Divine Brilliance

A fierce wind blew yellow sand everywhere. This wasn’t the Cloud World but another world that was not far away.

What Aokun saw in front of him was a cliff in the distance. He didn’t care and walked forward.

1,000 miles in one step as he paced back and forth like he was testing something. It caused this entire world to twist under his feet.

Moments later, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

The world in front of him was collapsing, piece by piece, with him at the center.

When Aokun stepped forward once more, the world changed once again.

Before this, it was covered in yellow sand, but now it was an exquisite pavilion. Clouds wrapped around and the scenery was extremely beautiful. There were several petite looking girls dressed in silk, either dancing, playing instruments or chatting.

They all stopped, looking over toward Aokun in shock. They seemed to be at a loss for words.

Aokun wasn’t worried about them and continued forward. In just a moment, he saw a wooden hall built on the water; it had an ancient taste to it and was filled with elegance.

From afar he could hear the playful laughter and dancing noises of the women. There was also a male, whose laugh echoed from afar.

Aokun scoffed coldly and continued on forward. In just a few steps, he was in front of the wooden hall.

With a step, energy surged and then numerous ripples spread out.

The entire wooden hall was collapsing, breaking into pieces. Those pavilions were also broken into shrapnel.

However, the women who exposed most of their bodies were fine, only looking forward in fear.

A furious roar spread out from within the wooden hall wreckage, “Who dares to be so rude?”

A palm slapped out from within, so quick that it was tough for one to react.

Aokun scoffed coldly and didn’t bother to block. The world around him naturally collapsed. The palm also collapsed, unable to hurt him at all.

When the dust settled, a surprised voice rang out.

“Is that Uncle Aokun?”

The person who spoke was a teen wearing a purple-gold robe, he had red hair and looked really handsome. Apart from surprise, his voice was filled with shock.

“So you still recognize this Uncle?”

Aokun laughed self-mockingly. After walking in front of the yellow-robed teen, his eyes lit up.

“You are actually at High God Realm, not bad, not bad! When I came I was worried your ambition was lost, enjoying yourself too much. These few years, your cultivation had to be undesirable. It seems like during these thousands of years, you used some skill to chase up to me…”

“Uncle praise me too much, I don’t dare to accept it.”

Aoman laughed awkwardly, his eyes filled with a wary intent, “What did uncle come over for?”

Aokun’s lips curled coldly, “Praise? I am not praising you. This time I came to reclaim a debt. Lend me your Instant Space Dragon Pellet to use!”

When the words ‘reclaim a debt’ were heard, Aoman’s body began to change. He turned into a 10,000-foot long Giant Purple Dragon, tearing open space and directly breaking out.

However, right as he was about to disappear, Aokun grabbed out. His right hand turned into a Giant Dragon Claw, grabbing Aoman’s tail and throwing him to the side.

This 10,000-foot Dragon was dragged like a whip and then slammed into the ground. It caused there to be a giant explosion in the space and pieces collapsed.

Threads of Destruction Energy wrapped around him.

Aoman strongly resisted and fidgeted, but there was nothing he could do. His giant pupils were wide in panic.

“Uncle how could you do that? My Father helped you when you had so many enemies and everyone wanted your life. Although you were sealed for so long, didn’t you go under that fellow and still have a chance to reach Peak Saint Realm? That person is friends with Father. If you dare attack me, my Master won’t like it…”

“For my good? Master?”

Aokun’s eyes were filled with sadness. He suddenly flashed and rage started building within.

“How unfortunate! Although I broke free, I’m not that person’s disciple.”

Just as Aokan was shocked, Aokun’s hand suddenly forcefully opened his stomach.

Aoman panicked and scolded, “Aokun you are crazy! Do you really want to be enemies with my Instant Space Dragon Race? If you dare take my Pellet, my Father will send you to hell!”

Aokun’s face had a derisive expression. Be enemies? He and those Instant Space Dragons were already enemies.

He didn’t care and pulled. Aoman screamed as a Purple-Gold Dragon Pellet was forcefully pulled out.

Looking at it, Aokun’s eyes were filled with emotions.

So it was formed quickly due to external powers. No wonder he could get to High God Realm…

He wasn’t disappointed at all. He too was actually one of them. So he needed a medium to obtain the Bloodline Ability that he had given up.

He didn’t care about whether the Pellet was good or bad. A High God Realm Dragon Pellet already surprised him.

Just at this moment, a sudden intent spread over.

Who knows where it came from but an image slowly formed.

Aokun smiled and didn’t stop it. Then, he saw someone who looked similar to him appear. He was in gold armor and also had red hair.

“It shouldn’t be time for you to break free. I am surprised that you could come out…”

Aokun smiled and didn’t speak. He raised his head arrogantly and eagerly played with the Dragon Pellet.

“I thought that Little Five would be able to break free from evil and be that person’s disciple. That both of us could still be Brothers.”

That golden armored middle-aged man looked impassively at Aoman, there was no fluctuation at all.

“However, looking at the situation you still hate me right?”

Aokun didn’t reply. He did in fact hate him, huge Heaven covering hate! All the oceans in the world couldn’t wash it clean.

However, he didn’t need to say those words and just needed to do it.

“So you want to go against that person and take revenge on me? Did you think it through…”

Aokun didn’t reply, only calmly smiling and looking over. The tone of the golden-armored middle-aged man finally had some fluctuation.

“You were sealed because of me. If you want revenge, you can just find me, don’t you know that you shouldn’t involve one’s family? Aoman is your Nephew!”

Aokun’s face was instantly ice cold. Although he was smiling, it was extremely cold and stiff.

“Don’t involve family! Then how did Yue’er die?”

The middle-aged man was startled. He sighed and the light instantly disappeared.

“Forget it! Do what you want with my Third Son! Only the next time we meet, only one of us will live!”

“Father save me! Father don’t leave, Father…”

Aoman panicked, seemingly realizing his fate. He cried out and begged.

That image disappeared within several breaths. That intent also dissipated, not existing in this world.

Aokun laughed out loud, shaking the clouds with a maniacal intent.

With a finger he doted on the Dragon Pellet.

What seemed like an indestructible pellet had ripple-like patterns on it.

Moments later it broke apart, turning into pieces of golden sand. It then charged into Aokun’s chest and seeped into his body.

Aoman only felt extreme pain, like he was being tortured. Looking at the situation, he didn’t cry out, but stared right at Aokun, his eyes filled with fear.

“Dragon Swallowing Secret Technique, you are using the Dragon Swallowing Secret Technique! Aokun you are crazy! The person who uses this is the enemy of our Dragon race!”

His pupils constricted, only to see Seven Dragon Shadows circling behind Aokun.

He had a pained expression, raising his claws at Aokun and giving out a vicious roar.

Aoman’s voice rang out once more.

“Three God Realm, four Celestial Realm. Aokun you…”

He couldn’t any more words. His Uncle had swallowed seven Dragon Pellets.

Based on Dragon race law, his bones should be broken, his Dragon Pellet taken, and then he would be sent into the Dragon Transformation Pool never to break free.

Aokun laughed, blood flowing down from his eyes.

Crazy? He might really be crazy!

Now he only wished to be strong, so strong that he was on that person’s level. It didn’t matter what method he used.

“Do you know why am I able to merge with the Dragon Pellet of that Destruction Dragon?”

Aoman was startled. Aokun didn’t take back his own Cause and Effect Dragon Pellet, but instead merged with the pellet in the Third Dragon Hall?

“That was because we faced the same encounters! We hated the Dragon Race, so why not just destroy it…”

He spoke impassively as he reached out with his hand, pulling out Aoman’s soul. Then, a red glow appeared on his palm and threads of Soul Power were being sucked into his palm.

In just a moment, one more Purple Gold Dragon Shadow appeared behind Aokun.

It was filled with violent intent as it roared furiously at Aokun. However, following this a ball of red appeared behind him.

It suppressed this Eighth Dragon Shadow.

An extremely profound rune appeared on his brow. His Dragon Power swelled and condensed before calming down.

He reached out once more and a red glow appeared on his palm.

“I’m actually Intermediate Saint Realm?”

Aokun’s was slightly surprised. He thought about it for a moment and then laughed.

“He actually ate the Mysterious Dragon Creation Pill. My brother really loves him, the medicinal properties aren’t finished, what a benefit for me.”

He shook his head and then frowned.

Destruction Power, Instant Space Power, Cause and Effect Power. He was most familiar with the last one, but was unable to grasp it as freely as before.

It seemed like he still needed to take back that pellet of his sooner rather than later.

His brows rose up, Dragon Blood sensing something.

Zong Shou?

Aokun smiled. It seemed like he had to make a trip back…