Chapter 351: The Doom of the Dragon Abyss Sea

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The speaker was Winnie Lee. These days, both the Rose Sect and the Frost Spirits had moved directly into the inns of Dragon City to await the first news of Wang Feng. Everyone firmly believed that Wang Feng was still alive.

But the problem was, in Dragon City, all they heard daily were others discussing secret treasures, debating the victors between the Blade Temple and the Nine Gods, talking about Hei Wukai and Long Feixue—yet no one seemed to care about Wang Feng, who had been abducted by a mysterious expert and whose fate remained unknown. No matter what, Wang Feng had risked coming here for the Holy Sanctuary and was now the only Holy Sanctuary Disciple still trapped in the Soul Illusion Realm. Yet no one showed the slightest concern for him. Occasionally, when mentioned, it was only with words like "definitely dead" or "good riddance." To kick down the ladder after crossing the river was one thing, but this was beyond cruel! It was infuriating to hear.

"A member of the Lee family?" The speaker turned his head and glanced at her indifferently, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes as the faint aura of a ghost-level expert spread around him.

"Long heard that Old Ghost Lee had a little daughter even more hot-tempered than him. Seems this is the one," the man beside him carrying a greatsword chuckled. "Haha, Old Ye, you’ve suffered unjustly. Want to help Old Ghost Lee discipline her?"

Within the Blade Temple, there were countless anonymous internal experts. To dare call Winnie’s father "Old Ghost Lee," this person either had an absolutely formidable background or possessed genuinely overwhelming strength. Fantasy and Dongbuluo beside her were startled. The current Dragon City was nothing like before when disciples from both sides had gathered. Now, ghost-level experts were everywhere. If a group of disciples provoked the wrong person, they’d be in serious trouble.

They quickly grabbed Winnie, whose eyes were blazing with anger, trying to stop her from lashing out. Xue Zhiyu stood up, about to speak a few words of appeasement, when suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the tavern.

"The fifth layer has dispersed! The fifth layer of the illusion has dispersed! My heavens, this is truly unbelievable!"

Everyone froze.

The Soul Illusion Realm would only vanish under two circumstances: either its energy was exhausted, leading to natural dissipation—but that would take months—or the final boss was defeated, clearing the realm. But...

This was a terrifying illusion realm calculated to be guarded by a dragon-level creature without fail. The Blade Temple and the Nine Gods had gathered over a hundred ghost-level experts, yet none dared to enter, still waiting for more and stronger reinforcements. And now, with only one infiltrator inside the Soul Illusion Realm, how could the fifth layer possibly be cleared?

The two ghost-level experts no longer cared about their quarrel with a few brats. In a flash, they were outside the tavern. The Rose Sect and Frost Spirits members tensed immediately—with the fifth layer gone, whether Wang Feng was alive or not would finally be revealed.

Winnie, closest to the door, charged out first, followed closely by Xue Zhiyu and the others. Everyone rushed out of the tavern, looking up at the sky.

Dozens of experts hovered in the air above Dragon City—all ghost-level—gazing intently at the heights.

High above, the last layer of the multicoloured misty illusion was slowly dispersing. The radiant five-coloured light shimmered through the clouds, resembling the glow that had transported disciples out in previous layers, yet also akin to the dazzling radiance of an illusion realm collapsing entirely. It was impossible to tell if anyone had emerged from within.

Just as everyone was stunned, a terrifying roar suddenly erupted from the dissipating light.

**ROAR!**

The roar was thunderous, shaking the earth, utterly shocking! Not only did it outshine the radiant light, but the entire world seemed to pale in comparison for that instant.

A dreadful draconic might spread from the clouds in an instant, casting a shadow of apocalyptic doom over the land.

The bustling Dragon City fell silent in an instant. Whether they were disciples of the Holy Sanctuary or the War Academy, or the ghost-level experts hovering in the air from various factions, everyone seemed frozen in place, trembling as they stared at the clouds.

As the light faded and the illusion dissipated, against the backdrop of clear blue skies and white clouds, a terrifying figure appeared before everyone’s eyes!

It stood dozens of metres tall, its massive form hovering in the air like a mountain. Nine dragon heads rose proudly like pillars holding up the heavens. Its body was sleek, covered in golden armour-like scales, its sickle-like claws gleaming silver, reflecting diamond-like brilliance under the sun’s rays.

There was no need to think or guess—everyone drew a collective breath, their minds conjuring the same terrifying name: the Nine-Headed Dragon, Haikula!

Ranked among the top ten in the *Nine Heavens Annals*, this legendary terror had once fought single-handedly against four of the Eight Sages during the war when Wang Meng, the Supreme Sage Teacher, led the land alliance against the Sea People in their struggle for supremacy. Only after three days of battle did the Supreme Sage Teacher intervene to seal it away. Among dragon-level creatures, this was undoubtedly a top-tier existence—and it had appeared here!

The world stood still. Everyone’s minds went blank in that moment, paralyzed with fear.

∑∏∧∨∈⊙∏!

*Translator's Note: These are ancient draconic runes.*

Complex words—an eldritch draconic incantation, like the voice of a celestial deity—resounded. A dazzling golden light burst forth from Haikula’s body, transforming into invisible ripples that exploded outward in all directions!

**BOOM!**

As if venting centuries of pent-up frustration from its seal, the terrifying shockwave cleared the sky for hundreds of miles in an instant, leaving not a single wisp of cloud in sight. The overwhelming might radiated outward from the skies, yet even the ghost-level experts hovering in the air, merely grazed by its edge, fell like stones! By the time the draconic might subsided, a mere handful remained aloft!

Haikula cast a faint glance downward.

A pathetic little town—ignorant insects! After centuries of imprisonment, it had initially wanted to unleash a massacre, but upon recalling that terrifying contract, it decided against it. This hard-won freedom wasn’t worth squandering.

A flicker of hesitation flashed in Haikula's eyes, but it quickly vanished. With a slight press of its dragon claw in the air, a massive blue portal appeared beneath its feet.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Haikula disappeared without a trace.

The terrifying pressure had suppressed the entire Dragon City and all its powerhouses. Only after Haikula had been gone for dozens of seconds did the shadow of death lingering in everyone's hearts slowly dissipate.

On the streets, disciples from the War Academy or the Holy Sanctuary gasped for breath, while most of the local residents of Dragon City—ordinary folk—had collapsed onto the ground, soiling themselves, the stench unbearable!

Only ghost-level cultivators or elite disciples like Hei Wukai and Long Feixue managed to maintain their composure, though their faces were pale and solemn.

"Haikula! The fifth layer of the illusion was actually Haikula!"

"Legend has it that the mermaid princess, Kanalius, most skilled in illusions, along with three other Sage Kings and the Supreme Sage Teacher, sealed Haikula within an illusory space beyond reality. Most thought it was just a myth—who could have imagined it was real! And this illusionary space was hidden right above Dragon City!"

"It seems the intruder of the fifth layer was killed by it, triggering some condition that allowed Haikula to break free. Damn it, damn it! That intruder deserves death! With an ancient monstrosity like Haikula now free, the continent is headed for a bloodbath!"

Some cursed, but truth be told, most ghost-level cultivators were simply shell-shocked. They had gathered here to challenge the fifth layer of the illusion. Against an ordinary dragon-ranked expert, they might have stood a chance—but facing Haikula? That was no foe mere numbers could overcome. Only dragon-ranked experts of the continent could contend with it. Ghost-level? They’d be wiped out wholesale!

In a way, they had to be grateful the intruder had unwittingly become their scapegoat. Both the League of Blades and the Nine Gods owed him thanks! Had the elite ghost-level forces of both factions gathered here and entered the fifth layer only to face Haikula, the losses would have dealt a crippling blow, leaving them weakened for years to come!

Everyone carefully steered clear of the topic, but another troubling thought surfaced: "One of the three former overlords of the Five Seas, now free and teleported away—it must have returned to its old lair, the Dragon Abyss Sea."

"...Want the truth? The Dragon Abyss Sea is doomed!"

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Elsewhere, the glow of a portal flashed as Old Wang emerged, holding Fu Liye. The location seemed a bit off—somewhere in the desolate outskirts.

Finally out, no last-minute surprises. For a Sea Demon King, Haikula had kept its word... Old Wang let out a long breath, finally able to relax completely.

The surroundings were open and barren. Calming himself, a golden glint flashed in his eyes.

Insect God Eye—open!

With soul power flowing unimpeded, his perception and vision sharpened rapidly, letting Old Wang experience absolute control for the first time.

His judgment had been correct. Fed by two Heavenly Soul Pearls, the burden of the Insect God species on his body's soul power was now negligible.

Scanning the area, he spotted a faint outline of city walls to the northeast—Dragon City, likely over ten miles away. This was different from the stable landings within the city during previous teleportations, probably because the illusion had completely dissipated.

Being off-course was good—less attention.

Fu Liye in his arms hadn’t woken yet, but his breathing had stabilized. Old Wang had no intention of waiting. The NineEyes Heavenly Soul Orb couldn’t be exposed, and he didn’t want to lie to Fu Liye either.

After a quick glance around, he propped Fu Liye against a dune. With a flick of his fingers, a white summoning card materialized, emitting a beam of light that formed a portal on the ground. Er Tong materialized inside.

Reflecting on this trip to Dragon City, the rewards dwarfed the dangers. Securing the Heavenly Soul Pearl made everything worth it.

In high spirits, Old Wang climbed onto Er Tong’s back and flashed a grin at the still-out-cold Fu Liye. "Brother Fu, until next time!"

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Fu Liye hovered in twilight awareness, occasionally aware but mostly lost in a daze. Slowly, sensation returned—the scorching sand and the blinding light against his eyelids finally roused him.

The desolate desert, the scorching air, and the blinding sunlight were as different as night and day from the isolated island before he lost consciousness. Instinctively, he raised a hand to shield his squinting eyes. Suddenly, a terrifying roar echoed from the distant sky, followed by a crushing dragon's might that reached him from Dragon City over ten miles away.

It was Haikula!

Fu Liye jolted in shock—he knew that presence all too well. Clenching his teeth against the pain, he forced himself to sit up. But before he could get a clear look, he sensed a violent spatial disturbance in the distant sky. Haikula had activated a long-range magic teleportation circle and vanished in an instant.

This... He blinked.

Fu Liye stared blankly, first at the empty sky where Haikula had disappeared, then at the distant Dragon City and the barren desert around him.

Wang Feng?

As his consciousness fully returned, fragmented and blurry memories from his unconscious state flooded his mind...

"Ha ha ha ha!" Fu Liye suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Though unclear, Fu Liye was no dummy. In that situation, it had to be Wang Feng—or someone tied to him—otherwise, he wouldn’t be alive here. It seemed the whole damn world had underestimated his little brother!

Luck? Strength?

Did it matter? Who would’ve thought that at his age, he’d owe someone such a massive debt? Money debts are a dime a dozen, but a life debt?

Fu Liye laughed until his face nearly cramped. He thudded onto his back, splayed out on the scorching sand.

He’d always had this quirk—if he owed someone money or a favor, he couldn’t rest until it was repaid. But now, despite owing Wang Feng the biggest debt of all, he felt weirdly light.

No rush. There was plenty of time. That kid was going places!

Er Tong barreled ahead, kicking up sand.

Panting heavily!

As a purebred Alpha Husky raised in the snowy mountains, it detested this damned desert. The scorching sand was nearly wearing through its paw pads, and every sprint kicked up clouds of dust, leaving its entire body coated in grime—nowhere near the crisp cleanliness of the Ice Valley days. Even the Soul Illusion Realm was better than this.

Old Wang chose to head straight back to Spearpoint Fortress. Covering the dozen or so miles in just half a day amid Er Tong's furious panting, they arrived just as Hicula had departed from the skies above Dragon City. A few guards at the military camp were still shaken, discussing the dragon's oppressive might they'd felt moments earlier, when they suddenly spotted Wang Feng riding in on Er Tong.

One guard froze, then rubbed his eyes. "Wang Feng? You're alive?"

During his days at the camp, Old Wang had frequented the taverns in the outer markets, greeting everyone warmly—even the guards—with rare amiability. Though the Holy Sanctuary disciples looked down on him, the soldiers appreciated his easygoing nature.

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