Chapter 0133: The Sea Festival

He had reached the pinnacle of the Sacred Realm! The Yellow Dragon couldn’t help but roar to the sky once again.
All the fierce spirits and monsters around the Continent of Gods lay prostrate on the ground.
It took some time before the Yellow Dragon calmed down from his excitement and noticed the changes in the Tree of the Netherworld inside the Pavilion of Immortals.
The Tree of the Netherworld had grown to over sixty meters tall!
Originally, before entering the Continent of Gods, it was only nearly twenty meters tall. Now, at over sixty meters—three times taller—it surprised the Yellow Dragon even more that there were sixteen flowers on it.
These sixteen flowers were crystal clear, with somewhat strange shapes. Each had five petals, in various colors, perched on the branches, emitting a faint glow and a soft radiance.
Was this divine power?
When the Yellow Dragon penetrated with his divine sense, he immediately discovered that the radiance surrounding these flowers was the same as the spiritual essence of the Dragon God Angus.
If it wasn’t divine power, then what could it be?
“The Tree of the Netherworld is blooming? Could it bear fruit soon?” The Sky-Blue Python Ox shook its ox head, staring with its ox eyes and murmuring.
It knew about the Tree of the Netherworld, which it had obtained from the Palace of the Demon King during its journey to hell back then.
Over these nine years, as the Yellow Dragon’s mount, it often stayed inside the Pavilion of Immortals when it wasn’t convenient to appear in front of others. It had spent the most time with the Tree of the Netherworld, but it had never imagined it would bloom or bear fruit.
Fruit? The Yellow Dragon’s mind stirred.
In the Pangu World, the Ginseng Fruit Tree with innate spiritual roots produced ginseng fruits, the Peach Tree root produced peaches, and the Yellow Plum Tree produced yellow plums. So what kind of fruit would the Tree of the Netherworld bear? The Yellow Dragon felt a hint of anticipation.
However, he had indeed never thought about the tree blooming or bearing fruit before, because over the years, although it constantly absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, its growth had been extremely slow. The Yellow Dragon had tried to infuse it with his own vital energy, but to no avail. Only now did he realize that the tree actually needed to absorb divine power to grow!
“Young master, that dragon?” Bog returned to his senses from the Tree of the Netherworld and asked in shock, looking at the golden dragon coiled around the palace in the Pavilion of Immortals.
“A Five-Clawed Golden Dragon!” The Yellow Dragon gazed at the golden dragon, his eyes filled with nostalgia, excitement, and a hint of pride.
This was a true divine dragon!
“A Five-Clawed Golden Dragon?!” Bog, Nat, Gusta, and the others were shocked.
“Yes,” the Yellow Dragon nodded.
In time, this world would gradually come to know what a true divine dragon truly looked like.
After a while, the Yellow Dragon and his group set off on their journey back to the Continent of Eternal Origin. After three months, their adventure in the Continent of Gods finally came to an end.

Even Huang Long hadn’t expected such an outcome for this journey. Not only had his cultivation reached the peak of the Sacred Realm, but the Group of Immortals Pavilion had also evolved into an Immortal Artifact, giving rise to a spirit of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. This journey could truly be called “perfect.” Due to Huang Long’s breakthrough to the peak of the Sacred Realm and his use of sword flight when alone, his speed was several times faster than before. In just over ten days, he crossed the Continent of Gods and the Sea of Infinity.

“Finally back on the Continent of Hengyuan,” said Nate, standing beside Huang Long and gazing at it with emotion.

Among those who went to the Continent of Gods, Nate underwent the greatest change. Before going there, he was only at the ninth level of the advanced stage, but now he was already a strong warrior at the middle stage of the Sacred Realm.

“Let’s go,” said Huang Long, feeling the gentle sunlight high above the Continent of Hengyuan. He mounted the Sky Blue Python Ox and led the way toward the Blizzard Empire.

Calculating the days, Grandpa Zhao Yang’s 90th birthday was approaching.

On the Continent of Gods, there were fierce spirits, undead, and monsters everywhere—tension, battles, and cold. Now, standing once again on the Continent of Hengyuan with the sea breeze blowing, Bogge and Gusta also felt as if they had been “reborn.”

Seeing Huang Long leave, they quickly flew after him.

However, not long after taking off, Huang Long stopped. Frowning, he patted the Sky Blue Python Ox, which understood and descended from the sky.

Upon reaching the ground, they saw chaos ahead. Teams of sea warriors were chasing humans. Some of the humans being chased were captured and killed on the spot, while others were tied up or surrounded. The sea warriors rode magical beasts and trampled the fallen humans mercilessly.

The sea warriors laughed wildly and played around, while the humans’ screams, cries, and desperate struggles created a tragic scene.

Huang Long patted the Sky Blue Python Ox and stepped forward. When the sea warriors saw him and his group, they grinned viciously and charged with their sharp knives.

“There are a few more here!” shouted a sea turtle warrior arrogantly.

This cry immediately drew the attention of various sea warriors from the surroundings, who gathered around.

Seeing this, the Sky Blue Python Ox snorted through its nostrils, releasing two streams of white vapor. It lifted its legs and kicked repeatedly. Those kicked by it traced beautiful arcs through the air before crashing dozens of meters away, where they lay on the ground, screaming in pain.

The fat lion wasn’t to be outdone either. It swished its tail, striking each of the sea warriors one after another, sending them flying in all directions, dizzy and disoriented.

Borg and Gustav were still somewhat restrained; after all, they were prominent figures in the famous Eternal Yuan Continent. When they arrived, they were simply picked up and thrown aside like chicks. But Nat wasn’t polite at all. He had just advanced to the middle stage of the Sacred Realm and had long wanted to test his current strength. Moreover, he had always disliked the sea tribes, so he moved straight through them, punching each one.

Most of these sea tribe warriors were only at level three, with very few at level four. How could they withstand the attacks of people like the Sky Blue Python Ox? It was pure self-destruction.

As many came as many flew backward.

In an instant, hundreds of sea tribe warriors lay dead or wounded on the ground.

At first, some reckless ones kept attacking desperately, but eventually, when they realized the terror of Huang Long and his group, they fled in panic, retreating as far as possible.

The situation on Huang Long’s side finally caught the attention of the sea tribe leader.

Before long, surrounded by thousands of sea tribe warriors, a sea tribe leader approached.

“These are warriors from the Taidel clan of the sea tribes,” said Borg, standing behind Huang Long.

The Taidel clan was a very famous race among the sea tribes, holding a high status. Their status among the sea tribes was comparable to that of the Elan family in the Orc Empire.

It was said that the warriors of the Taidel clan possessed a natural talent—using spatial water to create storm wave barriers. Within such barriers, even opponents one rank higher could be easily killed.

Shigri stepped forward in front of Huang Long and his group, looking at the dead and wounded sea tribe warriors on the ground, then shouted, “Are it you vile humans who have injured our great sea tribe warriors?”

However, none of Huang Long’s group replied.

Huang Long looked calmly at this Taidel clan warrior. At the high level nine, his strength was quite impressive—no wonder he was so arrogant.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Shigri’s face turned dark green. He said coldly, “You don’t speak? Pretending to be mute, huh? Hehe, go up there, cut out their tongues, and then kill them. Make sure to leave their bodies intact. I’ve recently raised a batch of red crocodiles.”

“Yes, Lord Shigri!” Six sea tribe warriors stepped forward behind Shigri.

These six warriors were at the early to middle level nine.

“Hehe, human boy, is this your battle pet? Haha, just a green ox?”

“I heard the beef from green oxen is quite good.”

“This fire lion is quite fat; its meat must be even better.”

The sea tribe warriors laughed as they surrounded them.

“Demon Shark warriors.”

“Giant Crab warriors.”

Nate sneered. Among these six sea race warriors, there were four Demon Shark warriors and two Crab Warriors—both were warrior races with excellent combat skills and talents among the sea races.
“Hehe, kid, you’ve got good eyes,” said one of the Demon Shark warriors with a smile, then his eyes filled with murderous intent as his mouth opened wide, suddenly growing more than twice its size. Along with a deep roar, spatial waves surged, vaguely forming a giant shark that lunged at Huang Long and his group.
This was the combat technique of the sea race’s Demon Shark clan: Shark Roar.
The other Demon Shark warriors and Crab Warriors also rushed to attack, fearing their merits would be stolen.
The Crab Warriors’ attack involved opening and closing their massive arms, creating a storm that swept toward Huang Long and his group.
This was the combat technique of the sea race’s Crab Warriors: Storm Whirl.
Of course, since Shigri had ordered to cut off Huang Long and his group’s tongues first before killing them, they held back a bit in their attacks.
But as soon as these six sea race warriors attacked, a thunderous bull roar and a lion’s roar sounded. The six warriors felt darkness cover their vision, and before they could understand what was happening, they lost consciousness.
Boom! Boom! Suddenly, two loud explosions echoed from the ground, causing the entire area to shake violently.
After a while, when things calmed down, the surrounding sea race warriors gasped in shock.
Inside the two giant footprints, the four Demon Shark warriors and two Crab Warriors had been crushed into flesh.
Standing in front of the sea race warriors were two colossal creatures: a giant bull and a giant lion.
The Sky Blue Python Bull lifted its foot and snorted, “Beef is delicious, right?”
Shigri looked up and, along with the other sea race warriors, was filled with terror: “Sacred Realm Magical Beasts!”
“Retreat!” Shigri shouted, immediately fleeing on his mount in panic.
But he hadn’t gone far before being hit by the Sky Blue Python Bull, sending him and his mount to join the fate of the previous six sea race warriors.
As the Sky Blue Python Bull and the fat lion prepared to chase after the other fleeing sea race warriors, Huang Long said, “No need to chase.”
Only then did the Sky Blue Python Bull and the fat lion stop.
“Let’s go and find out what’s going on,” Huang Long said after a while, looking at the people gathering in the distance.
When those people saw Huang Long and his group kill the sea race leader and drive away the sea race warriors, they cheered. Seeing Huang Long and his group approaching, they showed reverence and knelt in submission.
Later, Huang Long learned what had happened.

In a few months, the Sea Folk will hold a Sea Festival, which requires the flesh and blood of ten thousand human men and women, which is why what happened before took place.
“The Sea Festival,” Huang Long frowned.