I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices

Shen Jun circulated his immortal energy and used it to feel his entire body. However, he felt that it was even stranger.    

"This is not right." Shen Jun's face was filled with confusion as he frowned and said, "With such a strong pressure, it is almost comparable to some of the gravity spells. Where did this pressure come from?"    

Ao Xing withdrew his power and returned to his calm smile. He said, "Master, my Dragon Clan's population was less than 20,000 in its prime, but we were able to rule the Upper Realm for countless years. Many races even treated us as gods that walked among humans."    

"If there was nothing special about it, how could the Dragon Clan have such a distinguished honor?"    

"What I released was the unique pressure of my Dragon Clan."    

"In the ancient times, this power was called the power of the king!"    

The moment Ao Xing finished speaking, Shen Jun felt as if someone had ruthlessly slapped his heart.    

The power of the king.    

It was so domineering, but it was also extremely fitting.    

When Ao Xing's pressure landed on his body, every inch of his muscles were faintly in pain. It seemed that only by kneeling down or even lying down could he slightly reduce the pressure.    

Wasn't it like a mortal worshipping a high and mighty king?    

It was also very stylish and practical. This Dragon Clan had something good!    

"Is there anything else? Let me take a look." Shen Jun's eyebrows rose in joy as he suddenly became interested.    

Shen Jun was a studious person, so Ao Xing naturally taught him everything.    

After a while, they became the master and the disciple.    

Ao Xing's lecture lasted for more than eight hours, and it opened a new door for Shen Jun.    

All the skills in the world came from the Dragon Clan. From the most complicated divine abilities to the most basic aura, pressure, and Divine Sense, as long as one changed to the techniques of the Dragon Clan, the power and effect would change drastically.    

According to Ao Xing, the Great Dao of the world was unified. The path of cultivation was originally a process of simplification. The more complicated the steps and procedures were, the more one could unleash one's strength to the limit!    

The Dragon Clan's body was the strongest in the world, and it was the body that was most suitable for cultivation in the three thousand worlds.    

All the other races in the world had twelve meridians as the foundation, and they guided the Spiritual Force around their bodies. Whether it was cultivation or fighting, these twelve meridians were like twelve pipes that continuously pumped out energy from the dantian.    

In the body of the Dragon Clan, there were only two meridians, the Ren and Du Meridians. The efficiency of using the Immortal Force was six times higher!    

This innate talent allowed the cultivators of the Dragon Clan to stand above all the other races from the moment they were born.    

The pressure, Divine Sense, and aura that everyone was familiar with were all new names for the Dragon Clan.    

The pressure was the power of the king.    

In the ancient times, the body of a True Dragon flew above the nine heavens, and all the living beings below knelt down to worship it.    

Its aura was called the "Dustless Domain".    

This was originally an invisible aura that was emitted from the body of a cultivator, but when it came to the body of a dragon, it became one of the top killing weapons in the world.    

Within the range of the Dustless Domain, the living beings whose cultivation was lower than the person who cast the spell would be completely suppressed, and they would almost lose all their ability to resist, completely turning into fish on a chopping block.    

Even if the cultivator's cultivation was higher than the person who cast the spell, they would also be greatly suppressed, unable to unleash their full strength.    

It was like a young lion, even if its roar had not faded, it could still scare away a mature deer.    

Even if it was a cultivator who defied the heavens, they would also be unable to resist the pressure from the depths of their bloodline.    

As for the name "Divine Sense", it had originally come from the dragon race, so there were no other aliases.    

It was just that the Divine Sense of ordinary cultivators was only used to investigate their surroundings, and at most, it was used to sense the cultivation of others.    

It was basically the effect of sixth sense.    

However, the Divine Sense of the dragon race could even turn into a sharp blade, directly attacking the flesh of others, and even the soul!    

With the Divine Sense as a weapon, what kind of terrifying move was this?    

Unless the enemy used immortal energy to tightly wrap themselves up, otherwise, even if it was a small hole that could only allow dust to pass through, the dragon race could still send a fatal invisible sharp blade in!    

Shen Jun flipped through the book with one hand and listened to Ao Xing's explanation with a face full of shock.    

"All the techniques in the world come from the Dragon Clan, but the Dragon Clan itself only has a few techniques."    

Ao Xing continued, "The power of the Dragon Clan is simple and pure, but it is also very strict."    

"If the outsiders can't learn it, they will use all kinds of methods to simulate its effect. After countless years of evolution, the current cultivation path of the Dragon Clan can be seen."    

"But the so-called three thousand great Daos all lead to the same destination. The only place in the world where all the techniques come from is still the Dragon Clan."    

When Ao Xing said this, his face was filled with pride that couldn't be concealed.    

Shen Jun did not feel disgusted by this.    

All the techniques in the world come from the dragon clan, and then they all return to the dragon clan.    

Ao Xing indeed had the right to be proud.    

Shen Jun flipped through the sea of books in front of him like a drunkard. If he didn't understand something, he would ask without even lifting his head. Ao Xing would immediately give an answer.    

After more than two hours, Ao Xing smiled bitterly and said, "Master, why don't we talk about it after we leave?"    

Shen Jun, who was immersed in the sea of books, suddenly woke up from a dream. He immediately put the small mountain of Dragon Clan ancient books into the Wasteland Small World and prepared to leave with Ao Xing.    

At the same time, Shen Jun's evaluation of Ao Xing increased a few more times.    

A prisoner who had been trapped for 100,000 years could still wait patiently for so long before saying that he wanted to leave.    

Shen Jun truly admired this kind of character.    

Shen Jun had already unsealed the seal in this space. If he wanted to leave, it was only a matter of time.    

However, just as the two of them were about to leave this space, Shen Jun couldn't help but look down at the nine-storied majestic building in the air.    

Nine-storied palace, nine-storied walls.    

Countless powerful formations left behind by the ancient times were perfectly preserved, and all kinds of defensive structures were available.    

There was even a huge flying ban formation inside. Once activated, the power was almost equivalent to the Rule Force of a small world.    

Even a peak expert of the Immortal Realm could only land obediently and use their feet to step over the layers of solid walls.    

Looking at Shen Jun's reluctant expression, Ao Xing sighed and said, "This is a fortress that was built together with the power of all the clans in 100,000 years ago. Originally, it was meant to be placed in the center of the Upper Realm as a frontline fortress."    

"However, just as the fortress was built, before it could be moved to the outside world, my father brought the entire Dragon Clan and annihilated the Devil Clan."    

"This fortress was sealed with me for 100,000 years and has been buried in dust."    

"It's a pity that such a war weapon that was built with half of the Upper Realm's manpower and resources was abandoned."