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"Hmm?"

At this time, from the distant southeast to the northwest, the powers of the four seas all had a peculiar feeling, as if a fresh current was flowing into the stagnant waters they inhabited.

Yes, fresh.

The waters of the Dragon Palaces of the four seas were like stagnant, putrid pools—large enough but still, not flowing freely. The tranquil waters lacked liveliness, and though not filth-ridden, they gave off a profound sense of decay.

This is why the infusion of fresh currents, much like fresh air pouring into a long-sealed room, left a notably distinctive impression.

"What’s happened outside?"

At the Beihai Dragon Palace, the Duke of Wei looked outside with immense worry.

There were still two days before the deadline given by Chen Qing; however, no one took Chen Qing’s words completely at face value.

Who could tell if he lied? Even if he hadn’t, anything could change—Chen Qing presumed there would be three days, but the real situation might not align with his prediction.

"Father, should we... send someone to take a look?" the Duke of Wei’s youngest son asked.

For this venture, the Duke of Wei had left his eldest son to guard the north while his most beloved youngest son accompanied him.

It wasn’t that he valued his eldest any less; the fraught journey posed many risks, and should anything go wrong, at least there would be someone to take the lead back home.

As for his youngest, who was extremely gifted, it was worth the risk to see if he could seize an opportunity.

"Look at what?" the Duke of Wei shot back a glance: "With just the few of us, how can we afford to split up? If it’s truly the worst-case scenario, what good would just looking do?"

"Then what shall we..."

"We have no choice but to take the risk..." said the Duke of Wei, staring at the enormous turtle before him.

Just like the Princess Royale, the Duke of Wei’s team quickly determined the most valuable aspect of this Dragon Palace heritage.

Many wondrous items lay within, but paramount was the immediate enhancement of combat ability, as only this could ensure greater strategies in the future.

Dragon Transformation was the only path!

"Father, why don’t I give it a try..." his youngest son proposed, barely swallowing his saliva.

As already detailed, the probabilities of Dragon Transformation were clear.

They had searched the Beihai for an entire day, and though they had found many Dragon Transformation Objects—about a dozen—most were of inferior quality, such as House Centipedes and Arctic Jellyfish, all disheartening in terms of both the kind of dragon they’d become and success rates.

The only decent prospect was the colossal turtle before them.

The Beihai Mystical Turtle, as recorded in the documents nearby, was of high-dragon blood lineage, with the highest chance of evolving into a Beihai Ice Dragon at thirty percent, and nearly seventy percent likelihood to become a majestic Dragon Turtle.

Compared to the other species they had encountered, this was of exceptional quality, boasting both an impressive upper limit and a respectable base level.

The Dragon Turtle held most of the True Dragon’s Divine Skills, even possessing the power to summon wind and rain, ranking as quite a formidable species among the lower-tier dragons.

"You?" the Duke of Wei frowned at his son’s suggestion: "No, you’re not suitable. You’re younger and have more potential. If there’s a chance, you should go for the species with the best certainty."

"But if you risk it and something happens, what will we do?"

"Your brother already possesses seventy percent of my expertise, and with the help of the Northern Aristocratic Family, he can more than hold his own. In these turbulent times, an old fellow like me sitting on these few assets and unwilling to gamble is truly the one with no future."

Taking a breath, the Duke of Wei stepped forward: "Mr. Guijing, let’s begin!"

The man who resembled Liu Yu from the Wei Kingdom nodded slightly: "The ceremony for the Dragon Turtle?"

"No..." the Duke of Wei shook his head: "I’m betting on the other one!"

"Father!" The younger son was startled.

"Are you sure?" Mr. Guijing frowned.

"Didn’t you hear what young Chen said? There are tens of thousands of Flood Dragons outside, wielding seventy percent of the world’s moisture.

You’ve also seen the monsters slumbering in the Dragon Palace—any random Yaksha is an entity beyond our limits.

If those creatures gain control of the world’s moisture, what hope does our Human Race have? "

"This Dragon Turtle title sounds prestigious, one of the nine esteemed offspring beneath the pure-blooded Dragon Clan, but isn’t it still subordinate to them? Can we outcompete the true members of the Dragon Clan? If we’re going to risk our lives, why not aim for the best?"

Everyone: "...."

"You’re still the same as ever..." Mr. Guijing’s stern face rarely showed a hint of a smile: "Shall we start now?"

"There’s no time to wait!" the Duke of Wei said sternly: "These lively currents suggest something happened outside. We’re pressed for time, let’s hurry!"

"Alright!" Mr. Guijing nodded: "Everyone else, step back!"

"Father..." the youngest son still sounded reluctant.

"If I fail, immediately flee with Mr. Guijing back to Beihai. If young Chen is alive, have your brother submit the northern territories under his command. If Chen is dead too... instruct your brother to evacuate the North immediately, especially be wary of the Lu Family folks from the north!"

Nodding at his father’s words, the youngest son knew the Lu Family had dubious intentions, having left the Capital City for the north after Lumings’ death.

"Begin..."

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"Indeed..."

On the other side, Chen Qing was completely unaware that his clash with Bai Yu was causing the powers of the Four Seas to become vigilant.

But that was to be expected; anyone would become inexplicably wary upon discovering the influx of fresh, lively water from an external source.

However, this disturbance did not originate from the Dragon Palace but rather from Bai Yu’s trump card.

It had to be said that Bai Yu’s planning was excellent. The person she chose, Shen Lao San, was of great value. Shen Lao San’s Sky Water Technique was one of the nine divine techniques that was most useful within the Dragon Palace Secret Realm.

One could see that the massive flow of fresh water ignored the Spatial Array completely, continuously pouring in just like back at Daqing Mountain. As long as Bai Yu was in the area, no space could block her from summoning the flow of water.

Those who had previously fought Shen San never understood why he could suddenly call forth such massive floods.

The great weakness of water magicians was that they were highly dependent on their surroundings; in places devoid of moisture, they were like skilled cooks without rice.

But Shen San seemed to be an exception. Even in the scorching deserts, he could use tremendous torrents to create several powerful water techniques that could cause the enemy forces to collapse.

Back then, many people did not understand the principle behind Shen Lao San’s techniques; however, Chen Qing knew.

The Sky Water Technique used oneself as the pivot to channel water from previously set technique points.

As long as one’s spiritual power was sufficient, Shen Lao San could even relocate an entire sea region’s water to the desert.

Bai Yu, in her tens of thousands of years of dedicated cultivation, focused on honing her spiritual power.

Her immense spiritual power enabled her to control her subjects from thousands of miles away.

Weichi Feihong once claimed that their lord was cautious because of the need to hide from their other brothers and sisters’ pursuit, thus mastering this long-distance manipulation technique.

But Chen Qing knew that wasn’t the reason. All ancient worms possessed methods to remotely control their subjects, but only Bai Yu could manipulate with such precision over such a vast distance because she valued Shen Lao San’s techniques from the very beginning.

The Sky Water channeling brought with it a misty confusion. Murong Kuan Feng dispersed it in an instant, but what was revealed inside sent a chill through Murong Yunji’s heart.

There were four huge clamshells, the smallest of which was tens of thousands of feet in size. Each time they opened and closed, a stench of blood emanated, posing a threat even to Murong in her Celestial Firmament State!

Bai Yu, now in a substantial form rather than a mist, had blood-red eyes. Two drops of blood seeped out as she gazed at Chen Qing, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Open!"

One of the massive clamshells slowly opened, a thick scent of blood gushed out, and a very familiar figure stepped out. Chen Qing was not surprised, but Murong in the Celestial Firmament State was taken aback.

Weichi Feihong!

This being enveloped in intense bloodiness, the one that made her feel such an overwhelming sense of danger, was actually Weichi Feihong?

She still remembered meeting him two years ago when he was just a First Rank Warrior, like a plaything in her hands, unable to even see her movements clearly.

Yet now, just one look at him was enough to make her hair stand on end!

"You two..." The previous charm of Bai Yu was gone, replaced by sheer brutality and ferocity!

"I will capture you alive and torment you over and over, for thousands, tens of thousands of years, without the mercy of death!!"

Her voice was filled with deep resentment, revealing her extreme anger towards Chen Qing.

This was her last trump card; the three massive clamshells were secret treasures for raising corpses, originally intended to be used at a critical moment to vie for the Dragon Transformation Object.

But she was forced to resort to them here, and once summoned, she would be unable to use them again for a hundred years.

The plan for the three clamshells was to have them only open now, her original Corpse Dragon plan was almost ruined!

"Oh..." Chen Qing uttered, "That does sound terrifying indeed..."

"Kill Murong, capture Chen Qing!" Bai Yu didn’t waste more words but directly commanded Weichi Feihong.

With a flash of blood in his eyes, Weichi Feihong launched an uppercut into the sky. The terror of the mere punch’s kinetic energy, as if shattering the void, shattered Murong’s giant tornado on impact!

The entire body of water evaporated in an instant under that terrifying punch, and Murong was blasted half to bits, sent flying out like a piece of torn fabric. Chen Qing, from a distance, caught him with a technique and turned to look at Weichi Feihong, who had thrown that earth-shaking punch.

Their previous conversation sprang to mind once again.

He remembered that it was on the walls of Lyuzhou City where he first attempted to win over Weichi Feihong, only to be rejected.

"You don’t understand how powerful she is. The strength she displays is beyond what you can possibly imagine."

At that time, Chen Qing was puzzled as to why Weichi Feihong could be so desperate? To the point of absolute submission, if only to beg for the other party to have a hint of pity for the Human Race.

After finding out that the other party was Princess Bai Yu, he had a rough idea of the situation.

Any warrior in this world, upon seeing the power of the subjects Bai Yu had cultivated, would likely despair.

After all... the essence of her secret technique created Blood Corpses that were essentially version two of the original creations.

The overwhelming dominance of spanning versions would, of course, appear as despair in the eyes of the people of this world!

Bai Yu also thought this way; anyone in the world who saw her true power would surely despair, but why...?

Why didn’t he?

Looking at Chen Qing in the distance, who was holding Murong Yunji and floating in the brief vacuum, Bai Yu was taken aback once again.

This guy was always like that...

The first time she met him, she didn’t like the look in Chen Qing’s eyes.

That look as if everything was within his expectations...