Chapter 23 The Roar of the Pureblood Five-Clawed Black Dragons

“The real spectacle is only just beginning.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine pureblood five-clawed black dragons in the sky simultaneously opened their mouths. Endless spiritual energy from the heavens and earth surged toward them like a tidal wave, pouring into the mouths of the nine dragons.

And then—

“ROAR!!!!”

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering dragon roar erupted from the mouths of the nine five-clawed black dragons, as if it were about to tear open a hole in the sky itself. A powerful sonic shockwave rumbled forward.

One roar shook mountains and rivers!

It was like a colossal heavenly hammer, slamming down hard on the heart of every adventurer.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!…”

It looked like dumplings falling from the sky—every adventurer was blasted away by the soundwave and violently crashed to the ground.

“Such a terrifying dragon roar.”

“Heavens, even my soul feels like it’s about to shatter.”

“Too terrifying. As expected of the legendary true dragons—beings no mortal should dare offend.”

“To witness a true dragon’s roar in this lifetime… I can die without regrets.”

“It’s so overwhelming. I really want to know what kind of peerless being is buried inside that bronze coffin.”

…

A group of adventurers crashed to the ground, their faces filled with even greater shock and awe. This was a real, tangible attack!

Just a single dragon roar from tens of thousands of meters up in the sky had knocked countless cultivators off their feet. Such power could only belong to a legendary True Dragon.

“Received +11 Shock Points from Zhao Feng.”

“Received +13 Shock Points from Zhang Qi.”

“Received +238 Shock Points from Xiao Yueying.”

“Received +999 Shock Points from Yan Fei.”

“Received +66 Shock Points from Xiao Ding.”

“Received from Sun Lei…”

“……”

……

Ling Chen beamed with joy as another massive wave of shock points rolled in. In less than ten seconds, his shock point balance had soared to a terrifying five million!

Back then, he wouldn’t have even dared to dream of such a thing. He felt a thrilling rush, like becoming rich overnight.

“Huh? Where did the five-clawed black dragon go?”

“It’s really gone! Did it vanish into the void?”

“That must be it. It’s said that powerhouses at the Void God Realm can briefly traverse the void.”

“Sigh… I fear I may never again witness such a spectacle in this lifetime.”

……

The closure of the Black Dragon Secret Realm stirred up another wave of commotion. The sudden appearance—and just as sudden disappearance—of the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin left behind far too many mysteries.

Fortunately, the spectacle left a trace: the drifting black sand that had scattered down. Many people had picked some up. Even though they didn’t know its purpose, they treated it like a precious treasure. This wave alone brought Ling Chen hundreds of thousands of Shock Points.

At this moment, Ling Chen deeply regretted not having bought a B-grade secret realm. If he had, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin would’ve hovered in the sky for longer, and he could’ve earned even more Shock Points.

Then again, a B-grade secret realm cost 300,000 Shock Points—something he simply couldn’t afford at the time. Still, earning nearly six million Shock Points from this wave was already a great success.

Moreover, the Black Dragon Secret Realm hadn’t lost its value. Ling Chen stored it away and could release it again anytime, just like today. Of course, he wasn’t planning to do that again so soon.

After all, maintaining a sense of mystery was important. If a “divine sign” kept appearing in front of people, it would eventually lose its mystique. As the crowd in the market gradually dispersed, Ling Chen hummed a little tune and headed back toward the inn.

The gains from the Black Dragon Secret Realm weren’t over yet. Those citizens who had witnessed the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin would surely go home and brag about it.

More or less, some people would believe them—and bring Ling Chen another wave of Shock Points. Most importantly, the black sand that had fallen from the bronze coffin…

Among the three great market districts, at least a few hundred people had picked some up. Some were bound to notice the ancient age of the sand and start linking it to the Mythical Era. That was when the real earthquake would hit.

——

Xiao Yueying’s expression was solemn as she dismissed all the Xiao family elders, leaving only Xiao Ding behind.

“Yueying, why do you look so serious?”

Xiao Ding asked in confusion.

Xiao Yueying said, “Father, you saw that ‘Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin’ phenomenon too. Do you have any thoughts on it?”

Xiao Ding replied, “What thoughts could I have? That bronze coffin must hold the remains of a world-shaking powerhouse. To dare use nine five-clawed black dragon corpses to pull the coffin—none of the sects in the Eastern Wasteland could manage such a feat. It might even come from the mysterious Central State.”

“It’s not that simple,”

Xiao Yueying shook her head.

“Even those supreme holy lands in the Central State, which trace their lineages back to the ancient era, wouldn’t be able to create such a grand display. Those nine five-clawed black dragons—any one of them could probably crush an ancient emperor.”

Xiao Ding frowned at her words.

“Then what are you suggesting?”

Xiao Yueying spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.

“These nine five-clawed black dragons and the bronze coffin likely come from… the Mythical Era.”

“The Mythical Era? No! That’s impossible! What proof do you have?”

Xiao Ding immediately refuted her.

He was a firm non-believer, convinced the Mythical Era had long vanished and would never return. In contrast, there were people like Uncle Liang, who believed deeply in its greatness and that one day it would reappear in the mortal world.

Now that Xiao Yueying was telling him the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin came from the Mythical Era, it was shaking the foundation of his beliefs.

“The proof is this.”

Xiao Yueying opened her palm. In her fair hand lay a collection of black sand grains.

“These black grains drifted down from the surface of the bronze coffin. They are clumps of dust fused together over countless complex climatic changes. By studying their composition, we can roughly estimate the age of the bronze coffin,” Xiao Yueying said calmly.

Xiao Ding couldn’t help but swallow nervously and asked in a trembling voice, “How old are they?”

“The dust that makes up these black grains comes from different eras. The oldest among them can be traced back to over five hundred thousand years ago!” Xiao Yueying answered with certainty.

This was the result of an analysis personally conducted by Yan Fei—there was no doubt about its accuracy.