Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 339 - 340 Chapter 345 Immortal Linglong

340: Chapter 345: Immortal Linglong 340: Chapter 345: Immortal Linglong The Dao Heavenly Sound lingered endlessly.

The Heavenly Price Rare Stones, simple and unadorned, captivated all who beheld them.

Ye Fan selected this stone, his words resounding powerfully across the small island.

Many were stunned.

This stone actually emitted Dao Sound, awakened by the Source Heaven Divine Sense, echoing throughout the heavens and the earth, leaving everyone in indescribable wonder.

Immediately, representatives from several major powers sent messages, offering to purchase this stone at a heavenly price.

This included people from the various Sacred Lands, all trying their utmost to win over Ye Fan.

Everyone present was astonished.

This was indeed a grand competition in Source Technique, with two geniuses selecting stones that stunned them all.

“There will definitely be something extraordinary cut out; there’s even a mysterious Heavenly Sound resonating.” “Could it be an ancient scripture?

Rumor has it that the ‘Grand Emperor Scripture’ of the Great Xia Dynasty was cut from a stone.” “The Dao is boundless, lofty, and profound, making one want to lose oneself in it.” “It might even be an Immortal Scripture.” …

No one remained unmoved; all were filled with amazement and watched intently.

“Young man, if something exceptional comes out this time, don’t forget us old fellows.” A group of elders looked on eagerly, rubbing their hands in excitement.

They speculated that something world-shocking might appear.

If it truly were an ancient scripture, it would trigger an earth-shattering wave; even the Sacred Lands wouldn’t be able to sit still.

If not for the elder with jade-like skin sitting beneath the Ancient Tree in the island’s center, some might have already tried to seize these two stone materials.

“Cut the stone!

Hurry and cut the stone material!” many shouted, all wishing to immediately know what peerless, rare treasures would emerge.

The Ji Family’s people looked absolutely grim.

These two stone materials were too precious; if world-shocking treasures were indeed cut from them, the thought truly pained them.

Having selected such a stone material, Li Heishui finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it could likely rival the Dragon Head Stone.

Wu Ziming sneered, “What rare treasure can compare to a True Dragon?

Even if rare divine items are cut out, you’ll inevitably lose.

It’ll just be a gift for Brother Tuoba.” “That’s right.

It’s like giving Brother Tuoba a great gift,” Li Chongtian also sneered.

“Cut the stone!” Li Heishui ignored them, uttering only these three words.

Now, winning or losing could only be determined by cutting the stone.

At this moment, everyone was incredibly tense, all focusing their attention, waiting for the treasures concealed within the Dragon Head Stone and the Immortal Sound Stone to emerge.

After a brief commotion, the small island quickly quieted down.

Not a sound was heard; even the whisper of falling petals was clearly audible.

“You first,” Ye Fan said, making a gesture of invitation.

The brocade-clad man, Tuoba Chang, said nothing.

He pulled out a five-colored beast skin pouch, which held over a dozen sharp small knives, each of a different shape.

Source Technique Ancient Families were very particular, using different knives for different Source Stones.

Tuoba Chang took out a silver Dragon Blade, shimmering with divine radiance, and held it in his hand.

“CLICK!” The first cut fell.

He sliced off a Dragon Horn with a gentle stroke, turning it into stone powder.

There was nothing inside.

“CRUNCH!” The sound continued as Tuoba Chang kept cutting.

His movements were nimble and graceful; it was less like he was wielding a knife and more like his fingers were dancing, a beauty akin to reaching the Dao.

From all these details, it was apparent that Tuoba Chang had profound attainments in the field of Source Technique, possessing a near-Dao sense.

Dragon Scales, like flower petals, flaked away, rustling as they landed.

A third of the massive dragon head had been shaved away, and a thick layer of stone dust carpeted the ground.

At this moment, it was extremely still.

No one dared to disturb them; all held their breath, watching.

Tuoba Chang was fully concentrated.

The silver blade was like a dragon, the world silent.

Only he and his silver blade danced, as if performing a musical composition.

Time slowly passed.

His movements grew slower and softer, as if fearing to break the tranquility and disturb the divine object within the Dragon Head.

Everyone’s nerves were taut, nearly to the point of suffocation.

Eyes unblinking, they stared at the center of the field, where the brocade-clad Tuoba Chang was the absolute focus.

“DING!” A crisp sound echoed, like a dragon’s roar from the Nine Heavens, resonating in everyone’s ears.

The silver blade stopped, suspended in mid-air, and a mysterious aura spread out.

“Dragon Qi!

Dragon Qi is surging out!” Many widened their eyes.

From the cut Dragon Head, wisps of dragon-shaped energy emanated, an incredibly bizarre sight.

“Heishui, you’re finished!

This stone will surely yield a world-shocking divine item!” Wu Ziming sneered repeatedly, glancing at Li Heishui.

“SWISH!

SWISH!

SWISH!” Tuoba Chang wielded the knife as if it had taken flight, suddenly accelerating his speed.

The rhythm intensified, and stone dust flew like swirling snow.

“DING.” As the last light sound faded, the millstone-sized Dragon Head Stone was completely stripped bare.

Apart from a pile of stone powder on the ground, only a bowl-sized round pearl remained.

It was a dark, lusterless green, yet strands of Dragon Qi coiled around it, as if something within were about to break free from its shell.

“This is…

a Dragon Pearl?!” “Yes, it looks exactly like a Dragon Pearl, a treasure nurtured by heaven and earth.” “It may harbor a True Dragon inside, born from the harmonious union of heaven and earth!” The small island erupted into excitement.

Everyone wore enthusiastic expressions, except for the Ji Family’s people, who maintained solemn faces.

“Quick!

We can’t wait any longer!

Hurry and cut out the peerless, rare treasure!” “I’m desperate to see a young True Dragon emerge!” Everyone urged them on.

Even the Prince of Great Xia and the young white-robed nun were no longer reserved, squeezing to the front, along with An Miaoyi and Jin Chixiao.

Tuoba Chang held the Dragon Pearl in his hand but did not continue cutting.

He turned to look at Ye Fan and said, “Your turn.” Ye Fan said nothing more.

With a flash of light in his hand, a small black sword, about an inch long, appeared between his fingers.

“That’s…

the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword!” “It’s the Holy Spirit Sword cut from the Nine Aperture Stone Man!” Everyone was flabbergasted.

This was too extravagant; Ye Fan was going to use this Holy Sword to cut stone materials.

“This…” Many people were left speechless.

Wu Ziming mocked, “What’s there to show off about?

Nothing will come out of it, and I’m waiting to see his crestfallen face.” The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, lustrous as black jade and seemingly a natural creation, was held between Ye Fan’s fingers.

He gently grazed it against the Immortal Sound Stone, and layers of stone skin rapidly flaked away.

He used this sword to cut the stone as a precaution.

The last time he cut the Nine Aperture Stone Man, it had been dangerous; if he hadn’t retreated in time, he would have been pierced through.

Purple light flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes, transforming into two beams that landed on the Immortal Sound Stone.

The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword moved in concert with these two purple beams, slicing swiftly.

A gentle, wondrous melody suddenly echoed, emanating from the stone.

Everyone waited in anticipation, eager to see what would emerge.

Ye Fan’s actions were graceful, possessing an equal beauty, like a living musical score in motion.

The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword transformed into a black dragon, coiling and soaring.

“What will it be?

Can it rival the Dragon Pearl?” “Could it really be an ancient scripture?” “Silence!” There was no noise; the island was extraordinarily quiet.

The Guardian of the Holy Stone Garden—the old man—had, at some point, raised a screen of light, perhaps fearing that some precious treasure might try to escape.

“DING DONG.” A pleasant sound rang out.

Ye Fan gave a vigorous shake of the small black sword, sending stone debris flying, completely cleaving open the Immortal Sound Stone.

A Jade Cocoon appeared, about the size of a fist.

It was crystal clear and radiant, its contents a mystery.

“Another cocoon!

The last time, the small black cocoon produced the Holy Spirit Sword.

What will it be this time?” Suddenly, a wondrous melody sounded, not the Dao Heavenly Sound, but enchanting immortal music, tempting one’s very spirit to submerge within it.

When Ye Fan grasped the Jade Cocoon in his hand, the immortal music stopped, and peace returned to the world.

From the sidelines, a series of gasps were heard; many people had nearly lost control of their minds just moments before.

At this moment, everyone reached a tacit understanding.

The younger generation retreated, while a group of elderly figures stepped forward, ready to act at any moment.

Because something unusual was likely to occur, the elder cultivators prepared to act together to suppress it and prevent any accidents.

“You go first!” Ye Fan signaled.

Tuoba Chang didn’t say much.

Carefully, he brought the silver blade down towards the Dragon Pearl.

The dark green Stone Pearl cracked with a sound.

“BOOM!” A powerful aura burst forth, making hearts tremble; the draconic might was terrifying!

“A dragon!

I saw a dragon!” “A True Dragon flew out!” Many people shouted, all utterly shocked, staring at the scene, almost forgetting to breathe.

From the Stone Pearl emerged a dragon longer than half a meter.

It flew in the air, its draconic might permeated the air, an extremely impressive sight.

“No, that’s not right.

It’s formed from Dragon Qi, not a real dragon.” Once things calmed down, people saw clearly that the little dragon was not a True Body.

The Dragon Pearl had shattered.

There was nothing inside, and Tuoba Chang’s face was etched with disappointment.

“What a pity.

Only a wisp of Dragon Qi, and nothing else.” “This is merely an enormous Qi formed by heaven and earth, possessing only a draconic form; it is not true Dragon Qi of a True Dragon.” Many people shook their heads.

It was far from their expectations; the disparity was too great, and many sighed.

“Why did it turn out like this?” Wu Ziming clenched his fists.

Li Chongtian was also extremely disappointed, stomping his foot fiercely.

“Haha…” Only Li Heishui shook his head and laughed loudly, causing Wu Ziming and the others’ faces to turn livid.

“True Dragons do not manifest in this world.

It is a pity for this Stone Pearl; in this realm, there is no possibility of nurturing a True Dragon.

However, if there were an immortal world, then without question, given enough time, this pearl would undoubtedly transform into a True Dragon.” The old man from the Ji Family, the Guardian of the Stone Garden, spoke these words and then fell silent.

The Dragon Qi was about to disperse and vanish into the surroundings.

The Prince of Great Xia rushed forward, very excited, saying, “I want this Dragon Qi!

Ten thousand pounds of Source!” He raised his hand, sealing the space and capturing the Dragon Qi.

The crowd looked surprised.

The Great Xia Dynasty’s legacy included the Grand Emperor Scripture, which recorded an Attacking Holy Technique—the Emperor’s Dragon Qi.

To cultivate this technique, aside from extraordinary innate talent, certain mysterious arts were also required.

It seemed this Dragon Qi would be of great benefit to him.

Tuoba Chang nodded without speaking.

He had spent one hundred thousand pounds of Source to purchase the Dragon Head Stone, yet he hadn’t cut out any rare treasures.

This was a blow to him.

The Source Heavenly Origin Treasure Wheel had reflected a True Dragon within the stone.

Yet, it turned out to be just as Ye Fan had said: a fleeting illusion.

Tuoba Chang stood silently in the center of the field, his expression unreadable.

Now it was Ye Fan’s turn to cut the Jade Cocoon.

He did not hesitate, stepping back and wielding the small black sword.

With a CLANG, he carved into the jade.

“DING DONG…” Immortal music sounded, accompanied by a dazzling brilliance.

The center of the area glittered, making hearts sway as if some magical force were compelling them to fall into a trance.

“This is an Immortal Linglong…

what a pity…” an old voice, filled with regret, said this, but almost no one heard it.