Chapter 100 The water and soil of this Dragon Realm are truly nourishing!

The Elder Green Dragon knelt on the ground to the side, his hands raised above his head.

In his palms was a tray, and on the tray lay a dark red jade knife.

The blade was less than an inch long.

The Elder Green Dragon's eyes were red. "The Chosen Son! Please draw out a drop of your Origin blood essence to enter the Formation and acknowledge your ancestors! Let this Ancestral Dragon Array, which has been silent for a hundred thousand epochs, feel your Supreme glory once again!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan stood where he was, staring at the jade knife.

"This... this knife looks quite sharp, huh..."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan's mouth twitched, his palms slick with sweat.

The Red Dragon Elder stepped forward and said with a smile, "The Chosen Son has eyes like torches! This is the 'God-Slaying Blade' used by the Domain Lord back then to sever the horn of the Nine Nether Devil Dragon! Although its Killing Intent is a bit heavy, it can sever hair blown against it and is incomparably sharp. Using it to draw blood will heal the wound instantly, ensuring The Chosen Son will not suffer even the slightest bit of pain!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan cursed inwardly.

He glanced at his feet.

Dark golden light patterns flowed across the Formation. At the very core of the Formation, a phantom of the "heaven-tracing mirror" was suspended.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan took a deep breath, put on an act, and said, "Ahem... well... Lord Domain Lord, esteemed Elders. This old man has been away from the Dragon Clan for too long and has seen too many partings and deaths in the Lower Realm. I suddenly feel that for something like acknowledging one's ancestors, what matters is the intention."

He raised his hand to cover his chest, his gaze sweeping across the crowd: "Flesh and blood are merely a physical shell. My loyalty to the Dragon Clan and my reverence for the First Ancestor are engraved in my Divine Soul; Heaven and Earth can bear witness to it!

How about... we skip the blood-letting part? Tedious rituals are not as good as a meeting of hearts."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Ancestral Dragon Altar fell silent. Millions of Dragon Clan members looked at each other.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan's heart jumped to his throat.

"Hum—"

Elder Golden Dragon trembled all over, tears welling up in his eyes, and he cried out, "I understand!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan took a half-step back.

Elder Golden Dragon pointed at Old Ancestor Qingxuan, "The Chosen Son is... he doesn't want to use violent means to harm his own body! Think about it, how much suffering did he endure in the Lower Realm? Being hunted by enemies, forced to abandon his True Dragon Physical Body... every drop of blood on his body is a testament to him enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens!"

"He is unwilling to shed blood because he wants to preserve this complete Human Race body to remember that history of humiliation! He is using this way to remind us that the shame the Dragon Clan once suffered must never be forgotten! What a display of sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall!"

"Bang!" Elder Black Dragon slapped his thigh, looking excited, and strode to Elder Golden Dragon's side, raising his arms. "That's right! Golden Dragon is right!"

Elder Black Dragon stared at Old Ancestor Qingxuan and said loudly, "The Chosen Son is using practical actions to tell our entire Dragon Clan: formalism is not important! Superficial Bloodline is not important either! What is truly important is that sincere heart toward the Dragon Clan!"

"In that filthy place where Spiritual Qi is exhausted in the Lower Realm, not only did The Chosen Son not lose himself, but he also honed such noble character! This Realm of transcending the shackles of Bloodline makes us juniors truly ashamed!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan didn't speak.

The Elder Green Dragon wiped the tears from his face, held the jade knife with both hands, looked up, and said in a tone used to coax a child, "The Chosen Son's painstaking efforts are engraved in the hearts of our entire clan! Please rest assured, this old servant will absolutely not let you self-mutilate!"

"This Formation is a Supreme treasure left by the First Ancestor, extremely sensitive! It only needs the tiniest drop of blood from your fingertip, even half a drop will do! The God-Slaying Blade will be withdrawn as soon as it touches, and it will absolutely not damage the integrity of your body! This old servant guarantees you, it really doesn't hurt!"

The Elder Green Dragon pushed the jade knife forward.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan gritted his teeth, looking at the knife, his finger just approaching before shrinking back. Reaching out, pulling back. This repeated three times. Sweat from his forehead dripped onto the Formation patterns.

"This old man..." Old Ancestor Qingxuan's voice was dry. "This old man just secretly calculated in his heart. The stellar signs today are chaotic, it seems... it doesn't appear to be an auspicious day. For such a major event as acknowledging one's ancestors that shakes Heaven and Earth, if we don't choose a good day, I fear it might offend the heroic spirit of the First Ancestor. How about we reschedule? Wait for this old man to calculate an auspicious day and come again?"

The Elders looked at each other. The air was quiet for a few more moments. The Elder Green Dragon's tears welled up.

"The Chosen Son! You... you are testing our patience..." The Elder Green Dragon pounded the ground.

"Testing?" Old Ancestor Qingxuan was stunned.

"Isn't it?!" The Elder Green Dragon looked around at all the high-ranking members of the Dragon Clan, "The Chosen Son drifted in the Lower Realm for countless years, suffering to the fullest! He is trying to see how deep the sincerity of our Dragon Clan's leadership is regarding his return!"

"If we don't even have the patience to wait for an auspicious day, if we only care about the ceremony right in front of us, then what difference is there between us and those sycophantic, short-sighted villains in the Lower Realm?!"

The Red Dragon Elder nodded on the side. "Makes sense! The Chosen Son's mind is as meticulous as an abyss, and every casual word contains the philosophy of the Dao! We only saw the surface but ignored The Chosen Son's deep meaning; we are truly ashamed of ourselves!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan didn't speak. The Domain Lord stepped forward. He frowned slightly.

"The Chosen Son." The Domain Lord's voice was low. "We all understand your test. But the ceremony is a rule set by the First Ancestor and is a necessary procedure to declare your orthodox status to the Three Thousand Great Worlds; it cannot be abolished."

The Domain Lord glanced at Old Ancestor Qingxuan's trembling hand and said, "If you are truly unwilling to harm your own body, this seat can do it for you."

The Domain Lord slowly raised his right hand, golden Immortal Emperor Laws flowing on his fingertips. "When this seat acts, the speed will definitely be faster than time itself. I guarantee you won't even feel a tiny bit of pain, and this ceremony will be completed."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan's hair stood on end. "Don't, don't, don't! Absolutely not!" Old Ancestor Qingxuan cried out, shrinking backward. "This old man will do it himself! This old man will do it himself!"

He took a deep breath, trembling as he reached out to pick up the "God-Slaying Blade" from the tray. The hilt was ice-cold. He closed his eyes and aimed the tip of the blade at his left index finger.

Meanwhile, in the VIP seating area a hundred miles away from the center of the altar, Gu Heng leaned back on his throne, holding a teacup. He looked at the center of the altar, "This old man's acting skills are becoming more and more refined."

Jiang Wanyin lifted her eyes. She turned her head slightly, her lips moved, and her voice traveled into Gu Heng's Sea of Consciousness, "Master."

Gu Heng tilted his head slightly. Jiang Wanyin calculated the time and whispered, "Calculating the time... Qingyue should be about to Breakthrough."

Gu Heng raised an eyebrow, "About to Breakthrough?" He separated a wisp of Divine Sense and sank it into the heaven-reaching tower.

Inside the tower, Chaotic Primordial Qi surged. In the center of that gray Chaos, a Sword Intent was impacting a certain Bottleneck.

Gu Heng's Divine Sense approached, feeling the power within that aura. "It is indeed a sign of a Breakthrough."

Gu Heng withdrew his Divine Sense. "And... this commotion is truly not small. Although one can ignore the external time flow inside the heaven-reaching tower, when breaking through such a major Realm, if there is no baptism from the external Heavenly Dao Laws, it will ultimately not be Perfection."

Gu Heng's thought stirred, and he turned his palm upward.

At this moment, in the center of the altar, Old Ancestor Qingxuan gritted his teeth and steeled his heart. "If I die, so be it!"

The God-Slaying Blade sliced across his index finger. The jade knife cut through his skin. A drop of ordinary dark red blood seeped from Old Ancestor Qingxuan's fingertip. It fell toward the Formation with dark golden light patterns flowing below. The blood traced a red line in mid-air.

"Boom————!!!"

Just when that drop of blood was less than three inches from the Formation eye, a loud explosion erupted from the direction of the VIP seating area. A wave of air instantly swept across the entire Ancestral Dragon Altar. Millions of Dragon Clan members in the audience, including the Domain Lord and the Five Great Dragon Emperors, were shaken by the loud noise, their Qi and blood churning.

Everyone's gaze shifted from the center of the altar to the VIP seating area.

On the VIP seating, the heaven-reaching tower floated above Gu Heng's palm. The tower body erupted with dark golden light, and the light was interwoven with Supreme Law runes. The bronze gate slowly opened. A misty, chaotic fog surged out from the gate.

With a sound of sword humming, a white figure walked out from that Chaos. Lin Qingyue's forehead had a silver-white mark, flowing with a faint golden light. She stepped barefoot on the Void Realm, and with every step she took, the space under her feet rippled in circles.

A pressure surged from her body. The pressure of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

On the sky above her head, the clear sky that had originally been obscured by the Ancestral Dragon Qi turned purple-black. Ten thousand miles of tribulation clouds were gathering. Inside the clouds, countless purple-golden lightning bolts as thick as water buckets were rolling.

"Crackle—crackle—crackle—" Above the Ancestral Dragon Altar, the Void Realm barrier began to shatter. Black space cracks spread out like a spider web. The Ancestral Dragon Qi surged, boiled, and let out bursts of mournful cries.

The whole place was dead silent. The Five Great Dragon Emperors stood up from their thrones, their eyes wide. The Domain Lord stood in the center of the altar, his face twisted.

Red Dragon Immortal Emperor reached out, pointing at the woman in white in mid-air, his voice trembling, "This... this aura..."

"Immortal Emperor Tribulation?"

"This Fairy... she... she is actually breaking through to Immortal Emperor?"

At the exact same moment that everyone's attention was attracted by Lin Qingyue's Immortal Emperor Tribulation. In the center of the altar. That drop of ordinary Human Race blood dripping from Old Ancestor Qingxuan's fingertip fell into the eye of the Ancestral Dragon Array below, which was flowing with dark golden light patterns.

A drop of mortal blood fell onto the phantom of the "heaven-tracing mirror".

The pressure of the Lightning Tribulation poured down, shrouding Lin Qingyue's figure. At the same time, the moment the Formation came into contact with that drop of blood. It froze.

Immediately after. Golden light erupted from the depths of the Formation, shooting straight into the nine heavens, illuminating the tribulation clouds in the sky.

"Boom—" The phantom of the "heaven-tracing mirror" was shaking violently.

The aftermath of the Chaotic Primordial Qi, mixed with the aura of the Heavenly Dao Lightning Tribulation, slammed into the phantom of the heaven-tracing mirror.

The Formation fell into a chaotic state of Law.

The next moment.

"Roar————!!!"

Nine dragon roars erupted from the depths of the altar.

Nine dragon phantoms, burning with golden flames, rushed out from the Formation and circled above the Ancestral Dragon Altar, blotting out the sky.

A golden pillar of light pierced through the firmament. That golden light dyed the purple-black Immortal Emperor Tribulation clouds in the sky into gold.

The Lightning Tribulation and the dragon phantoms shone together in the sky.

The entire scene went quiet again.

Millions of Dragon Clan Cultivators froze in place.

They looked up at the Fairy in white shrouded by the Lightning Tribulation in the sky, then turned to look at the nine golden dragon phantoms, and finally, all eyes fell upon Old Ancestor Qingxuan, who stood before the Formation, a drop of blood still hanging from his finger, his face full of dull shock.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds...

"Thump!"

The Elder Green Dragon turned his head and slammed his knees onto the altar floor, creating two pits.

Tears welled up in his eyes. Using all his strength, he prostrated himself in the direction of Old Ancestor Qingxuan and roared,

"The Chosen Son!!! Your Bloodline... Your Bloodline has actually become powerful to such an unreasonable extent!?"

"Did you see that?! How overbearing is this?"

The Red Dragon Elder jumped up and pointed at Lin Qingyue and the Formation in mid-air, "The moment The Chosen Son's blood fell into the Formation eye, that Fairy's Immortal Emperor Tribulation descended!"

"This is the Heavens using the highest standard of courtesy, the Immortal Emperor Tribulation, to proclaim that this is the true will of Heaven! The will of Heaven cannot be defied!"

The Elder Golden Dragon stood up, pressed his palms together, and bowed to the sky.

"That's right! Look carefully!"

The Elder Golden Dragon pointed at the rolling thunder in the sky, "The Immortal Emperor Tribulation thunder was clearly aimed at that Fairy! But the moment The Chosen Son's Bloodline golden light soared to the sky, the direction of the Lightning Tribulation and the color of the tribulation clouds were all affected!"

"What does this mean? It means that the Luck on The Chosen Son is so dense that even the Heavenly Tribulation has to give way! As long as he stands here, the Heavenly Dao dares not act recklessly! May the Ancestors bless us; the Dragon Clan shall flourish!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan stood at the center of the Formation, looking at the Elders worshipping him, and then looked up at the anomaly in the sky.

He lowered his head and glanced at his freshly healed wound.

The Black Dragon Elder raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"No... You have all only seen the surface!"

The Black Dragon Elder's voice was trembling, "I noticed a more important, more terrifying detail that bears thinking about!"

The Elders turned their heads to stare at him.

The Black Dragon Elder extended a trembling finger, pointing at Gu Heng, who sat on the VIP platform with a calm expression.

"Think back! Where did that Fairy who is undergoing the tribulation come from?"

"She walked out of that Senior in white's Magic Treasure!"

"And the date of The Chosen Son's return, the timing of the blood-dripping recognition, happened to coincide with this Fairy breaking through the Immortal Emperor Bottleneck, drawing the Heavenly Dao Lightning Tribulation!"

The Black Dragon Elder looked around, "Tell me... is there really such a coincidence in this world? Could this be... a generous congratulatory gift prepared by that Senior in white specifically for The Chosen Son's return?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the millions of the Dragon Clan in the audience were in an uproar.

The Elder Green Dragon gasped and slapped his forehead.

"It makes sense! Think about that Senior in white's entourage! He is accompanied by two existences at the God Emperor level that even we cannot fathom, and standing behind him are seventeen Immortal Emperors and Devil Emperors willing to serve as servants!"

"For a big shot of this level, isn't it just a simple, easy matter to arrange for a subordinate to undergo an Immortal Emperor Tribulation right here and now to build momentum for The Chosen Son's return ceremony!?"

"No wonder..." The Red Dragon Elder slapped his thigh, "No wonder... the moment that Fairy appeared, The Chosen Son's blood happened to enter the Formation! The timing was perfectly seamless, not a single bit off!"

"The Senior in white is using this heaven-shaking method to declare a fact to our Dragon Clan and the Three Thousand Great Worlds: The Chosen Son has his backing! Whoever dares to touch The Chosen Son is his enemy!"

The Elder Golden Dragon adjusted his attire, turned around, and faced the VIP platform.

He bent his knees, knelt down, and bowed in the direction of Gu Heng, his voice choked with emotion.

"Senior in white... your intentions are truly profound! What virtue or ability does my Dragon Clan possess to receive such immense grace... You traveled across billions of galaxies just to protect the Dao for The Chosen Son; my Dragon Clan will never forget this kindness!"

The Five Great Dragon Emperors exchanged glances.

"Swish!" The Five Great Dragon Emperors turned around, faced Gu Heng, and simultaneously bowed ninety degrees.

"Thank you, Senior, for your great love! The entire Dragon Clan will never forget this!"

The voice echoed over the Ancestral Dragon Altar.

On the VIP platform, Gu Heng glanced at the Dragon Clan bigwigs below, the corners of his mouth twitching twice.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Wanyin. A strange expression also appeared on Jiang Wanyin's face.

The seventeen Immortal Emperors and Devil Emperors behind Gu Heng looked at each other.

The Thunder Emperor said in the Sea of Consciousness, "Are these horned guys' brains filled with dragon dung? The Master clearly just let someone out to undergo a tribulation while he was at it, so how did it become a congratulatory gift to support that fake?"

The Star Immortal Emperor sighed, "Let them be. As long as they don't make the Master angry, they can think whatever they want."

Gu Heng sighed and brought the tea to his lips to take a sip.

"The water and soil of this Dragon Domain really are nourishing..."

The Immortal Emperor Tribulation in the sky brewed to the extreme.

"Boom!!!" Purple-gold lightning tore through the clouds and struck towards Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue's white clothes fluttered. The silver-white mark on her forehead shone brightly, releasing her cultivation at the Peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm. She did not dodge or evade, using her Physical Body to withstand the first lightning bolt.

The lightning struck her body, exploding into electric light. Lin Qingyue's figure swayed, but her aura instead climbed a notch.

The Elder Green Dragon pointed at the Lightning Tribulation in the sky, "Look! Look carefully at the color of the lightning! Purple-gold!"

"Legend has it that only when someone possessing heaven-defying Luck undergoes a tribulation will the Heavenly Dao send down a purple-gold Lightning Tribulation! While that Fairy is certainly of peerless talent, to be able to draw a purple-gold Lightning Tribulation here and now is definitely because she was tainted by the Supreme Luck that erupted from The Chosen Son's Formation!"

The Red Dragon Elder nodded from the side, "Correct... and pay attention to the rhythm of the lightning falling!"

"One, two, three... The frequency of the clouds rolling just now perfectly predicts that this is a nine-fold Lightning Tribulation! Nine is the extreme number, the position of the Supreme! This is the Heavenly Dao using this extreme method to pay tribute to the return of The Chosen Son!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyin's eyelid twitched.

The seventh purple-gold lightning bolt fell. Lin Qingyue's figure swayed, her face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

The Elder Golden Dragon looked at that trace of blood, his eyes turning red.

He turned his head to look at Old Ancestor Qingxuan, who was stunned at the center of the Formation, "The Chosen Son! Did you see that? Did you see that?!"

"That Fairy could clearly have dodged, yet she chose to withstand it with her Physical Body! She did it so that the aftermath of the Lightning Tribulation wouldn't ruin your ancestor-recognition ceremony; to block the impact of the heavenly might for you, she spared no effort to withstand the tribulation with her own flesh and blood!"

"What a spirit of sacrifice! What a loyal protector of the Dao!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan stared wide-eyed at Lin Qingyue in the sky.

The Elder Green Dragon wiped his tears, "The Chosen Son, do not be sad... That Fairy was injured on your behalf; she shed blood for the great cause of your return! You must keep this kindness in your heart, and in the future, when you regain control of the Dragon Domain, you must not treat her unfairly!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan stood in place.

"Boom————!!!" The ninth purple-gold Lightning Tribulation fell.

The lightning engulfed Lin Qingyue's figure. The Ancestral Dragon Altar fell into momentary darkness.

The next second. "Hum—" An aura a hundred times stronger than before erupted from that lightning light.

The thunderclouds dissipated, and the sky returned to clarity.

Immortal light surged around Lin Qingyue, and layers of Immortal Emperor Laws surrounded her.

Her aura leapt directly into the Early Stage of the Immortal Emperor Realm.

Five-colored petals descended from the sky, and immortal light sprinkled over the entire Dragon Domain.

The Red Dragon Elder's knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground. "The Chosen Son! That Fairy has succeeded in her tribulation!"

"This is Heaven using the Fairy's hand to tell us in the Three Thousand Great Worlds: The return of The Chosen Son is destined by fate! Even the Heavenly Dao has to send down such auspicious signs to celebrate the revival of our Dragon Clan!"

The Black Dragon Elder pointed at the five-colored immortal light in the sky, "Look at that light... Five-colored auspiciousness! This is recorded in our Dragon Clan's ancient books as a tribulation anomaly that only appears with a one in a trillion probability!"

"This is definitely not a coincidence! This must have been called forth by the Bloodline golden light that The Chosen Son just unleashed! The power of The Chosen Son is enough to reverse the heavenly secrets!"

"..." Old Ancestor Qingxuan looked up, watching the five-colored light of auspiciousness in the sky, listening to the praise and worship in his ears. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

In the sky, Lin Qingyue slowly opened her eyes, feeling the surging power within her, a flash of complexity in her eyes.

She took a step forward, space collapsed, and she landed in front of the VIP platform. Under the gaze of millions of the Dragon Clan.

She slightly raised her eyes, looking at the young man in white sitting in the main seat. A faint smile appeared on her cold face.

"Young Master Gu..."

"I trust you have been well..."