Chapter 0312: Eight Hundred Years Later

Due to the Nether Fruit, the evolution of the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin was not a problem. However, for a Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin at the peak of mid-tier gods to evolve into an upper-tier god would take decades or two to three hundred years.

In the Netherworld, it generally took millions of years for some mid-tier god peak warriors to break through to upper-tier gods. Of course, there were exceptions—some prodigious geniuses reached the upper-tier god level in just tens of thousands of years.

Two hundred years later, the Giant Dragon Mountains, continuously transformed by the Yellow Dragon, had become a true blessed land filled with abundant spiritual energy. The plants, flowers, and fruits, soaked in this energy, had acquired a degree of spirituality. Even the Yellow Dragon suspected that in tens of thousands or even millions of years, countless plant and tree spirits might emerge in these mountains and take human form.

Time meant nothing in the mountains.

Year after year passed.

Five hundred years gradually slipped by.

Over these five hundred years, the Yellow Dragon, who had been hunting ancient primal beasts relentlessly, had reached the peak of late-stage Heavenly Immortals and was on the verge of breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm.

A Golden Immortal was already an extremely powerful existence, even in the Pangu World.

If it reached the Golden Immortal level, the Yellow Dragon wouldn’t need treasures like the Nether Divine Tree or the Sword of Slaying Immortals to kill Xi Bo, the upper-tier god from the Ice Jade Peak back then.

There was only a slight difference between a Golden Immortal and the peak of late-stage Heavenly Immortals, yet their strengths differed vastly.

However, at the current peak of late-stage Heavenly Immortals, the Yellow Dragon could already create over a hundred avatars when using the divine skill of “turning beans into soldiers.”

Each of these over a hundred avatars possessed strength equivalent to the Yellow Dragon’s own late-stage Heavenly Immortal cultivation level!

This was truly terrifying!

Yet, aside from Bog and a few others, no one else knew this secret.

With over a hundred avatars, the Yellow Dragon’s hunting speed for primal beasts had increased by more than a hundred times. Initially, when he broke Marshall’s record by hunting over 2.1 million beasts in one and a half years, now he hunted in the hundreds of millions.

Two years—hundreds of millions!

Naturally, as the primal beasts were resold, Ralph of the Nether King Palace grew increasingly expressive.

Of course, from then on, each transaction was handled personally by the head of the Nether King Palace in Holy Scripture City—a seventh-level Nether King.

Apart from reselling, the Yellow Dragon used some useful primal beasts as materials, combined with ores, to craft treasures to strengthen the forces of the Giant Dragon Mountains. Everyone had a set of three treasures: for attack, physical attack and defense, and spiritual attack and defense.

Just imagine—what level of combat power could the people of the Giant Dragon Mountains achieve if they were strong in attack and unafraid of physical and spiritual attacks from peers? They would be almost invincible against their peers, just like the hundred-thousand shadow ghosts the Yellow Dragon had trained in the Hengyuan Realm, which could destroy an entire Blizzard Empire!

Over these two hundred years, as the Yellow Dragon hunted primal beasts and tamed the mutated primal beasts, the number reached four hundred thousand. Four hundred thousand mutated primal beasts—ranging not only from lower gods of levels one to three but also mid-level gods of level four and even level five. This was the ace in the Yellow Dragon’s hand. Of course, four hundred thousand mutated primal beasts were still far from enough for the Yellow Dragon. A main god’s army numbered ten billion! And the descendants of the six major families in the Netherworld—Luning, Beikar, Terence, Stanny, Demos, and Gibran—all numbered over one trillion! The Luning family alone had two trillion! These four hundred thousand mutated primal beasts were far too weak in the face of such superpowers. Of course, the most important factor was still the improvement of the Yellow Dragon’s own strength. In the Ancient Forest, he hunted primal beasts; in the Palace of the Nether King, he resold them. In the Dragon Mountains, he preached and crafted magical artifacts and pills. Six hundred years passed. Deep within the Ancient Forest, over a hundred billion miles in, the Yellow Dragon stared at the more than two hundred Silver-Legged Red Spiders before him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he manifested over a hundred avatars. With sword lights flashing, in the blink of an eye, the two hundred Silver-Legged Red Spiders let out agonized cries and collapsed one after another, sending dust flying and creating a dull roar. Those two hundred Silver-Legged Red Spiders were mid-level gods of level four! … Seven hundred years passed. Another trillion miles deep in the Ancient Forest, a swarm of dense green locusts, with bloodthirsty eyes, swarmed toward the Yellow Dragon. The Yellow Dragon raised his sword and swung it down. The swarm of green locusts fell like rain. Those green locusts were mid-level gods of level five, thousands of them! … Thus, eight hundred years went by. One day, in the Ancient Forest, a thunderous dragon roar echoed. Then, a thousand-foot-long water dragon soared straight into the sky from the forest. Behind it was a fire dragon. The water and fire dragons intertwined and pierced through the clouds, emitting terrifying pressure in all directions. All the primal beasts within tens of millions of miles trembled in fear, staring in horror at the place where the water and fire dragons had risen. Tens of thousands of miles away, the Wind-Flame Dragon Lynx watched with reverence and excitement in its eyes toward the direction the dragons had gone. “Master is finally about to make a breakthrough!” it thought to itself. “What kind of strength will Master achieve after this breakthrough?!” Over these eight hundred years, it had followed the Yellow Dragon. Not only had its initial injuries healed, but it had also stepped into the realm of higher gods, ready to fully break through at any moment.

In the place where the Water and Fire Dragons surged, the Yellow Dragon sat there. Gradually, its body rose into the air, glowing with light. Puffs of golden mist emerged, spreading over tens of thousands of miles around, eventually reaching over a hundred thousand miles. At the center of this golden sea of clouds, beams of light flashed brilliantly.

More than an hour passed.

Above, the clouds grew denser and darker, and the air currents in the surrounding area stagnated over hundreds of thousands of miles.

Two hours later, a column of purple and golden energy shot into the sky, causing violent turbulence in the upper atmosphere as if a huge hole had appeared. Then, terrifying bursts of energy spread outward, shattering all rocks and trees in the vicinity, sending them flying into the air.

A thousand-foot-long golden dragon appeared in the golden sea of clouds, thrashing violently within it.

Roar!

A dragon’s roar echoed, followed by a blast of true dragon fire that burned everything in its path.

The golden sea of clouds trembled and dispersed.

After eight hundred years in the Netherworld, the Yellow Dragon finally reached the realm of Golden Immortal, while the “Water and Fire Primordial Dragon Art” also reached the advanced stage of Dragon King.

After eight hundred years, it achieved another breakthrough. The Yellow Dragon extended its five claws downward, causing a loud rumbling as rocks shattered and trees were reduced to dust, leaving behind claw marks spanning several miles in diameter.

After a long while, everything calmed down. The Yellow Dragon reverted to its human form, feeling the surging power of its immortal essence. Delighted, its body moved effortlessly as waves of dragon energy radiated out, shaking the space around it.

“Congratulations, master, on another breakthrough!” a voice sounded at that moment.

The Yellow Dragon looked down—it was its mount, the Wind and Fire Dragon Lynx. Seeing the Lynx’s respectful and excited expression, the Yellow Dragon nodded with a smile and descended.

“Master, are you now an Upper God?” the Wind and Fire Dragon Lynx couldn’t help but ask.

After this breakthrough, even the Lynx could no longer fathom the Yellow Dragon’s strength. Though it still appeared to be a Middle God on the surface, there was a pressure that made it tremble.

An Upper God? Perhaps. With its current strength at the early stage of Golden Immortal, the Yellow Dragon could easily defeat an ordinary Upper God.

Its current strength was between that of a Level 4 and Level 5 Nether King.

“Let’s go. Someone is coming,” said the Yellow Dragon. Then, it rode on the Wind and Fire Dragon Lynx and vanished as a streak of light.

Not long after the Yellow Dragon left, the space trembled slightly, and five figures appeared above where it had stood.

“Are these dragon claw marks?!” One of the five men, an old man wearing a Nether King robe with five stars on his chest, stared in shock at the five terrifying dragon claw marks below.

“Could it be that a direct descendant of the Luning family is evolving right now? Such pure dragon energy!” added another woman with purple hair, dressed in fiery red attire with phoenix-patterned sleeves. Dragon energy still lingered in the surrounding space, unfully dissipated. This woman was from the Xier family, which, though not as prominent as the six great families of the Netherworld, was still among the top hundred families on theCanghai continent continent.

“It must be the Luning family. Aside from them, no one else possesses such pure dragon energy,” said a blond young man standing next to the purple-haired woman. This blond youth was none other than Sidde from the Blues Tribe in the Purple Spirit Mountains.

“Regardless of whether it’s the Luning family or not, our mission is what matters!” interrupted a middle-aged man with blue hair, stopping everyone from lingering there any longer to investigate further. His tone suggested he held some disapproval toward the Luning family.

“Yes, Lord Lemmi!” The other four quickly replied respectfully, not daring to be negligent.

This middle-aged man with blue hair was Lemmi, one of the deputy leaders of thetheNether KingHall in Silver Emperor City, a sixth-level powerhouse of theNether King realm.

ThetheNether KingHall had both internal and external members. Those like Huang Long, who passed theNether King trials to become powerfulNether King warriors but did not serve thetheNether KingHall, were considered external members. Internal members were thoseNether King warriors who held positions within thetheNether KingHall. Those above the position of deputy leader were the high-ranking members, wielding considerable power—families like Xier had to treat them with caution.

Lemmi nodded and led the group deeper into the northern part of the Ancient Forest.

“Sidde,” he suddenly turned around on the way, asking whether intentionally or not, “I heard that you’ve been searching for Huang Long these past years.”

“Yes, Lord Lemmi. Our tribe leader, Lord Simpson, has long wanted to meet Huang Long,” Sidde replied. He seemed unprepared for Lemmi to ask this question, his eyes flashing with panic—had his intentions been discovered?

“Is that so?” Lemmi remained calm, nodding briefly before falling silent. This relieved Sidde somewhat, but he also felt frustrated. For hundreds of years, despite his efforts to track Huang Long down, he had found no clues. All he knew was that Huang Long left Silver Emperor City eight hundred years ago and went to Holy Wen City, after which he disappeared.

“Xide, does your clan leader Simpson also want to meet the Yellow Dragon? I heard you saw the Yellow Dragon in Silver Emperor City as well, right? Is the Yellow Dragon really as amazing as the rumors say?” asked the purple-haired woman from theHill family with interest. Over the past few hundred years, the story of the Yellow Dragon breaking Marshall’s records with his followers had spread throughout the entire Netherworld, becoming highly legendary.