Wild Dragon Wind! . . .
What kind of enigma could rouse an unhatched egg?
[Aren't you just an egg? Maintaining a balance? Could you stop being so audacious?]
[And... you, an egg, talk so much... It's... unbelievable?]
[Is there anything more incredible than this?]
Brother Egg continued to tremble. After a lengthy exchange through mental transmission, it grew progressively weaker. [Peerless lord in the world... Foremost spirit in chaos... Two hosts in the universe; Thirteen spirits in chaos...]
"Come on, chief, what are you saying? You're making it all jumbled..." Cha Eun Xiao furrowed his brow. "It's such a contradiction..."
At this point, Brother Egg was losing consciousness.
Evidently, it was running low on mental energy.
Cha Eun Xiao was in a state of alarm. After all the effort he had put into communicating with the Egg, it was now on the verge of ending. How disheartening!
"I mean, you've absorbed so much spiritual qi. You've squandered so many valuable items. And now you're telling me you're going to quit after just a few words? Can you stop being so stubborn? I haven't received the answer I seek yet. Do you understand how disheartened I am right now?"
The Egg hovered in the air, but it no longer reacted.
While Cha Eun Xiao was feeling dejected and preparing to depart, the Egg suddenly shuddered. A drop of milky liquid fell from it.
Afterward, the Egg grew so feeble that it was discernible to the eye. The eggshell appeared to pale. With a swish, it returned to the plate.
It stood resolutely there!
The spiritual qi began to converge again, surging toward the Egg.
Cha Eun Xiao understood that the milky liquid was no ordinary substance. He reached out to catch it.
As it came into contact with his skin, the liquid dissipated.
The next moment, Cha Eun Xiao felt a remarkable vitality surging through his entire body.
His soul power was invigorated, and changes were occurring within his dantian.
"What is this?" Cha Eun Xiao pondered. "Is this how you're compensating me? Is it a gift?"
The Egg remained silent in the center of the plate. It made no motion or sound.
Cha Eun Xiao waited for a while, but the Egg remained motionless. He discerned no alterations within himself either. Without further hesitation, he promptly exited the Space.
Upon his return to the outside world, the frigid room was silent, with a cold breeze wafting over him. In his mind, a sudden sound resonated:
- Boom! -
The resounding tolling of a bell echoed within his mind!
"Peerless lord in the world; foremost spirit in chaos!"
"Two hosts in the universe; thirteen spirits in chaos; a bet of the world..."
The sound ceased, yet it lingered in his head, persisting with the same message.
Cha Eun Xiao sensed that he could glean something from it, but try as he might, he felt nothing...
He mumbled, "A bet of the world? What are they betting on? How?..."
The sound vanished, leaving behind silence.
Everything returned to tranquility.
Cha Eun Xiao shook his head. Frowning in contemplation, he muttered, "A bet? Am I one of the participants? Who am I supposed to be betting with?"
He chuckled and added, "I've never been one to wager!"
He eventually made his way out.
...
Simultaneously, in the forest, Master Bai had partially recovered. He extricated himself from Ling Wuxie's embrace and gazed at Ling Wuxie with a furrowed brow, wearing a despondent look. He remarked, "If I were the one to bet, who in the world would join me?"
Ling Wuxie was perplexed. "What? You're the one? Are you out of your mind? Are you truly so despondent that you want to gamble? You don't strike me as someone too feeble to withstand the blows!"
Master Bai sighed helplessly.
"If I were to place a bet, who in the world would dare to join?"
Then, he sighed heavenward.
...
In the sunny sky, the wind blew gently. Everything appeared serene.
However, in this apparent tranquility, an astonishing transformation was unfolding, something beyond belief.
Dark clouds gathered with incredible speed, and the gentle breeze transformed into a fierce, howling wind. Flags fluttered vigorously on the walls surrounding Chen-Xing City.
Soon, every tree, both within and outside the city, began to bend under the influence of the powerful wind. This wasn't an ordinary wind; it was as though each tree was compelled to bow in accordance with the direction of the wind, bending to the west, east, north, and south as it emanated from the city's center. Such a phenomenon defied the laws of nature, yet it was happening.
The people, both strong and weak, were forced to close their eyes due to the intensity of the wind, rendering them oblivious to this extraordinary occurrence. Sand and rocks were carried on the furious gusts, obscuring visibility.
A colossal cyclone was forming, and as it did, it soared into the sky, obscuring the heavens with dust and smoke. A massive dragon-like figure emerged from the cyclone, its body adorned with scales, its eyes deep and mysterious. This dragon spanned nearly a thousand meters, gracefully writhing in the sky.
Behind the dragon, the unruly and overpowering wind followed in pursuit.
As the winds began to howl, Ling Wuxie sensed that something was amiss. He leaped into the air to investigate but was struck down by the dragon's tail before he could reach a significant height. He landed in front of Master Bai, his bones injured and unable to move, though his eyes remained alert.
This sight left Master Bai in shock. Ling Wuxie was an entirely invincible figure in the world, and it was almost an affront to label him as the number one cultivator in this realm. He could, at will, obliterate the entire Land of Han-Yang with a mere gesture.
For the people of Han-Yang, Ling Wuxie was mightier than the gods, towering above the heavens.
Yet now, he had been effortlessly defeated by a gust of wind, without any opportunity to defend himself. It was a clear and rapid knockout.
Just how formidable was this wind? If it could incapacitate Ling Wuxie with a single blow, then it should be more than capable of wreaking havoc across the entire Land of Han-Yang. However, it had been blowing for some time, and it had caused no harm to ordinary individuals, structures, or vegetation.
Why?
As Master Bai sat there, watching Ling Wuxie on the ground, both he and Ling Wuxie gazed at the tempestuous wind, their expressions growing darker with each passing moment.
"The power of the universe! The true power of the universe!" Master Bai murmured, but his words were carried away by the wind.
In the sky, the wind had transformed into a colossal dragon, rolling and swirling thousands of meters in length. It continued to swirl, blow, and howl, with dark clouds blanketing the entire sky.
The dragon's head towered above the dark clouds, while its tail remained below.
After a while, the giant dragon lowered its head, nodding three times toward Chen-Xing City.
It was almost as if... it was saluting or showing respect.
Then, the dragon ascended from the earth and vanished into the void sky.
At that moment, a torrential rainstorm inundated the world, threatening to submerge the entire land.
In a matter of seconds, the entire Land of Han-Yang was transformed into a watery realm.
Countless lightning bolts streaked through the sky and the earth.
- Boom! -
- Boom! -
- Crack! -
- Crack! -
Simultaneously, as an endless barrage of lightning bolts filled the sky, they formed words against the dark clouds.
The words began to fall.
They transformed into lightning bolts themselves.
'Two hosts in the sky!'
'Two hosts make a bet!'
'Equal shares of power!'
'Who is the winner!'
'Great worlds for each!'
'Dragon and tigers for each!'
'Equal shares in one year!'
'Of twelve months of the tree!'
'Two seasons after!'
'Universe gets sealed!'
...
One after another, these words formed in the sky and then descended, falling and falling...