Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The Dragon Beast Longevity was extremely long. As long as they could obtain a Dragon Fluid, in the next few hundred thousand years, the sect would have a strong Dragon Beast guarding them. This would be enough to raise their Myriad Birds Building's overall strength by a large amount.    

The way to obtain Dragon Fluid was extremely demanding, one had to collect five Dragon Scale. In the past, the disciples who were sent into the Heavenly Dragon Secret Realm by the Thousand Year House usually did not possess such methods and strength; while the other sects did not know much about the Dragon Fluid, thus, it has been thousands of years since a dragon appeared.    

Duan Mingkong and Lee Chi originally did not hold much hope for this.    

However, unexpectedly, due to a series of circumstances, there was someone who managed to gather all of the Dragon Scale, causing them to appear. Surprised, they did not hold back, and after discussing for a bit, they changed their plans.    

Right now, the priority was to go all out and obtain the Dragon Fluid.    

Duan Mingkong and Lee Chi who were extremely anxious, rushed towards the Dragon's Tomb. However, they knew that the Dragon Fluid had not been in existence for long, and there was still a period of time before it could completely absorb it.    

During this period of time, it just so happened that Demonic Beast was at its weakest. As long as his Demonic Beast could swallow its opponent, he would be able to snatch the opportunity to advance to become a dragon.    

Lowering his head to look at the white flying tiger below him, Duan Mingkong's heart was filled with anticipation.    

In fact, this Demonic Beast did not belong to the tiger-type, but rather had a noble birth. Snow Qiong Qi with the same Ancient Bloodline was supposed to have a strength that was several times stronger than ordinary Demonic Beast of the same level. Once it was promoted to become a dragon, it would undoubtedly be able to give it a great deal of fighting power.    

The pure white Snow Qiong Qi's hair was bright and clean. It looked extremely similar to a tiger, but it had two extra wings compared to a tiger. Its mouth and face even had a set of dense fangs.    

This beast of ancient bloodline was even more precious and rare than the Black Serpent. Back then, he had abandoned the Black Snake and saved his life on the altar of the devil sect's sacred object. However, without the Snow Qiong Qi, he still could not escape under the pursuit of the devil son, Chu Haiyu.    

As for Lee Chi's White Appearance Bear, it was naturally a little inferior in front of the Snow Qiong Qi.    

Just as they were about a few kilometers away from the location, three human figures appeared in front of them. They were planning to leave the Dragon Head District and head towards the Dragon-Claw Region to fight over the "Son of Fate", Shi Guanghua and the others.    

A thought suddenly flashed through Duan Mingkong's mind. He shifted his direction and dashed towards Shi Guanghua and the others.    

"Duan Mingkong? "You guys are in a hurry, what is it?"    

Seeing that the two from the Flying Bird Temple were quickly approaching, Shi Guanghua stopped in his tracks, a serious look in his eyes.    

Previously, Shi Guanghua had displayed good will towards the people from the Flying Bird Temple, wanting to team up and seize the Son of Fate, but was rejected by Duan Mingkong without hesitation. Now, this Duan Mingkong and Lee Chi had a face of anxiety as they sprinted over.    

Of course, Shi Guanghua did not take the two of them too seriously. After all, other than himself, Di Shijian was also following behind him. There was also a young monk.    

"Senior Martial Brother Shi, I have come specially for you." Duan Mingkong slightly bowed and said.    

Hearing this, Shi Guanghua was stunned, but after that he revealed a happy expression: "Junior Brother Duan, have you thought it through? Are you willing to join this monk's team to deal with other sects? To fight for the Son of Fate? "    

"That's right, that's what we wanted."    

Duan Mingkong said as he nodded his head. Hearing his words, the faces of Shi Guanghua, the other monk and Di Shijian all became peaceful.    

If one was not friends, they were enemies. There was no such thing as a neutral person.    

The Four Great Empires of the Seven Sacred Grounds had gathered their Underground Dragon Tomb, but the location of the Son of Fate was not clear.    

Thunder Rush Temple had already originally teamed up with Jiugong Pavilion. If combined with the assistance of the Flying Bird Camp, he might not be unable to defeat Heavenly Extreme Hall which had always been domineering, treating him as the number one sect in Yuanwu Continent.    

And because Shi Guanghua's side's strength far surpassed their Flying Bird Lodge and Jiugong Pavilion, even if the final Son of Fate were to choose from among the three of them, Thunder Rush Temple's side had the highest chance of winning.    

His luck was extremely good, and he could fight for it.    

"However, I have a request. As long as Shixiong Shi and Shixiong Di can help me complete it, we, the Flying Bird Camp, can choose to give up. After defeating the other competitors, my junior brother and I will automatically teleport away."    

Without the slightest hesitation, Duan Mingkong revealed all his efforts and gains in one go.    

"Really?"    

"What request?" Shi Guanghua, who had always been carefree, could not help but become serious. If it was really like this, then the chances of their Thunder Rush Temple obtaining Son of Fate should not be too far off.    

As for the rest, and the rest, they had no way to contend against Thunder Rush Temple.    

In this way, the Thunder Rush Temple would hopefully develop and expand in the next fifty years.    

Of course, this item is useless against the Martial Cultivator. I hope that all of you seniors can escort me on my journey and help me clear the obstacles on my way. " Duan Mingkong nodded and said.    

"Alright!"    

Although Shi Guanghua looked rough and wild on the outside, he was extremely meticulous, and his mind was spinning even faster.    

Currently, Feng Zhuiyun and Tang Qingqiu, who were two of the four geniuses, should have already entered the Dragon-Claw Region, so there weren't any strong opponents in the Dragon Head District.    

At most, only Lin Tujue with Star Image Sect could enter his eyes, but with Star Image Sect alone, Lin Tujue was unable to do anything to him …    

The five of them headed straight for the Land of Buried Dragons.    

Having gotten a few helpers for nothing, Duan Mingkong was naturally extremely pleased with himself.    

Although he still did not know who exactly had gathered the Dragon Scale to open the Dragon Fluid up till now, there was no doubt that the other party's strength was even more outstanding than he had imagined.    

Maybe the person who unsealed the Dragon Fluid and made it reappear was one of the four great geniuses.    

However, now that he had Shi Guanghua's help, even if that person was truly one of the Four Little Geniuses, Duan Mingkong would never choose to retreat.    

Hehe, once the Snow Qiong Qi eats the Dragon Fluid and becomes a dragon, why would I be afraid of any one of them?    

"..."    

Inside the Dragon Burial Ground, the Raging Flame Lion King was suffering intense pain. Its bones and flesh had been torn apart and completely transformed into a skeleton.    

However, this was not the end. The true pain came from being able to reform and condense after that.    

It was easier said than done to gather elemental energy to cast Blood Essence s, to form skin, to form bone blood, and to reconstruct one's physical body.    

It was a good thing that the Dragon Fluid's energy was extremely abundant. The Raging Flame Lion King continued to consume its own soul energy, transforming the energy from the Dragon Fluid into flesh and blood, and reconstructing its demon body.    

This process was simply outrageous. It was something that had only appeared in ancient texts in the past, but it also seemed to be incomparably simple.    

The bones of the Raging Flame Lion King were quietly suspended in the air, everything was happening automatically. The only thing it wanted to do was to enjoy the endless pain to its heart's content.    

Its entire body was enveloped in pitch-black flames, and its originally milky white skeleton was slowly being constructed. A faint golden light shone from it.    

The Raging Flame Lion King's soul was constantly being torn apart, its soul was being torn apart, and its spirit was being repaired. Although it was extremely painful, the soul was also unceasingly growing. Immediately, under the cover of the Dragon Fluid's energy, balls of Blood Light s could be seen surging on the golden skeleton's four limbs and bones, gradually forming tendons, bones, skin, and membranes …    

If anyone was familiar with this process, they would realize that the speed at which Lion King reconstructed their flesh was much faster and smoother than any other Demonic Beast that had transformed into a dragon in the past.    

Perhaps, it was because the Raging Flame Lion King had swallowed an extremely large amount of resurrected spirit bones after entering the Underground Dragon Tomb …