Chapter 0112: The Ruins of the Gods

Through open communication, Huang Long and Long Yi eventually formed an alliance. However, when Long Yi revealed the true strength of the World Alliance, Huang Long was slightly surprised—its strength was actually twice what it appeared to be. No wonder Long Yi dared to claim he could destroy the Dragon Clan. Excluding the peak warriors from the Divine Realm and Sacred Realm, the World Alliance’s strength was definitely greater than that of the Dragon Language Empire and the Dragon Clan.

Through more than two thousand years of effort, the World Alliance had reached an astonishing level of strength. After establishing a preliminary alliance, Long Yi left. Neither the arrival nor departure of Long Yi was known to the members of the Huang family.

The next day, the Zhao family also left the capital of the Lu Tong Kingdom. Accompanying them was Lord Lin Quan from the Blizzard Empire. Before leaving, Lord Lin Quan hinted that the emperor of the Blizzard Empire intended to form an alliance with the Huang family.

Huang Long had no objection to an alliance with the Blizzard Empire. After all, with the Zhao family’s support—although the relationship between his aunt Zhao Miao and his mother Zhao Rong wasn’t very good—they were still family, which was better than forming alliances with the Great Grassland Empire, the Dark Forest Empire, or the Orc Empire.

As for other small families and forces seeking to join the alliance, they were all rejected one by one. After all, the Huang family’s status was considerable—its influence and standing were now comparable to that of an empire. Would an empire form alliances with those small kingdoms and duchies? Of course not. Those small kingdoms and duchies were vassals of the five great empires; an alliance would imply equality, which was a different matter.

Of course, if those small families and forces wished to submit to the Huang family and become its vassals, Huang Long would welcome them.

As for those guardians from the Sacred Realm, while they claimed to join the Huang family, they were essentially submitting to it as well. Their status was slightly higher than that of servants.

Huang Long set a five-year period for joining the Sacred Realm, considering his own strength. He was confident that within five years, he would reach the Tribulation Phase, becoming a warrior of the Divine Realm in this world. By then, whether those guardians stayed or left would no longer matter to him.

After Long Yi left, Huang Long intensified his cultivation. Sitting cross-legged in the heavens, he released his spiritual essence, enveloping himself in a cloud of mist. Within the mist, lightning flashed, along with golden light and flames. Above, fierce winds howled, tearing through everything.

The higher one goes from the ground, the more violent the winds become. At heights of tens of thousands of feet, even the strongest beings of the Sacred Realm cannot reach such places, as even their physical bodies cannot withstand the tearing force of these storms. Yet, the Yellow Dragon now intends to cultivate within these layers of fierce winds, using them to temper both his physical body and his spiritual essence.

Amidst these winds, the Yellow Dragon’s physical body and spiritual essence become increasingly solidified and gradually transform. With each breath he takes, the winds surrounding him even ripple, as if merging with him.

After an unknown amount of time, rays of light suddenly appeared in the space around the Yellow Dragon. Indeed, it was rays of light—ripples spreading across the space like ripples on water’s surface. These rays grew in number until they covered an area of thousands of feet around him. Then, as if alive, they began to pulse back and forth, emitting beams of light.

What was even more astonishing was that as these rays moved, they howled through the space, cutting it into thin slices, like paper.

During his battle with Moro, the Yellow Dragon integrated the principles of light into his divine techniques. It was the Cycle Cutting Art—a supreme divine technique. Once combined with the principles of light, its power increased further. With a thought from the Yellow Dragon, the rays disappeared, and darkness enveloped the surrounding space. Not mist, but pure blackness—imperceptible and untouchable, the exact opposite of light. Eventually, this darkness coalesced into a black hole. Like an bottomless pit formed in the vast starry sky, it continuously devoured all surrounding air currents and even all light.

This was another supreme divine technique the Yellow Dragon had developed after his battle with the sinner Pat, integrating the principles of the undead. It was the Star Devouring Art—a technique whose power rivaled that of the Cycle Cutting Art.

After cultivating all night until dawn, the Yellow Dragon descended back to the courtyard on the ground from the heavens. “The Dragon Clan!” A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

It had been over a month since the battle at the Dragon Language Empire’s palace. During that time, his strength had improved significantly, but he still felt it was far not enough. After learning about the strength of the Dragon Clan from Long Yi, he felt a sense of pressure. Enhancing his strength had become his most urgent task.

“It seems I need to visit the Ruins of the Gods!” the Yellow Dragon said slowly, his eyes gleaming.

The Ruins of the Gods—the ancient battlefield of the gods, also known as the Continent of the Gods.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the gods descended to the Hengyuan Realm to fight over something, and under their overwhelming power, the Hengyuan Continent was split into two—Hengyuan Continent and the Gods’ Continent, separated by the Endless Sea. When the gods perished, the Gods’ Continent became their graveyard. It is said that the graveyard is filled with divine essences, divine bodies, and divine artifacts. Over the past tens of thousands of years, countless powerful beings have been tempted to explore it, but most never returned. This is because the graveyard still retains the destructive power of those gods, which has given rise to powerful undead, evil spirits, and monstrous creatures. The Hengyuan Continent is home to human kingdoms, while the Gods’ Continent is now a habitat for undead, evil spirits, and powerful monsters. “Young master, you’re going to the Gods’ Ruins!” Bog, who had entered the courtyard from outside, was shocked upon hearing Huang Long’s words. Bog naturally knew about the Gods’ Ruins. In the eyes of many powerful beings on the Hengyuan Continent, the Gods’ Ruins were nothing but a place of death. “Mm,” Huang Long nodded. Seeing that the young master truly intended to go, Bog grew anxious. Though he knew the young master’s decisions were unchangeable, he couldn’t help but advise, “Young master, I heard that some of the mutated evil spirits in the Gods’ Ruins are as powerful as the gods themselves!” “I know that. Alright, what brings you here?” Huang Long raised his hand. Bog, feeling helpless, waited for Huang Long to speak before respectfully saying, “Young master, Venlise from the Dark Forest Empire’s temple has come to see you. Shall I let her in?” “The Dark Forest Temple?” Huang Long was surprised. Bog nodded. “Yes, young master. She’s waiting in the Huang family hall, accompanied by the family head and his wife.” “Mm, then let’s go.” When Huang Long arrived at the hall, he saw a beautiful woman dressed in a white priest’s robe. Unlike the stunning beauty of the Great Asura Sulis, this woman had a delicate and natural beauty. When she saw Huang Long arrive, everyone stood up. The woman named Venlise rose as well, her captivating eyes fixed on Huang Long—filled with shyness, curiosity, and admiration.