Chapter 1067: It’s Truly a Sacred Spirit Vein!

“Hmph, Golden Dragon, you’re not trying to trick us, are you? A hundred years have passed since the deadline—until when do you want us to wait?” said a dignified middle-aged man inside the Golden Dragon Temple.
This middle-aged man had muscular limbs and immense strength; sitting there, he resembled a mountain, exuding a powerful sense of pressure just from his appearance. What was most striking were the two giant half-moon-shaped golden horns on top of his head!
“Hmph, Jin Wubà, if you lack patience, you can leave. Does the Golden Dragon really stand in your way?!” sneered the Golden Dragon Saint Lord.
Jin Wubà was the leader of the Jinba Sect in the Golden Horn World, a powerful being at the Hunyuan He Dao stage—though only in its early phase, still far behind the Golden Dragon Saint Lord.
Jin Wubà snorted in response.
“Golden Dragon, you can’t speak like that. Although waiting another thousand years is just a blink for us, this amount of time isn’t trivial. But you can’t just make us wait uselessly!” said a young man in white robes at that moment.
The young man in white robes was surrounded by faint rays of divine light. Each ring of this light contained the laws of the universe—true celestial principles. Compared to him, people like Gu Han from the Wuliang Sect were like earth compared to heaven.
This young man in white robes was the leader of the Wuliang Sect, the Wuliang Saint King—Bai Wuliang!
Bai Wuliang was also the ruler of the Wuliang World. In terms of cultivation and status, he surpassed the Golden Dragon Saint Lord, Long Xiao.
Seeing Bai Wuliang speak, the Golden Dragon Saint Lord’s expression softened slightly. He said, “I sent out the message; I certainly wouldn’t joke with you all. How about this? We wait another hundred years. If that still doesn’t work, I’ll give each of you a thousand top-quality spirit veins as compensation!”
A thousand top-quality spirit veins!
The expressions of the saints in the Golden Dragon Temple eased a bit.
The Golden Dragon Saint Lord frowned as he looked at the over seventy saint kings in the temple. He hadn’t expected that spreading the news would attract so many saint kings, including Bai Wuliang and Jin Wubà!
Their arrival surely wasn’t simple.
Long Xiao knew about the grudges between the Golden Dragon Sect, the Wuliang Sect, and the Jinba Sect before the Yellow Dragon’s ascension.
“Long Xiao, this plan to collect the Wanluo Divine Water using sacred spirit veins—surely it’s not you!” Bai Wuliang continued. “Who is this person? How bold—making us wait uselessly for over a hundred years!”
Though Bai Wuliang spoke casually, his tone was aggressive.
Indeed, the saints in the temple became agitated, clearly dissatisfied as well.

Dragon Xiao, the Holy Lord of the Golden Dragons, said solemnly, “Bai Wuliang, speak clearly—what do you mean waiting over a hundred years?! I made it absolutely clear at that time about the hundred-year deadline! I repeat my words: if anyone here doesn’t want to wait any longer or doesn’t trust me, Dragon Xiao, then you may leave!”
“Brother Dragon Xiao is right. He made it very clear about the hundred-year deadline back then,” said a middle-aged man with immense dragonly aura standing beside Dragon Xiao. “I believe Brother Dragon Xiao wouldn’t joke about such a matter!”
This middle-aged man was the patriarch of the White Dragon clan, Dragon Hong, the Holy Lord of the White Dragons.
As Dragon Hong spoke, the Wing Dragon Holy Lord and the Wind Dragon Holy Lord in the hall also spoke in agreement.
Seeing this, the other saints finally calmed down.
“I’m sorry for keeping everyone waiting an extra year while I was in seclusion!” At that moment, a calm voice came from outside the hall.
The saints were startled and turned to look.
Under their gaze, a young man with black hair walked in from the entrance of the hall.
“Is this the one who wants to collect the Wanluo Divine Water?!” Jin Wuba from the Golden Domination Sect emitted a golden glow from his eyes, staring intently at Huang Long.
However, when his golden light reached Huang Long, it was dispersed by an invisible force.
The saints exchanged puzzled looks.
Even Dragon Xiao, the Holy Lord of the Golden Dragons, was greatly surprised.
“Let me introduce him to you. This is Huang Long, the Supreme Elder of our Golden Dragon clan!” After a moment of shock, Dragon Xiao stood up and said to the saints, “It is our clan’s Supreme Elder who wants to collect the Wanluo Divine Water, as well as royal-grade and supreme-grade divine artifacts.”
“What?! Huang Long, the Supreme Elder of the Golden Dragons?!”
“Is it this kid who wants to collect the Wanluo Divine Water and those supreme-grade divine artifacts?! I must be hearing wrong!”
“I heard that back in the Ancient Dragon Ruins, even Qing Cang and Gu Han combined couldn’t defeat him!”
“But so what? No matter how talented he is, as long as he hasn’t achieved sainthood, he’s still just an ant in our eyes!”
“But just now, he managed to block Jin Wuba’s divine light?! Did you see how he did it? Could it be he’s already achieved sainthood?!”
“Achieved sainthood? Ridiculous! It’s only been a short time since Huang Long entered the twelfth era—how could he have achieved sainthood?”
Dragon Xiao’s introduction of Huang Long caused chaos and discussion among the saints.
“Dragon Xiao, do you think it’s Huang Long who’s collecting the Wanluo Divine Water?” Bai Wuliang’s eyes flashed sharply as he stared at Huang Long and said solemnly, “It seems my guess was correct. You’re the one who achieved sainthood a few days ago!”
As soon as Bai Wuliang spoke, the Golden Dragon Hall fell silent.

All the saints who had been discussing stopped in their tracks, eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at Huang Long.
Was he the one who had achieved sainthood a few days ago?!
Under their astonished gazes, Huang Long met Bai Wuliang’s gaze and said indifferently, “Indeed, it was me who achieved sainthood a few days ago!”
Huang Long’s attainment of sainthood couldn’t be hidden for long, and since he had anticipated this situation when exchanging for the Wanluo Divine Water, he had no intention of concealing it.
But from Bai Wuliang’s words, Huang Long realized that Bai Wuliang seemed to have already guessed that he had achieved sainthood.
Did he already know about Guhan’s death at his hands?
“As expected, it’s you!” Bai Wuliang sneered. “Huang Long, you’ve made us wait for over a hundred years. If you can’t produce sacred spiritual veins now, don’t think that just because you’ve achieved sainthood, no one will be able to deal with you!”
After saying that, Bai Wuliang’s Wanluo Divine Light surged into the sky—thirty layers in total, at perfect maturity!
Each layer was a small world belonging to a primordial deity, with the powers of these deities circulating among them.
“Indeed, even if you’ve achieved sainthood and are the supreme elder of the Golden Dragon clan, if you can’t produce sacred spiritual veins and dare to toy with us, I, Jin Wubà, will be the first to spare you!” Jin Wubà shouted in response.
Upon hearing this, the Golden Dragon Sacred Lord Long Xiao’s expression darkened. Just as he was about to speak, Huang Long shook his head at him. Then, with a gesture of his hands, in front of the astonished saints, spiritual veins resembling the Milky Way were drawn out of thin air one by one by Huang Long.
There were a full hundred of them!
Each spiritual vein was countless billions of miles long and wide, and Huang Long sealed them in separate spaces using barriers in the air above the hall.
Even so, the spiritual energy occasionally leaking from these spaces made the saints feel as though they would be instantly overwhelmed by the power of the sacred spirits.
“Sacred spiritual veins! Truly sacred spiritual veins—all of them! Heaven, there are a hundred!” A saint king ranked lower, who usually practiced with only top-quality spiritual veins, couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment.