Chapter 94 - The Dragon Appears Please Subscribe

“Dragons?

Are there dragons in this world?” Huang Chen’s eyes were full of doubt.

Since his birth until now, he had never heard of the existence of dragons, only in mythology were there stories of ancient dragons.

“I do not know either.

I am trying to find a way to rescue those Ghost Cultivators and to understand what exactly is going on inside.

As long as you cannot enter, it will be fine.

You will take control of the Hell Palace when the time comes.”

The Golden Core Elder’s powerful ambition was greatly frustrated at this moment.

How could he let others destroy his space?

“Hmm, we will definitely not let our master down.”

As soon as Huang Chen heard that he could enter a space and control everything, ambition flared within him once again.

No matter where he was, as long as he could cultivate and bully others for fun, Demonic Beasts, and ghosts, as long as he could bully them, it was all fun to him.

At this moment, becoming a soul made him very depressed, and he wanted to vent in another way, a somewhat twisted mindset.

“Sigh…”

The Golden Core Elder sighed.

His disciples’ abilities were still too weak.

They couldn’t help him at the moment.

It was better to rescue those Ghost Cultivators first!

All these years of effort couldn’t just become futile.

He couldn’t let all his years of hard work go to waste.

Then, he started to recite curses, trying to help those Ghost Cultivators break through the light rings, hoping to still recover some losses.

Over the years, he had been gathering external souls into the Hell Palace, letting those souls nourish the Ghost Cultivators.

To hasten their advancement, he had caused that plague, sending thousands of souls into the Hell Palace.

“Hurry hurry hurry hurry up…”

The Golden Core Elder kept chanting spells, and a black light entered the Hell Palace.

Inside the Hell Palace, with their Cultivation and the assistance of the Golden Core Elder, the Ghost Cultivators took some time but finally broke through the light rings and made their escape.

The appearance of the Dragon King had terrified the Ghost Cultivators.

The previous Thunder Roar and Dragon Breath had severely wounded their souls.

Now that they had finally struggled out of the light rings, they could no longer care for the weaker souls and sought places to hide.

The weaker souls trapped within the light ring huddled together, watching what was happening in the space with fear, not knowing if the light rings might harm them.

“What?

They escaped?”

Eryao hadn’t expected that his strong light rings would still be broken by those Ghost Cultivators.

He felt a sense of frustration and was about to unleash a Dragon Breath Flame.

“Eryao, let them escape.

Do not release the flames.

You might harm the Black Mist within the light rings.”

“Oh, all right!

It’s a little disappointing not to show my power.

Jiang Tang looked at the clusters of Black Mist.

He could feel the souls of his relatives coming from the mist, and he couldn’t help but call out.

“Father, mother, brothers, sisters, uncle, elder uncle.”

At Jiang Tang’s call, each of the souls within the light rings moved slightly, as if they had sensed something.

At that moment, voices began to echo in Jiang Tang’s mind, faint and including men, women, old, and young.

“My child, is that you?”

“Son, how did you come to be here?

Don’t tell me you, my son, have also…”

“Jiang Tang, is that you?

My good brother, how did you also come here?

Have you died too?”

“Nephew, thank you for saving us, but we cannot reincarnate and can only be bullied here, sigh…”

Jiang Tang, listening to the mixed voices of his relatives, felt that they belonged to the people from his body’s original village, including his parents.

“Mom, Dad, I haven’t died.

I just accidentally entered here.

I will take you out,” Jiang Tang promised.

“Jiang Tang, you must find a way to get out.

Our family, our village, perhaps only you can survive.

You must avenge us.

Our deaths were so unjust!

Someone deliberately harmed us,” echoed the sorrowful voices of his parents.

The voice of a young soul.

Jiang Tang could sense that this was the voice of a childhood friend, who had unfortunately died young and mortal in that tragic plague.

“Who was so malicious?

Do you know who it was?

Who harmed you?” Jiang Tang inquired urgently.

Jiang Tang was eerily familiar with the gruesome sight, having witnessed it just before he traveled back in time.

How tragic had the scene been?

That plague had claimed not only the lives in their village but also those in the surrounding areas; all mere mortals who died horrific deaths.

In the wake of the plague, only a few villagers from the many afflicted remained alive.

The governmental authorities, upon learning of the epidemic, chose to burn down several villages.

His own parents were among those who perished in the flames, buried only with some personal belongings.

The only things not consumed by the fire were those few possessions, his parents reduced to ashes, to dust; by the time he awoke, even that had been scattered by the wind.

“We don’t know.

We really don’t know who harmed us…” A frail, elderly voice spoke.

Jiang Tang’s thoughts immediately turned to the Ghost Cultivators.

If only his loved ones could cultivate like them.

“Eryao, merge the light circles into one, and make sure to protect it well from Demonic Beasts and Ghost Cultivators.

It would be even better if it could block the light of the red moon,” he instructed.

“Father, while this light circle cannot block the light of the red moon, it can resist its gravitational pull.

Moreover, we can bring them into our Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space,” Eryao explained.

“Eryao, can we do it?

They won’t be harmed entering, will they?” Jiang Tang asked with concern.

“Of course, they are merely souls.

They can come in using my light circle, and since there is neither moon nor sun in the space, the strong spiritual energy here can enhance their souls.

Mortal souls can also cultivate here.

As long as they stay within the light circle, they won’t be affected by anything outside,” Eryao reassured.

“Good.

Eryao, I leave them in your care,” Jiang Tang entrusted.

“Agreed…” Eryao managed both the light circle belonging to himself and his master, and another that enveloped the wandering spirits.

The two expansive light circles drifted in the dark night, eventually floating into the Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space.

With their disappearance, the night regained its darkness, the space fell silent, and the Demonic Beasts watched what had unfolded, truly sensing the presence of the Dragon.

As the shadow of the Dragon faded and darkness returned to the space, the suppressed Demonic Beasts, now weakened and prostrated in fear, finally ceased trembling.

The Ghost Cultivators, having hidden themselves to observe what manner of Dragon this was, found that the light had vanished and darkness had returned to the space, no longer feeling the presence of living beings nor the Qi of the Dragon.

Without daring to emerge, the Ghost Cultivators opened their eyes of flame and began to drift through the space, resuming their hunt for Demonic Beasts.

“Vigilant, vigilant,” the Demonic Beasts once again entered a state of high alert, ready to battle at any moment.

Having entered the space, Jiang Tang and Eryao found themselves beneath a large hovering light circle in the sky.

Jiang Tang gazed up at the floating light circle in the space, hoping to distinguish the black mist and locate his parents within it.

“Mom, Dad, uncles, and relatives from the village—if you can hear my call, please move within the space,” he implored.

It seemed the black mist within the light circle heard Jiang Tang’s call, as part of it began to stir, while the rest remained still.

The moving section of the black mist separated from the rest, forming two distinct masses within the light circle, like two black clouds.