Checking in for 100,000 Years

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: The Curse of the Ancestor Dragon

”Sigh...”

The green-robed elder sighed, deeply admiring the black-robed youth before him. His willpower was unimaginably tenacious.

Even under relentless pursuit by the masters of Skyreach Island, he had managed to flee into the Dragon Hidden Continent. It was truly hard to imagine.

The space fluctuated.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe descended from it.

The middle-aged man surveyed his surroundings. When he saw the black-robed youth he had been hunting, a ferocious grin spread across his face.

He roared, ”Jiang Hengyue, where will you run now?”

The black-robed youth looked at the middle-aged man, his brows deeply furrowed, and remained silent.

Although his body had recovered, his cultivation remained at the Eternal Realm Tenth Layer.

In his current state, he was no match for this middle-aged man at the True God Realm Tier Seven.

The middle-aged man’s gaze quickly shifted from Jiang Hengyue to the green-robed elder.

After glancing him up and down, he said indifferently, ”You must be the Defender of this place.”

The green-robed elder nodded calmly.

This middle-aged man’s cultivation base was higher than his, but his disrespectful tone angered the elder. Had his own cultivation not been inferior, he would have attacked already.

”You’ve come to this God’s Forsaken Land. Aren’t you afraid of the power of the curse?” the green-robed elder’s gaze flickered slightly, and he suddenly asked coldly.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly. ”HAHA... Afraid? Of course, I’m afraid!” His laughter resounded, making the very heavens and earth hum.

The green-robed elder smirked and pressed, ”If you are scared, why have you come?”

”The Island Master of Skyreach Island saved my life. Even if it means my cultivation stagnates, I must kill this Jiang Hengyue,” the middle-aged man declared, his face turning vicious as he sneered.

He vented all his pent-up rage on Jiang Hengyue. If it weren’t for this brat, he wouldn’t have had to risk entering this God’s Forsaken Land and suffering its curse.

”You can’t kill him. He’s under my protection,” Ye Yun stated, his hands clasped behind his back, looking calmly at the middle-aged man.

”Who are you?”

The middle-aged man’s pupils suddenly contracted. Only then did he realize another person was standing nearby. But I clearly hadn’t seen him just moments ago!

Am I hallucinating? Or is this white-robed young man’s cultivation base far superior to mine?

That’s impossible!

On the Cangnan Continent, the Defender is the most powerful person.

How can such a powerful Spirit possibly exist here?

The middle-aged man stared coldly at Ye Yun, his gaze flickering as countless thoughts raced through his mind.

He himself was at the True God Realm Tier Seven. If a Spirit could appear so stealthily, without him noticing, they would have to be at least in the Divine Monarch Realm.

But how can a Divine Monarch Realm expert possibly appear on the Dragon Hidden Continent?

Absolutely impossible.

Why would a Cultivator at such a realm willingly risk their own cultivation path?

After all, this place is known as the God’s Forsaken Land, filled with terrifying and malevolent curses. Once someone enters, their cultivation will find it nearly impossible to advance further for the rest of their life.

Thinking this, he began to calm down.

The young man in white before me definitely can’t be at the Divine Monarch Realm.

If he is at the True God Realm... then even if this young man in white is at the True God Realm Tenth Layer, he absolutely couldn’t kill me.

After all, he possessed an Amulet given to him by the Island Master.

Once this Amulet was activated, it could unleash an attack with the might of the Divine Monarch Realm. Even a Cultivator at the True God Realm Tenth Layer Peak couldn’t withstand such power.

He would undoubtedly die!

Thinking of this, he felt reassured and, looking at Ye Yun, sneered, ”Fellow Daoist, such bold words! I just wonder... do you actually have the ability to protect this fellow!”

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man drew a treasured sword and swung it forward.

This sword strike was filled with world-destroying might.

If a great Cultivator of the Eternal Realm from the Cangnan Continent were here, the sight of this sword strike would likely cause them to faint on the spot.

An attack from a True God Realm Tier Seven Cultivator already completely surpassed the limits of this world.

”So powerful!”

The green-robed elder, watching this sword strike, felt his pupils constrict. He too sensed the terrifying power of this attack.

He was now very much looking forward to seeing what his Fellow Daoist Ye Yun, standing beside him, would do. He was eager to see what kind of Divine Skills Ye Yun would use to overcome the might of this sword strike.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yun didn’t budge an inch.

In his pair of enchanting eyes, countless tiny, star-like runes suddenly began to move, forming and vanishing. The whole world seemed to have entered a dream. Everything was upside down, black and white became indistinguishable, and it all felt utterly surreal.

That astonishing sword light suddenly disintegrated.

It was like a block of solid ice being instantly vaporized by intense heat.

How is this possible?

The middle-aged man’s eyes bulged, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

He suddenly found the entire world had become dream-like. It made him feel utterly weak, as if he were being submerged in it.

The next moment, he closed his eyes, unable to open them again.

At this moment, the middle-aged man stood as still as a wooden puppet, motionless in the void, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber.

The green-robed elder, as an onlooker, witnessed this astonishing scene. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Are this Fellow Daoist’s Divine Skills too terrifying?

With all my knowledge and experience, I still can’t identify what kind of Divine Skill could so easily negate that heaven-shattering sword light!

Even more astoundingly, it caused a Spirit at the True God Realm Tier Seven to fall asleep without any warning!

Terrifying... Truly too terrifying!

The green-robed elder finally had a clear understanding of Ye Yun’s strength.

Hiss!

Jiang Hengyue, seeing this, couldn’t help but gasp.

This white-robed young man who took me in... what exactly is his cultivation base?

To so effortlessly deal with a Spirit at the True God Realm Tier Seven... it’s simply inconceivable!

However, an even more incredible event occurred in the next moment.

The middle-aged man’s body dissolved into countless microscopic particles, drifting in the air like a silken scarf.

What terrifying Divine Skills!

At this moment, this thought arose almost simultaneously in the minds of Jiang Hengyue and the green-robed elder.

Ye Yun observed these particles, his eyes flickering with an inscrutable light of deduction.

He was searching for the curse within the middle-aged man’s body.

This curse was hidden extremely deep.

Even with Ye Yun’s cultivation base, it took him a considerable amount of time to finally locate some minuscule granules.

These granules contained the curse the Cangnan Continent placed upon Divine Land Cultivators.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Yun gathered these cursed particles into his palm and began to observe them closely.

For some reason, these cursed particles gave Ye Yun a sense of familiarity.

A flash of inspiration suddenly streaked through his mind, and Ye Yun was stunned.

This curse... it actually carries a trace of the Ancestor Dragon’s aura!

This discovery shocked Ye Yun immensely.

Could it be that the curse on the Cangnan Continent was laid by the Ancestor Dragon when it perished?

Did it do this to prevent Divine Land Cultivators from coveting the Cangnan Continent?

If Ye Yun did not possess the Ancestor Dragon’s bloodline in his body, and at a concentration that had reached 99 percent, he would have struggled to detect the Ancestor Dragon’s aura hidden so deep within the curse.

Ye Yun’s expression turned grave.

”Fellow Daoist, have you discovered something?” the green-robed elder asked hurriedly, noticing Ye Yun’s unusual demeanor.

”It’s nothing.”

Ye Yun put away the cursed particles in his hand. Then, with a gentle wave, the motes of the deceased man in the distance immediately dispersed into the heavens and earth.