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第两千零七十六章 鼐龙界

Legend had it that when cultivators passed the heavenly tribulation, they could ascend to the Spirit Realm.

However, mortal realm cultivators did not know that this desirable higher-level plane was incomplete. The Spirit Realm was composed of hundreds of fragmented small planes, arranged and combined together.

Each plane actually differed greatly in its own right. While their spirit veins were superior and resource-rich compared to the mortal world, the differences between them were astonishing, reaching a level that left one speechless with admiration.

East Sea ranked at the bottom among the small planes forming the Spirit Realm. Despite being just one of these small planes, Pidragon Realm was incomparably different from East Sea in terms of area, cultivator strength, and resources. The quality of spirit veins was simply not on the same level.

Even within all the planes of the Spirit Realm, while it couldn't be considered the absolute top, ranking among the top ten would definitely not be a problem.

The naming after Pidragon had its origins. It was closely related to the legendary Monkey Dragon Immortal.

It is well-known that the greatest existences in the Spirit Realm are the Three Loose Immortals and the Three Demon Kings.

However, when it came to fame, Pidragon Immortal was no less than them. Legend said this was an old monster who had lived for millions of years. His cultivation period during tribulation was not discussed, but he was known as the Spirit Realm's most famous playboy, his reputation reverberating throughout the world.

As one of the top existences in the Spirit Realm, Pidragon Immortal lacked any signs of a master’s demeanor. His greatest characteristic wasn't profound cultivation, but rather his lust for women.

A graceful woman is a match for a gentleman, and this was not unusual. However, Pidragon Immortal went overboard with it, which was due to his nature. Many tales of his amorous exploits circulated in the Forbidden Dragon Realm.

But these were just rumors. Although the realm was named after Pidragon, this guy was like a dragon that only showed its head but not its tail. At such a level, while he wasn't yet immortal, his lifespan was long enough to be envied by others.

Pidragon Immortal was also a master of worldly games. As an advanced-stage cultivator who had mastered the heavenly tribulation laws, if he wished, he could tear through space and freely roam between the three realms. Although he would still face some restrictions in the mortal world, his freedom within the Spirit Realm's various planes was absolute. Thus, he might not necessarily stay in Pidragon Realm.

Moreover, even if they left this plane, unless it was to visit close friends, this guy would definitely use an invisibility talisman. "A true cultivator does not reveal himself."

The area of the Spirit Realm and its various planes differed greatly, beyond just resources and spirit energy concentration. Each plane had unique conditions.

In Pidragon Realm, in a desolate mountain.

Boom!

The sound of explosion entered their ears as several figures moved swiftly. Just as they left the original location, a light ball exploded with a deafening boom, sending shockwaves outward.

A large pit appeared before their eyes.

"Phew, close one..."

The leader spat out some mucus. The fierce Claw Dragon was even more difficult to deal with than legend suggested.

Although they were outnumbered, they had already been completely on the defensive and regretted getting involved with such a formidable opponent. However, it was too late now. The Claw Dragon not only had an extremely short temper but also a grudge, so this beast would not let them go even if they gave up pursuing them.

Just as thoughts raced through his mind, he heard a scream: "Uncle, save me..."

But the voice abruptly stopped.

The leader turned around and saw a blood flower. The Claw Dragon's claws moved, several claw rays appeared, breaking the silence. A young man with a tiger head was caught off guard and instantly pierced through by the claws.

The wound was horrifying; there seemed to be no way to save him.

"Fei'er..."

The leader’s eyes widened in pain, his expression twisted with sorrow. The dead youth was his own nephew.

How would he explain this to his older brother when they returned?

"I’ll fight you to the death..."

The leader roared, and a strange aura seemed to burst from his body. No, it wasn't a demonic aura; just something similar. The spirit energy floating around cultivators of the same nature was vastly different.

Then, his figure suddenly accelerated, fingers tightly clenched, revealing a half-foot-long bone spike on his fist. The explosive power was extraordinary as he transformed into a shadow and charged at the giant creature in the center.

The Claw Dragon, a second-grade top-tier demon beast, equivalent to an advanced-stage cultivator, wasn't easily dealt with.

Especially this kind of demon beast; although its spirit intelligence hadn’t been awakened, its combat instinct was high.

Seeing his opponent charge towards him, the dragon's eyes showed a human-like hint of mockery.

"Bad move, trap!"

The leader was shocked and tried to dodge but it was too late. He had no choice but to pour all his demonic crystal energy into his body.

Crackling sounds filled the air as black-red electric arcs appeared on the bone spike’s surface. The crystal in the center of his forehead glowed intensely, indicating he had pushed his demonic crystal energy to its limits.

However, the Claw Dragon stepped left and turned its body, its tail like a demon snake, striking him hard.

"No!"

The leader seemed to recall something, fear showing on his face as he changed tactics too late. The next moment, he was flung away by the strike.

Crackling sounds echoed as trees were broken along the way.

"Uncle Senior!"

The remaining dozen or so young men and women were shocked, their faces filled with terror, appearing at a loss. Some tried to help the leader, while others wielded knives and swords, attacking the Claw Dragon.

Your hands haven't fused with the demonic crystal yet; you're no match for this demon beast. Retreat quickly!

The leader was both anxious and angry but could do nothing as he struggled to stand. The desperation in his heart was evident. Would they all perish here today?

His face showed deep sorrow, regretting their greed for the demonic crystal that led them to provoke the Claw Dragon. But what could be done now? There were no regrets in either the cultivation world or the mortal realm.

Several of his nephews and nieces hadn't fused with the demonic crystals yet; they were mere mortals despite years of training in family-secreted advanced martial arts. How could they possibly withstand a demon beast equivalent to an advanced-stage cultivator, leading to their total annihilation?

But just as things seemed dire, something unexpected happened. In a hundred-mile radius, the sky suddenly darkened without warning. A black dot appeared in the void.

Initially about the size of a fingernail, it rapidly grew larger within seconds.

P.S.: The Soul盟主 again tipped 50,000起点币. Thank you, Soul盟主, so generous! Wishing you a happy New Year and good health, all your wishes come true.

Phantom Rain also wishes all the Daoists of Hundred Refinement a happy new year with blessings and prosperity. Yesterday I forgot it was Monday, didn't ask for recommendation votes, so this week's recommendation votes are a bit low. Please give more if you can, thank you.

Tinglou Daoist said that each plane in the Spirit Realm should differ greatly. That idea resonated with Phantom Rain. I will work harder.

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