Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

Chapter 443: Chapter 412: Ancient Island, Ancient Array

The Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon had roamed the Jinghai for thousands of years.

In its eyes, all living things were merely food to fill its belly, no different from fish and shrimp. And these insignificant Golden Core Cultivators dared to underestimate it. As its six eyes narrowed, it swung its massive tail, smashing it down into the sea.

WHOOSH—

Amidst the unimaginable roar of the surf, a colossal wave, thousands of feet high, rose behind it in an instant, surging toward the island reef as if to blot out the sky.

This small island, a hundred li in circumference, was like a bonsai in a mortal’s hands to the beast.

And the few people on the island were no more than ants in that pot.

BOOM!

The colossal wave surged, cresting high enough to touch the heavens.

As it crashed down, it transformed into a herd of powerful Divine Horses.

Each steed was hundreds of feet tall, and at a glance, they formed an unbroken line surging forward. Every hooffall stamped a crescent-shaped print dozens of feet deep into the ground, causing the entire island to shudder violently.

In the blink of an eye, the herd was upon them.

"Shatter!"

His Sword Pill remained still, but the Ruyi Wind and Thunder Sword had already torn through the air. With a flash of cold light, the steed charging at the very front was sliced in two.

The two halves continued to gallop past Chen Che, running for several hundred paces before finally halting. Deprived of the Demon Qi sustaining them, they collapsed back into seawater with a great SPLASH that surged outward.

The wooden huts and graves in the low-lying areas were instantly washed away and submerged.

The others—Yu Yunko, Meng Qianxun, and Yu Fansong—also unleashed their own techniques, shattering the water horses and turning them back into the sea.

"This is bad!"

Chen Che cried out in alarm.

Before the others could understand why, the seawater had flooded the land, transforming the small island into a veritable sea.

And a cunning glint filled the six eyes of the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon.

"That beast... it wants to flood the island..."

Yu Yunko was startled as well.

They had planned to use the island’s terrain to their advantage, but how could their opponent not realize this? The reason Fierce Beasts had run rampant in ancient times wasn’t merely because they were belligerent.

Their intelligence was in no way inferior to that of human Cultivators!

The Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon had first seized the mountain peak, then manipulated the seawater to turn the island’s interior into an inland sea, all to deny Chen Che and the others any terrain advantage!

The group had barely registered this when the Fierce Flood Dragon’s second attack came. Its massive central maw gaped open. The newly formed inland sea, not yet settled, trembled and began to swirl into a vortex.

An immense force generated from the water swiftly enveloped them, pulling them up into the air.

The torrent also swept up the island’s various wild animals, which were spun around in midair before being swallowed whole by the Fierce Flood Dragon. It was trying to end things in one fell swoop by devouring them all.

Chen Che felt like a small boat tossed on a great wave, swept along with the current, unable to break free.

The others were in the same predicament.

The immense force from the water had come on too strong, too suddenly.

SWOOSH—

Almost simultaneously, a Spiritual Boat shot across the sky and rammed fearlessly into the Fierce Flood Dragon’s enormous head.

THUD!

The Fierce Flood Dragon staggered, its head snapping back, and its magic was interrupted. Its unbalanced body snapped a mountain peak as it fell, crashing into the sea with a cataclysmic roar and throwing up yet another wave that blotted out the sun.

Aboard the boat, Lu Qinglian and her husband were drenched in cold sweat. Their Cultivation was the lowest, so they had remained on the Spiritual Boat. They never imagined that this one act would save everyone’s lives. But to ram a Fierce Flood Dragon with a Spiritual Boat... the danger was immense.

It wasn’t just them. Chen Che, now free from the vortex, was also covered in a cold sweat...

"How terrifying! How utterly terrifying..."

Yu Yunfei, who had slammed into the ground, muttered over and over.

He spoke for all of them.

In a single exchange, all of them had brushed against death’s door. The sheer peril was indescribable. The hearts of the Golden Core Cultivators present pounded like war drums, and it was a long while before they could calm themselves.

But they had no time to recover from their horror. The water subsided, and the Fierce Flood Dragon rose again.

SWOOSH—

In an instant, its giant tail whipped down.

The Spiritual Boat was swatted out of the air, half its hull embedding itself in the island. The Lu Clan husband and wife were knocked unconscious instantly. The Fierce Flood Dragon didn’t even spare them a glance. Its six eyes swept slowly over the group; the playful mockery was gone, replaced by raw ferocity. It was clearly enraged by the heavy blow.

CRASH!

The more it thought, the angrier it became. The Fierce Flood Dragon’s colossal body crushed downward, and a mountain peak five hundred zhang high exploded under its weight. Amidst flying rubble and surging seawater, it charged at them once more.

Its right head lunged for Chen Che, its left for Yu Yunko.

Clearly, it remembered the two who had blocked it that day and wanted to finish them off first. Chen Che and Yu Yunko exchanged a look and simultaneously flew off in opposite directions. Though the Fierce Flood Dragon was massive and incredibly fast, it couldn’t pursue them both at once.

Its two giant heads moved to follow, but they couldn’t keep up with the diverging paths and stopped midway.

Furious, its mouths gaped open. An immense suction force seemed to emanate from its belly, enveloping the world around it. A violent gale erupted from the void, forming a tornado that rapidly enveloped the two of them. It was clearly trying its old trick again, hoping to swallow Chen Che and Yu Yunko.

Seeing the Fierce Flood Dragon display its might, the others didn’t dare hesitate.

Meng Qianxun waved his hand, and his Sword-Patterned Silver Flood Dragon, still bearing two massive scars, shot forth. At the same time, he raised the Sea Snail, puffed out his cheeks, and poured his True Essence into it. The conch’s droning call rolled out, sending soundwaves rippling through the air.

Meng Changtu clapped his hands, and a Mudskipper Shrimp and a Green-Winged Flood Dragon materialized. They charged the Fierce Flood Dragon, coordinating with the puppets controlled by Chen Xi.

Meanwhile, the members of the Yu Clan also attacked. Talismans, Magic, and blade glows filled the air—so many they blotted out the sun. If such a combined assault were to land on the island, it would be shattered in moments.

But against the Fierce Flood Dragon, it was not enough.

At that moment, its central head opened its mouth and exhaled.

A vast hurricane erupted forth, slamming into their combined offensive. The sky-blotting barrage of attacks met the gale and shattered like eggs against a stone. The hurricane then continued onward, its momentum unabated, crashing toward the cultivators.

BOOM—

The hurricane struck the ground. The island trembled and collapsed where it hit, countless fissures spreading outward.

Then,

the central head seemed to swallow, then opened its mouth and spat again. A churning tide poured forth. At the same time, its left and right heads switched from inhaling to exhaling, and within moments, the island reef was completely submerged.

The tide churned into a thousand waves, constantly forming into Sea Beasts that swarmed toward them.

Chen Che pushed his Ruyi Wind Thunder Step to its absolute limit, his sword’s edge constantly slashing, cleaving through the endless onslaught of waves.

In a flash, he saw an opening. Bringing his left hand into a sword-finger sign, he unleashed his Sword Pill. Thirty-six thousand Flying Swords burst forth, swirling rapidly in midair as he circled his palm, vying to be the first to form a gigantic drill.

The drill’s tip was aimed squarely at one of the central head’s giant eyes.

This was the marvelous power of the Sword Pill.

That day, his Sword Group had been almost completely shattered while blocking one of the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon’s attacks. But once a Sword Pill is successfully forged, it becomes a self-contained system. As long as the core remains, no matter how many of its Flying Swords are destroyed, they can be restored through nourishment.

A Sword Box, by contrast, would have been rendered useless on the spot.

However,

the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon, after all, had three heads. The eyes of its right head narrowed, and its great mouth opened.

CRACKLE—

A Thunder Python shot from its maw. With a sound like a string of firecrackers, the Sword Group shattered, even more completely this time. The Thunder Python’s momentum carried it onward, and it slammed into the ground, throwing up a spray of water and mud.

BOOM!

Strong Qi, wrapped in a hurricane, slammed into him.

With a thought, Chen Che released his True Essence, clearing a space a hundred zhang around him as the seawater and waves were pushed back. He simultaneously waved his hand, and the suction from his Yellow Gourd intensified as he tried to pull the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon inside.

But his opponent didn’t budge. The Fierce Flood Dragon remembered the Gourd. With a flick of its massive tail, it sent the Gourd flying with a loud BANG. The Yellow Gourd shot hundreds of li through the air before crashing into the sea, kicking up yet another furious wave.

’There’s no opening!’

That was the only thought in his mind.

This Fierce Flood Dragon’s physical body and Cultivation Realm were both far beyond their imagination. It had no weaknesses whatsoever. No matter what direction they attacked from, its three heads could easily intercept them.

’Even if we all die here, the most we could do is heavily injure it in return.’

They couldn’t win, and they couldn’t escape.

An opponent like this was a living nightmare.

Only half a cup of tea’s worth of time had passed, but the entire island had been shattered. To Chen Che, however, it felt like years. Fighting such a being was agony; every second was an eternity of torment.

United, their group was strong enough to make even the Star-Picking Sect and the Primordial Sect wary. Yet before the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon, they were like rabbits hunted by a Fierce Tiger, capable only of fleeing for their lives.

In just that short time, every one of them had been wounded. Chen Xi’s two Puppets were smashed to pieces by the Fierce Flood Dragon. Three of the Yu Family’s seven Golden Core Cultivators were unconscious, and Yu Fansong’s Golden Core itself had shattered...

Never before, in all of history, had so many powerful experts battled in such a confined space.

"I’ll kill you...!"

Seeing his kinsmen so grievously injured, Yu Yunfei could no longer contain his rage. With a furious roar, he shot into the air.

"Don’t!"

Yu Yunko cried out in horror.

Her little brother had only achieved Core Formation a year ago. If all these powerful experts couldn’t handle the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon, what could he possibly do? Sure enough, the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon shot him a glance, its expression one of utter boredom, and simply spat.

SPLASH!

A jet of water shot out, piercing straight through Yu Yunfei. He was sent flying backward even faster than he’d charged. The Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon’s expression turned vicious, its body coiling to pounce, but it suddenly froze.

Just as Yu Yunko’s face was contorted with grief and rage, her expression froze.

The falling Yu Yunfei didn’t slam into the ground as expected. Instead, he struck an invisible wall, bounced off, and then hit the ground with the sickening crunch of dislocating bones.

Almost simultaneously, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

"CLANG!"

Amidst the melodious chiming of a bell, countless Talismans rose up around the island like rain reversing its fall, like a swarm of fireflies taking to the sky. The Talismans quickly interwove in midair, forming a gigantic barrier.

"ROAR—"

The Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon, incomparably vicious just a moment ago, let out a terrified scream at the sight of the barrier and tried to flee the island without a backward glance.

But it was stopped with a resounding THUD.

With a great ROAR and SPLASH of parting water, everyone looked up in astonishment. Where there had been nothing but empty sea, eight uniquely shaped islands had suddenly appeared. Though each island was different, they had one thing in common: they were all shrouded in innumerable Talismans.

"What is this?"

At that moment, a slowly awakening Lu Qinglian dazedly scanned one of the islands and exclaimed, "I’ve been there before..."

Chen Che’s gaze, however, was drawn to the island at the very center of the eight.

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