Thousand Hands' generosity exceeded Qi Xiu's imagination.

He had racked his brains and gone through life-and-death struggles without even catching a glimpse of the Dragon-Slaying Banner, yet in Thousand Hands' words, it seemed as commonplace as cabbages strewn across the ground. His words implied Qi Xiu could have as many as he wished.

"Of course, the more the better," Qi Xiu said.

Without hesitation, he stroked his chin, feeling a sudden urge to take them all.

The Dragon-Slaying Banner was the Dragon Court's Command Flag used to sentence Karmic Dragons to death. It was akin to the placard placed behind condemned criminals in the secular world. Although he did not yet know its Divine Marvels, anything that belonged to the True Dragon Clan, even a lump of feces, had its great uses!

Surprised, Thousand Hands glanced at Qi Xiu and scoffed, "Fine then, take as many as you like, but I'm afraid you won't be able to carry them away when the time comes."

"What do you mean by that, Senior?"

"Follow me, you'll understand once we get there."

Passing through the boundless and desolate expanses of the vibrant green Forest Sea, Thousand Hands led Qi Xiu along a narrow yellow mud path. After some hundreds of steps, a stone gate stood tall, its mottled doors overgrown with yellow-green vines that entwined and twisted, revealing signs of the passage of years.

Looking at the stone gate ahead, Thousand Hands' eyes showed a trace of reminiscence and nostalgia, as if there was something behind those doors he couldn't forget.

Taking off a bright red tiny bellyband from his body, he tossed it into the air. The bellyband, embroidered with dragon patterns, swelled in the wind, transforming in an instant into a lifelike, small dragon, azure-green all over, like an emerald carving.

His chubby hands forming several spells, Thousand Hands recited a few ancient and mysterious syllables. Qi Xiu, standing aside, felt his earlobes twitch upon hearing these sounds. At first listen, these syllables sounded similar to the pronunciation of the Dragon Might Spell. But upon closer listen, there were many subtle differences. Moreover, the Dragon Might Spell, in its entirety, consisted of twenty-seven syllables. But the True Dragon syllables that Thousand Hands was reciting numbered over a hundred, evidently a more advanced True Dragon Method.

"Go!"

With a flick of his finger, the jade dragon standing in the void suddenly transformed into a streak of light that entered the gate in front of them. The yellow-green vines that twisted around the gate slowly retreated, shrinking back into the earthen sides, rolling up into two fist-sized balls.

"Open!"

He formed a hand seal and flicked it upwards. The tightly sealed gate immediately sank slightly as dust scattered down. This door, sealed for countless years, slowly opened.

BOOM—

The instant the stone door cracked open, a gust of wind swept towards them. It was not merely wind; it was more like an invisible force trying to erase people from existence. Struggling to raise his hand to protect himself, Qi Xiu tried to muster his strength against the gale, but the harder he resisted, the more violently the wind surged as if wrestling with him!

Fortunately, the strong wind came quickly and left without a sound. After only a few breaths, the ferocious wind that seemed ready to scatter people into shards across the sky vanished without a trace.

"What is inside..." Looking at his palm where the wind had torn a wound, Qi Xiu's eyes showed grave concern.

"My relic," Thousand Hands uttered softly and took the lead, walking towards the gate.

Behind the gate, Qi Xiu was suddenly confronted by a mountain of corpses; it was a display of countless dragon heads, similar to the Dragon Head Hall in the maze above. However, compared to those in the maze, the dragon heads in this mountain were even more ferocious and terrifying, with spines that would make one's heart tremble growing on both sides of their cheeks. Their whiskers had turned into inch-long black spikes, and their emblematic Dragon Horns of the True Dragon Clan were forcibly broken, leaving bloodied gaping holes. With their eyes wide open, these Karmic Dragon heads were filled with resentment and unwillingness, dying with eternal grievances, as if they were roaring in anger at the Sky Dome.

And atop this mountain of corpses, a figure with a dragon head and human body sat with imposing grandeur. Clad in half-armor, one hand resting on its knee, it held a Dragon Scales Saber, its majestic presence suppressing the overwhelming resentments of the Karmic Dragon heads below, ensuring they would never find peace again.

As he gazed at the commanding relic sitting atop the mountain of corpses, Thousand Hands' eyes revealed a hint of longing.

"My relic must suppress these Karmic Dragon heads. Once it leaves, they will immediately fly out in search of their bodies, transform into corpse dragons, and wreak havoc. The Dragon-Slaying Banners you want are planted on their bodies. Take my saber with you, and you may walk freely within the Dragon Prison. Take as many Dragon-Slaying Banners as you wish. Once you are done, leave quickly. This place is filled with the stench of death and an abundance of deadly energy. Staying too long is not beneficial to you."

With a beckoning gesture, the Dragon Scales Saber that the relic was holding transformed into a streak of light and flew into Thousand Hands' hand. But as soon as the saber departed, those suppressed Karmic Dragon heads immediately became restless, their eyeballs moving, opening and closing their jaws, as if they sensed the weakening of the suppressing force and were ready to break the seal!

However, Thousand Hands' relic, seated atop the mountain of corpses, suddenly opened its eyes and let out a cold snort. In an instant, all the Karmic Dragon heads quieted down and turned back into stiff corpses, without any further movement.

"Here." Gently caressing the saber that had followed him for countless years, Thousand Hands turned slightly to hand it over to Qi Xiu.

"Thank you, Senior... Uh!" The moment Qi Xiu accepted the Dragon Scales Saber, his face changed slightly, and his right arm suddenly sank down. His veins bulged, muscles swelled and trembled slightly, his fingers white from the tight grip.

Heavy! Qi Xiu hadn't expected the Dragon Scales Saber, which felt so light in Thousand Hands' grip, to actually be so terrifyingly heavy. It was even heavier than a small mountain. Summoning twelve parts of his strength, he pasted three Thunder Talismans on his right hand, using the power of Lei Mang to stimulate his muscles beyond their normal capacity. With great effort, Qi Xiu managed to hold the Dragon Scales Saber steady.

If I hadn't cultivated the Innate Mixed Yuan Holy Body, and if my physique didn't far surpass that of a regular Blood-Stained Great Cultivator, I would probably have shattered all my teeth trying and still wouldn't have been able to lift this saber.

Seeing Qi Xiu lift his Dragon Scales Saber, Thousand Hands smiled and nodded, "Not bad, that'll do. Go now. How much you can take depends on your own ability."

"Thank you, Senior." Speaking through clenched teeth, barely holding onto his breath, Qi Xiu gave a slight bow to Thousand Hands and turned to leave with the saber, heading towards the Dragon Prison.

「...」

The same ominous and chilling Dragon Prison remained, steeped in a sinister, evil aura. In the lengthy and cramped corridors, thick fog swept through, with innumerable Sin Dragon Remnants writhing and wandering aimlessly. Their neck wounds dripped, forming a gurgling stream of blood.

SCRAPE—

Suddenly, a dull, rolling friction sound echoed in the deathly silent prison. Upon hearing the noise, all Sin Dragon Remnants instantly turned their heads. Their terrifying dragon-shaped heads, with eyes like blood-red lanterns, stared fixedly in the direction of the sound.

BOOM—

Fog billowed, and Sin Dragons howled. The pent-up grudges and hatred of countless eons washed over the prison repeatedly, like a flood on the verge of breaking through its barriers.

Die die die die die die die die die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Swarming around a corner, a massive onslaught of Sin Dragon Remnants surged forward, their heartrending howls unleashing the full ugliness of their emotions. But just then, at the end of the passageway ahead, a figure slowly stepped out. He dragged along a long saber, its blade coldly scraping against the unyielding stone floor. As the blade ground against the floor, it unintentionally sparked, trailing a path of fire through the corridor. Flickers of light danced and interplayed, and in the blink of an eye, they illuminated the saber's surface, revealing scales that gleamed brightly—each one like cold, hard, translucent azure gold!

"It's him!" The moment they saw the Dragon Scales Saber, the Sin Dragons erupted into shrill shrieks. Their murky consciousness had forgotten many things, but the bloody wounds on their necks constantly reminded them. It was this saber! That had slain them!

The pierced and battered remnants, struck by this deep-rooted fear, could no longer discern whether the one holding the saber was the same prison guard who had slain them.

Run!

Without the slightest hesitation, the Sin Dragon Remnants that had crowded in turned and fled, like a school of catfish squeezed together, frantically scattering in every direction.

"Quite an immediate effect..." Stepping out of the dark, gloomy shadows and seeing the Sin Dragon Remnants frantically fleeing, Qi Xiu couldn't help but smile faintly. This was going to be easier.

With the Sin Dragon Remnants out of the picture, Qi Xiu began to explore the Dragon Prison at a measured pace. Previously, to avoid the pursuit of the Sin Dragon Remnants, he had only gotten a rough idea of the Dragon Prison's layout without the chance to stop and take a closer look. But now, the tables had turned. The young Daoist had once been cautious and hurried, pressed by the Sin Dragon Remnants. Now, he had transformed into the bane of the entire Dragon Prison. With the Dragon Scales Saber in hand, the once-unassailable Sin Dragon Remnants regarded him with dread; sensing his presence from hundreds of meters away, they turned and ran.

Exhilarating, truly exhilarating. Ever since entering the Dragon Prison, the constrained frustration Qi Xiu had felt was now released. He took a deep breath of stale air. In the obscurity, the mastery of the Hunyuan Dragon Tiger Scripture Mystery unexpectedly jumped up a notch.

After reveling in his dominance within the Dragon Prison for a short while, Qi Xiu's playful expression grew serious. There were only two days left before the great tide at the Nu River. He had to return with the Dragon-Slaying Banner before then, so Elder Shui would take back the Water Monarch Seal and prevent this great calamity.

Hoisting the Dragon Scales Saber on his shoulder, Qi Xiu formed a Daoist Incantation, and his eyes flashed with a purple hue. This underground Dragon Prison might not be as big as the labyrinthine Dragon Prison, but it wasn't small either. His time was not particularly plentiful, and he needed to set aside some for any unforeseen events that might occur. So he needed to find the Dragon-Slaying Banner—and quickly. Return it to Dianchuan Province!

Under the specialized sight granted by the Observing Qi Skill, Qi Xiu moved quickly through the Dragon Prison. In his specialized black-and-white vision, ferocious and terrifying scratch marks were visible everywhere on the Dragon Prison's walls. They all seemed to be the outbursts of the Sin Dragon Remnants.

Without realizing it, he had traversed most of the Dragon Prison. Just as Qi Xiu passed a three-way intersection, his vision was suddenly obscured by a sky-full of blood-red light. The dense crimson light transformed into countless resentful and malevolent dragon shadows, coiled in this void, wailing and cursing endlessly.

The glare caused Qi Xiu's eyes to burn with pain. He hastily shut off the Observing Qi Skill, enduring the torment as he forced open a sliver of his eyes.

"What is this..."

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