Chapter 148: Enlightenment

“Buzz—” The scene shifted abruptly. The colossal figure of the Demon God had vanished, leaving only the immense form of the Primordial Dragon God lingering over the boundless plains.

At the severed tail, fresh blood surged like a raging river, cascading fiercely, turning the ground beneath into endless waves of crimson.

A sharp pain gripped Long Yun’s heart. He yearned to soar forward, to exert all his strength to aid the Primordial Dragon God’s recovery, yet his body remained utterly immobile.

The Primordial Dragon God’s enormous eyes swept over him, revealing a trace of relief—a faint glimmer that left Long Yun momentarily stunned and speechless.

“Se... Senior... You can see me?” Long Yun questioned incredulously.

The Primordial Dragon God said nothing, but his massive head nodded gently before shifting his gaze elsewhere, eyes heavy with weariness and resolute determination.

Long Yun fell silent, ceasing his struggle, his gaze fixed upon the Dragon God’s towering form.

The Primordial Dragon God opened his maw, unleashing twin beams of radiant light. They transformed into overlapping waves of golden brilliance, suspended midair, shimmering with dazzling splendor.

“That is... Dragon Fang...” Long Yun whispered in awe. As a descendant of the Primordial Dragon God, the Dragon Spirit Island had long striven to inherit the Dragon Fang’s legacy.

Indeed, Long Yun had been drained of his dragon bloodline and cast into the graveyard for the restless dead, all because his comprehension of the ancient sword fell just slightly short of Long Xuan’s.

The path to inheriting the Dragon Fang was fraught with miracles and peril. Countless gifted disciples of the Dragon Spirit Island had lost their lives, brutally deprived of their bloodline.

At the thought, Long Yun’s breathing quickened once more. His hatred for the Dragon Spirit Island was boundless; in this lifetime, he vowed to raze it to the ground.

Now, seeing the two Dragon Fangs, bitterness welled within him. Was such a distant, elusive inheritance truly worth the sacrifice of so many gifted disciples?

For the sake of grueling training and survival, they had almost no childhood—since memory, their lives had been steeped in bloodshed and slaughter or merciless training.

Yet, in the end, only one disciple among countless aspirants could claim victory—a tragic fate written from the start.

Moreover, it was said that this was not the true conclusion. Only when the Dragon Fang fully manifested would generations of candidates undergo another trial.

At that time, all contenders would compete fiercely for the inheritance, yet again, only one would prevail, while the rest would be drained of their dragon blood.

This seemed an endless cycle. Over three millennia, the Dragon Spirit Island had cultivated generation after generation of disciples, with no fewer than a hundred candidates merely for the Dragon Fang.

Long Yun’s expression grew increasingly pained. As he stood lost in thought, the Primordial Dragon God coughed forth a stream of essence blood, merging it into one of the Dragon Fangs. Simultaneously, golden beams shot from his eyes as his dragon horns shattered explosively, transforming into a glowing orb of golden light that fused into the other Dragon Fang.

Having completed this, the Primordial Dragon God’s eyes flickered with exhaustion. He glanced once more at Long Yun before his massive body gradually sank toward the earth.

In his final act, he infused his essence blood power into the Dragon Fangs, awaiting the legacy. His flesh and blood dissolved completely, merging with heaven and earth, forming myriad exquisite essences.

The Dragon Fang nurtured by the Primordial Dragon God’s horn essence transformed into a streak of golden light, piercing through layers of void, its destination unknown. The other Dragon Fang ascended sharply.

At that moment, a black thread descended from the heavens, weaving itself around the ascending Dragon Fang.

“Boom—” The golden light surged as the Dragon Fang struggled to break free from the black thread’s binding. Yet the black thread instantaneously transformed into a dark gleam, merging into the Dragon Fang.

Peace returned. The Dragon Fang vanished into the world as if nothing had occurred.

Long Yun, however, did not witness this scene.

What was that black thread? Why did it merge into the Dragon Fang?

Questions arose, yet Long Yun remained oblivious. He stood rooted, a sudden clarity dawning upon him.

Indeed! Immersed in every move of the Primordial Dragon God’s technique, every fraction of an instant replayed before his eyes. Following the traced path, Long Yun’s arms began to move, painting the air stroke by stroke.

Creation! To shape heaven and earth, every flower, every blade of grass, every mountain and river under one’s command. With a single thought, a world is born, a law of the heavens crafted.

Like this technique—I have no fixed moves. Each strike originates from the primal Dao itself. I create the moves, the cultivation method, for I am the sovereign.

Tenfold, twentyfold... one hundredfold... two hundredfold...

The true energy within Long Yun’s body multiplied exponentially. Originally, his true energy density was over two hundred times that of ordinary experts at the same level. To reach the pinnacle of the Unity God stage required immense accumulation.

In other words, Long Yun’s cultivation demanded more than two hundred times the effort of others. Yet now, in a single moment of enlightenment, he grasped the essence of creation.

From the Primordial Dragon God’s techniques, he rediscovered himself, fully immersed in that unique Dao.

“Whoosh—” The scene before Long Yun’s eyes twisted violently; all illusions vanished without a trace.

Within the small courtyard, only Long Yun remained, practicing each move deliberately. His techniques lacked any true energy, executed with slow, deliberate precision, seemingly devoid of power.

In truth, not a drop of true energy was mixed in. Yet with every strike, the path his arms traced formed an almost imperceptible trajectory.

It was a mark etched upon space itself, like a trace of the heavenly Dao flowing through, profoundly mysterious, lingering long in the air.

Within Long Yun’s body, violent rotations stirred. The speed of the “Heaven-Seizing Art” accelerated tenfold, a hundredfold during this unfolding of the heavenly Dao.

Heaven and earth’s spiritual energy swirled around him, forming a vast vortex visible to the naked eye. Every meridian shimmered with golden light, sinking into flesh and blood—an eerie spectacle beyond words.

“Whoosh—” Long Yun unleashed a punch, brow furrowed. The trajectory waves rippled outward in all directions. At the same time, his true energy surged to its peak, far exceeding his previous limits.

Three hundredfold! At this moment, the intensity of Long Yun’s true energy reached a terrifying three hundred times that of a typical Unity God stage expert, surpassing his peers by far.

If he faced Bai Changqing or Rong Pian now, Long Yun was confident he could slay them with a single blow, swift and merciless.

With full effort, even a Fusion Realm expert would not be his match, and he could contend with those at the Tribulation Crossing stage without being instantly crushed.

Unaware of the changes within, Long Yun continued to swing his fists, cycling through movements. Time slipped by, and two days passed in an instant.

“Rumble—” As if the heavens and earth themselves split apart, the barrier of the Unity God stage, broken in the previous battle, shattered loudly. Long Yun’s momentum soared sharply.

The Heaven-Penetrating Realm!

In that instant, Long Yun’s cultivation broke through to the third level of the Innate Eight Realms—the Heaven-Penetrating Realm—connecting directly to the heavenly Dao. Each mark left behind was a path of the heavens.

Moreover, this surge in true energy showed no sign of ending. Upon reaching one hundredfold strength at the Heaven-Penetrating Realm, Long Yun’s gaze gained newfound clarity.

After countless rehearsals, he finally comprehended his own heavenly Dao from the Primordial Dragon God’s few techniques. A gleam of divine light flickered in his eyes, a flash of pure essence.

“Heaven-Penetrating Realm...” Long Yun exhaled lightly, releasing a long breath, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.