Chapter 64

Everyone was so shocked by the scene that they were rendered speechless.

The legendary dragon spiraled through the heavens, majestically observing all, its scales reflecting sunlight, dispelling all darkness.

Qing Lang screamed in agony, "No, how is this possible."

"Absolutely impossible!"

He brandished his meticulously crafted dragon bone artifact, delusionally attempting to stir up giant waves again.

But he could no longer control the water.

With the emergence of the Dragon God, all aquatic spiritual power in the world was under its command, directing all aquatic beings.

With a mere tilt of its head, the present Qing Lang and his several hidden avatars and true body in the sea were reduced to dust.

The Green Scales merfolk, who were still fiercely intent on annihilating humans, watched the Dragon God in terror, reluctantly submitting despite their unwilling hearts.

The Dragon God exhaled a mist that floated to every Green Scales soldier, turning into ice cages that firmly imprisoned them.

"As long as I live, these ice cages shall not be broken," declared the Dragon God with authority. "Reflect well on your sins."

Tears of warmth streamed from Linghu Xuan's eyes; that was Ran Xi's voice!

The Dragon God leisurely flew over, landing on their ship, and exhaled another breath of mist, instantly healing all injuries of the human soldiers.

The White Dragon gradually shrank, landing on the ship, revealing itself as a youth with silver hair and purple eyes.

His appearance remained as it was in the past, except the fin-like ears were gone, replaced by human ears, and two dragon horns adorned his forehead. His gaze was firm and sacred, and he radiated an inexplicable aura of authority.

Linghu Xuan wanted to approach him but felt uncomfortable from head to toe.

Ran Xi knew he wanted to embrace him and gently waved his hand, saying, "Now is not the time."

Linghu Xuan: "What do you mean, not the time?"

"We haven't seen each other for so long, and I thought you had already..."

Ran Xi placed his index finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

"I still have one last thing to do."

Linghu Xuan: "?"

Instantly, they felt the world turn upside down, and they landed in a place covered with snow and ice.

Ran Xi looked into the distance, where amidst the blizzard, a faint red appeared.

Then, the snow turned into continuous drizzle, melted by the flames carried by the Fire Phoenix.

The true form of the ancient Xuan Tian Fire Phoenix was as tall as a mountain, its wings spread wide enough to cover the sky, surrounded by black flames.

Ran Xi declared loudly, "Linghu Xuan, this is a space maintained by my spiritual power."

"It is both the past and the present, the only point in all of time where the curse can be completely eradicated."

"This is the moment your ancestor vanquished the Fire Phoenix."

Linghu Xuan said solemnly, "I understand."

He summoned the Xuanyuan Sword from the void, drawing a long sword that radiated golden light.

Not far in front of him, a tall figure in a Taoist robe appeared, also drawing a golden long sword.

That was his ancestor, unsheathing his sword in another dimension.

The two swords, in two different dimensions, simultaneously delivered a strike that split the earth for miles and caused mountains to collapse and tsunamis to surge.

Beneath the Xuan Tian Fire Phoenix’s neck, twelve stories cracked open, black blood dripping and scorching the earth.

The Fire Phoenix let out a sharp, long cry.

"Despicable humans, I curse your descendants with my soul..."

In the void, a massive white dragon appeared, charging with a blizzard to strike fiercely.

The Fire Phoenix's voice ceased as its throat was completely penetrated by the white dragon, with water and ice flooding its veins and spreading throughout its body.

The ancient demon king, under the dragon's suppression, had both soul and body completely dissipated.

The blizzard ceased, the cracked earth closed up, the snow melted, and the brown earth sprouted lush green grass.

The illusion faded away.

The curse that lingered over the Linghu family for a thousand years was finally lifted.

Ran Xi opened his eyes, meeting Linghu Xuan's eyes filled with tenderness.

A hundred warships, with eight hundred thousand soldiers victorious, returned home, amidst the resounding war songs, Ran Xi held his daughter for the first time.

In the distance, miles of azure waves, mountains like ink paintings, occasional houses, and a few wisps of cooking smoke marked the time for wanderers to return home.

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