

While some were still uncertain, someone accepted the offer, directly exchanging all-heaven treasures for dragon talismans, exhibiting the swagger of a wealthy magnate.

"Who else has a dragon talisman? I want to buy as well!"

Once the price was set, the leaders of the blocking forces gritted their teeth and exchanged their all-heaven treasures for dragon talismans.

In the temple were the Dragon Clan's treasures. If they could only locate the treasure, what value would the all-heaven treasures hold?

"I haven't bought a dragon talisman yet. Don't you want to sell anymore?" a Grand Master shouted.

"..." No one responded to the Grand Master's words.

There were only so many dragon talismans; selling one meant losing one. Who would foolishly sell them all off?

"Master." At this moment, Ye Chen approached the Twelve Golden Hairpins, speaking respectfully.

"Ye Chen, do you need something?" Qi Li asked.

"I remember the masters said that core disciples who hand over three dragon talismans could directly become a Saint Heir?" Ye Chen asked.

"Indeed!" Qi Li replied.

This promise of becoming a "Saint Heir" was only to stimulate disciple's motivation; the dragon talismans were hard to find. Who could manage to find three?

"I am a True Disciple, and if I hand over three dragon talismans, I can also become a Saint Heir, right?" Ye Chen carefully asked.

"Indeed." Qi Li nodded, her expression suddenly changing. "You have the dragon talismans?"

"Here are three dragon talismans; Masters, please sell them quickly!" Ye Chen said. "I've already handed over two talismans before, and with these three, that makes five in total. So, I should be able to become a Saint Heir now, right?"

"This!"

The twelve Grand Masters, seeing the dragon talismans in Ye Chen's hands, were all stunned.

"..."

"Ten Thousand Dragons Hall!"

At that moment, a radiant woman arrived at the site, her tears falling once more as she looked at the temple guarded by the Ten Thousand Dragons.

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