Chapter 551: Chapter 550: The Ancient Wilderness Dragon Race Emerges, Ying Zheng’s Invitation

Rumble, rumble.

Finally, accompanied by the thunderous sound of the void collapsing.

The array patterns inscribed under the North Sea wavered like a flickering candle in the wind, and after a final struggle, completely lost their radiance.

The barrier touching the sea surface also dissipated, like a tornado subsiding, and the yellow sand scattered in the sky fell down.

The Grand Array was broken.

The towering Bronze Giant Door under the sea also collapsed, striking the remnants of the ancient wilderness relics, stirring up a cloud of dust...

The endless abyss within the depths of the Bronze Giant Door appeared in everyone’s view.

In the dark abyss, accompanied by the opening of pairs of eyes, the outside world finally saw the scene within.

They were stone pillars.

Thousands of bottomless stone pillars.

And constrained on the stone pillars, were clearly one True Dragon after another!

"Oh my god..."

The powerful beings observing quietly from all over were shocked by the sight at the edge of their vision.

Even some Quasi-Saints couldn’t help but take a cold breath.

The Dragon Race trapped under the North Sea.

This was something known by all the powerful beings in the world.

But not every powerful being had personally gone down to observe.

The appearance of thousands of True Dragons was undoubtedly an extremely shocking scene for them.

"Most have already become withered dragon corpses, but even if less than one-tenth are alive, there are still nearly a hundred powerful True Dragons here!"

"The Dragon Race’s heritage is too deep, too terrifying."

"No wonder even the Ancient Celestial Court dared not set them free..."

"Among these True Dragons, there are as many as ten Quasi-Saints!"

"It truly opens one’s eyes!"

At this time, many powerful existences appeared on the edges of the North Sea, watching from afar, all shocked by the scene before them.

It’s no exaggeration to say.

A race possessing more than a dozen Quasi-Saints simultaneously, with such heritage, even in today’s three top-level forces, only the Buddha Country where Ksitigarbha and Guanyin are still alive can compare!

And this was a force left after experiencing the Dragon-Han Catastrophe.

It is hard to imagine.

The grandeur of the Dragon Race at its peak?

"Father, Ancestors!"

Ao Bing’s tone was trembling with excitement, tears brimming in its eyes.

The liberation of its kin made it overwhelmingly emotional, crying tears of joy.

"They really emerged, whether it’s good or bad is unknown..."

Ox Demon King’s eyes were complicated, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Princess Iron Fan, but unfortunately, she never looked this way.

"Everyone, you can regain your freedom now."

Princess Iron Fan, standing above the North Sea, said aloud, with a wave of her hand, the mist poured down, dissolving all the inscriptions on those stone pillars.

The chains binding the Dragon Race also lost their divinity accordingly.

In an extremely short time, from shining with immortal light, they turned into mottled rust.

With a slight tremble, the chains binding those True Dragons for endless years turned to flying ash and disappeared under the world’s tense gaze.

Crack... crack, crack...

The True Dragons, upon leaving the stone pillars, perhaps because they had been trapped for so long, their flesh and blood were connected to the stone pillars.

With the struggle to break free, vast quantities of dragon blood drenched the abyss.

This scene, shocking to behold, made people frown involuntarily.

Rumble, rumble.

The ancient stone pillars, collapsing with the Dragon Race’s liberation, stirred up billowing thick smoke.

"Roar!"

Nearly a hundred still living True Dragons burst out from the abyss, their terrifying aura shaking the world.

They spiraled above the North Sea’s surface, letting out high-pitched, excited roars.

The dragon roars shook the sky, causing the sea to reverse its flow.

But they didn’t care at all.

Being trapped for far too long had made these liberated True Dragons somewhat frenzied.

They soared the Nine Heavens, galloped through the Star Realm, knocking down large swathes of stars as if they were toys.

Falling rapidly, either into jungles or the deep sea.

All of which caused great tremors in different lands!

But no one dared to voice opposition!

Until the only one who had remained steady and calm throughout, the Old Dragon King spoke: "Enough."

The Old Dragon King commanded with unyielding authority, causing all the Dragon Race to instantly quiet down.

At this moment, Ao Bing rushed over, stopping with tearful eyes in front of the Old Dragon King: "Father!"

"My child." The Old Dragon King murmured, looking at Ao Bing with murky eyes filled with restrained affection, but it quickly shifted its gaze to Lin Heng.

This Daoist, when he first came to the North Sea years ago, was merely in the Immortal King Realm, but now, his presence was completely on par with, if not superior to, the Old Dragon King!

This gave the Old Dragon King an illusion of waking from a long dream.

As if what had passed was not a few short years, but an era.

"Father, the Daoist Lord came today because he agreed to my request to help everyone get liberated."

"I didn’t expect Princess Iron Fan to be doing this."

Ao Bing said softly, speaking favorably of Lin Heng.

However, the Old Dragon King did not care, merely glanced at Lin Heng calmly before turning its gaze to the Dragon Robe Wearer.

Ying Zheng remained within the mist, no one able to see his true face, but his tone made people feel he was smiling.

"Congratulations, Old Dragon King, on regaining your freedom."

Faced with the congratulating Old Dragon King, his expression was incomparably calm.

"What do you want?" the Old Dragon King asked bluntly.

Nearly a hundred True Dragons fixed their cold stares on Ying Zheng, the immense pressure causing that piece of void to tremble.

Ying Zheng was unfazed, without a hint of panic, standing with hands behind, smiling faintly: "The Ancient Celestial Court was timid, not daring to join forces with you."

"But I wish to conspire with you on great matters."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the powerful beings observing this place couldn’t help but show a hint of nervousness.

Obviously.

The alliance between Great Qin and the Dragon Race, for the others, was not good news.

"This..."

Ao Bing frowned, hastily saying in a low voice: "Father, our Daoist Court is also preparing to ascend to the Celestial Court!"

Upon hearing this, all the True Dragons gave it an odd glance.

Lin Heng was a bit surprised too; he could clearly hear that Ao Bing hoped its father and kin would join the Daoist Court.

However, the Old Dragon King ignored this, only addressing Ying Zheng: "While stating your purpose, you should also mention the conditions first; this shows your sincerity."

Ying Zheng smiled at this, nonchalantly saying: "Once you reach Great Qin, you’ll naturally know."

The Old Dragon King was silent for a long while before saying, "I know you. The world calls you the Ancestral Dragon. Let’s hope you won’t disappoint me."

As these words fell.

The abyss below the North Sea trembled violently once again.

Thousands of already deceased dragon corpses emitted somber death aura, dragging the broken Coiling Dragon Pillars, one after another, into the sky.

The Old Dragon King said, "This is my gift to you. May our cooperation be fruitful."