I wonder if I can borrow this old dragon's power...

As he pondered, Qi Xiu's gaze turned to the side where the old dragon lay coiled.

The crisis in the Dragon Prison was a dark undercurrent. The Sin Dragon Remnants were ferocious.

If I could borrow this old dragon's power, everything would surely be much easier.

Besides, it had said he was practically half a kinsman. Asking for its help shouldn't be too much to ask, right?

Perceiving Qi Xiu's scrutinizing and contemplative look, the old dragon lifted its eyelids and shook its dragon horns twice,

"Don't look at me. I am already dead; this is merely a fragment of thought left in the Riding Dragon Grand Array. Aside from taking you back and forth between two places, I have no other abilities. If you want to take the Dragon-Slaying Banner, you'll have to rely on yourself."

"You can't help at all?" Qi Xiu pressed, knowing full well the old dragon's identity was anything but ordinary. I have to try and wheedle something useful out of it.

"It's not that I won't help; I truly can't. Ah, right! How about I teach you a Dharma Gate?"

What?! A terrifying Divine Light suddenly erupted in his eyes. Qi Xiu clenched his fists, his breathing quickening. I knew it! This old dragon sealed a fragment of its consciousness within the Riding Dragon Grand Array. In life, it must have been a paramount figure of the Dragon Clan, one with heaven-piercing and earth-sundering might! Any Dharma Gate it remembered, even the least significant, would surely rank among the apex techniques of the current age!

"Many thanks for bestowing this Dharma Gate, Senior!" Qi Xiu cupped his fists, bowed, and thanked him in a deep voice.

"Don't thank me just yet. Let me first make it clear: our clan's Dharma Gates are different from those of the Human Race, and indeed different from the myriad Taoist Skills of heaven and earth. Rather than a Dharma Gate, it's better described as an inheritance. Although deep within your soul, you bear the True Dragon Mark of our clan, you are, ultimately, only half a True Dragon. Even if you manage to master this inheritance, your achievements will be limited. No, it would be more accurate to say you'll only learn an empty shell. A waste of effort. Are you sure you want to learn?"

Perhaps because it hadn't seen a kinsman in a very long time—even though Qi Xiu was only half a True Dragon—the old dragon couldn't help but feel a sense of favoritism and protectiveness towards him. It wanted to help him, however little, to prevent him from perishing within the Dragon Prison.

"I'll learn!" Without hesitation, Qi Xiu agreed instantly.

Transforming the rotten into the miraculous is what I do best. Ordinary Human Race techniques in my hands can become overwhelmingly powerful Mysterious Abilities. Not to mention the inherited power of the True Dragon Clan! As long as the Proficiency Divine Marvel is there, I'll take care of the rest by grinding it out.

Seeing Qi Xiu's insistence, the old dragon said no more. It slightly raised its vast and majestic dragon head. Slowly, it opened its dragon mouth. Syllables—lengthy, obscure, and impossible to record through any script or other means—resonated upon Qi Xiu's soul in a manner unique to the True Dragon Clan.

His eyes instantly turned pure white. It was as if ancient syllables, awakened from a forgotten abyss, were quietly emerging from the dust within Qi Xiu's ears.

It was a strange and indescribable melody of syllables. Each note leaped forth, filled with mystery and power. These sounds seemed to emanate from an untraceable, ancient history, having passed through generations as countless as the sands of the Ganges, carrying a hint of ritualistic repetition and cycles.

Initially, they flowed gently like a stream, causing a slight tremor within his veins. Then, they swelled violently like a bursting mountain torrent, tearing at the shackles that had bound them deep within Qi Xiu's soul for so long.

Qi Xiu's breathing became rapid and forceful, synchronizing with those mysterious syllables. His heartbeat also began to mimic that ancient rhythm, pounding against his chest. His entire body became a gigantic resonator, channeling some ancient, primal power that was on the verge of erupting.

ROAR— Unable to suppress the impulse from deep within, Qi Xiu tilted his head back and let out a long cry, a cry that bore a four to five-tenths resemblance to a dragon's roar.

Clutching his wildly beating heart, ripples spread continuously across Qi Xiu's body, and his entire form became blurred.

Forcing himself to calm his mind, Qi Xiu looked towards an oddly shaped rock several tens of meters high in the distance and abruptly shouted, "Shatter!"

A sonorous and weighty voice, like rolling thunder from the heavens, suddenly rang out. CRACK— The rock Qi Xiu had focused on was suddenly covered in countless fissures, as if an unknown and mysterious power had directly acted upon it the moment he spoke.

However, this power wasn't very strong. It merely created cracks on the rock's surface, failing to pulverize it as Qi Xiu had commanded.

Noticing that only superficial cracks had appeared on the rock, the old dragon's vast head drooped down again as it said, "See? Although you've learned the [Dragon Might Curse], its power is only this much, and it can never grow. This level of power is probably weaker than one of your casual strikes."

As if fearing Qi Xiu would be disheartened, the old dragon then said comfortingly, "But it's no matter. Having one more skill is always a good thing."

"It's no matter at all. I quite like this Dharma Gate," Qi Xiu said, waving his hand, his eyes joyful, showing not a hint of disappointment.

On the proficiency panel, the words 'Dragon Might Spell' were clearly visible! As long as it appears on the proficiency panel, everything else is not a problem.

The Dragon Might Spell is considered one of the most commonly used Dharma Gates of the True Dragon Clan. It can leverage the True Dragon Clan's innate Divine Marvel, Dragon Power, to cause extremely terrifying destructive force, as well as effects like suppression and soul-stirring.

However, just as the old dragon said, he was only half True Dragon Clan, merely possessing the True Dragon Mark deep within his soul. He didn't have an iota of the True Dragon Clan's innate Dragon Power Divine Marvel. Consequently, the Dragon Might Spell's power was drastically reduced.

It couldn't even shatter a rock, only managing to create some shallow cracks on its surface. This is probably the weakest Dragon Might Spell in the history of the True Dragon Clan.

But that doesn't matter. The Dragon Might Spell is indeed weak now, not even as good as a casual strike from me. However, this Dharma Gate of the True Dragon Clan has an effect that none of the myriad Daos or Ten Thousand Laws in the world possess!

An unusual brilliance surged in his eyes. Qi Xiu slowly spoke, and the syllables of the Dragon Might Spell erupted once more. "Shatter!" "Shatter!" "Shatter!" "Shatter!"

One Dragon Might Spell after another rained down relentlessly, invisible shockwaves, layer upon layer, pouring forth like a torrential storm.

"This..." Watching Qi Xiu continuously cast the Dragon Might Spell, a peculiar look suddenly appeared in the old dragon's eyes. Hmm? The power of this Dragon Might Spell... it seems a bit stronger. Am I mistaken?

BANG! As the final Dragon Might Spell landed, the large rock finally crumbled and exploded. Countless fist-sized stones scattered in all directions, and thick dust billowed and swirled.

Staring at the stones that had been forcibly crushed, a sharp light gleamed in Qi Xiu's eyes. No cooldown! No consumption! Is this the terror of True Dragon Methods? No wonder the True Dragon Clan could occupy the throne as Lord of Ten Thousand Realms and be recognized by All Clans as the Heaven and Earth main character. It's just unreasonably powerful!

The first time I cast the Dragon Might Spell, I noticed this Dharma Gate had almost no consumption, backlash, or side effects. It was as natural as breathing, like an instinct. And this is just a minor technique the True Dragon Clan uses routinely. Seeing the minute, one comprehends the significant! The True Dragon Clan's foundation must be incredibly vast!

Although this Dragon Might Spell is weak, its strength lies in its lack of consumption and cooldown. As long as I raise its level, it will surely become an ever-victorious, ultimate weapon!

Keenly aware of the Dragon Might Spell's potential, Qi Xiu felt this Dharma Gate had great promise. He then bowed slightly to the old dragon and offered his thanks once more.

"Heh heh, you little rascal, you're quite strange. Well, as long as you're satisfied and like it, I don't need your 'thank yous'."

Faintly sensing that this Human Race boy, whose soul bore the True Dragon Mark, had other unknown mysteries about him, the old dragon chuckled and didn't probe further. He had been dead for a very long time. There were many things he didn't want to know, nor was there any need to know.

"This is the only complete Dharma Gate I remember. From now on, you're on your own," the old dragon said slowly, looking at Qi Xiu.

He was just a fragment of his original self's thoughts, not even close to a remnant soul. His memories were extremely limited. If he were truly the remnant soul of his original self, facing this rather interesting junior, he wouldn't mind passing on all those True Dragon Methods that had long been buried in time and history. He'd give them all to him. After all, he's a child of our clan.

"Senior, rest assured. I may be quite timid, but I'm also very lucky. I've faced countless perils yet always managed to survive by a stroke of fortune. This mere Dragon Prison definitely won't be able to contain me."

Bidding farewell to the old dragon, Qi Xiu took a deep breath, then turned, flicked his sleeve, and walked towards the pitch-black Dragon Prison before him, which loomed like the gateway to an abyss.

「...」

A dark and damp underground space.

The SHUSH SHUSH of footsteps drew nearer. Qi Xiu, his sleeves gathered, walked along this vast, deathly silent, and lengthy corridor, which towered over ten thousand feet high. His eyes were clear, containing a hidden Divine Light.

This grand passage must be the final path leading to the Dragon Prison.

In his right sleeve, he slowly turned the Golden Cry Jade Beads. One bead faintly pulsed with golden light, its surface enveloped by the shimmering phantoms of gleaming Talisman Scripts. If there's the slightest anomaly, hundreds and thousands of Suppressing Talismans will surge out, instantly forming the Suppression Talisman Seal Skill.

THUD— After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, Qi Xiu's steps faltered slightly.

The heavy, oppressive air pressed in from all directions like wet cement, making it difficult to breathe.

He lowered his gaze slightly to look at his feet. A very distinct dividing line was drawn here. On this side, the ground still bore some sparse, scattered, dim moss. But on the other side of the line, the ground was as smooth as if sliced by a knife. Apart from the hard, cold surface, there was no other substance to be seen.

Beyond this dividing line... lies the true Dragon Prison...

His gaze grew stern as he stared into the darkness on the other side. It seemed ready to engulf everything, like a vast, unfathomable ocean, its depths impossible to perceive at a single glance.

With a flick of his sleeve-robe, hundreds and thousands of small white figures surged out. They formed an army, about to leap across the dividing line to investigate the situation within.

But just as a small white figure lifted its foot to step over the dividing line, a wisp of "darkness," like a living entity, violently dragged it into the depths. Then came a bone-chilling CRUNCH! CRUNCH! chewing sound...

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