Chapter 814: Chapter 646: Ancestor King For a time, Baili An’s thoughts turned chaotic like a runaway horse. He watched in speechless shock at the figure beneath the dragon’s eye—not tall, yet effortlessly majestic. For reasons unknown, beneath his chest, that once lifeless heart pounded as if touched by a divine insight, exceptionally vigorous! In that moment, he seemed to see a force not of this world, a true… power. The Netherworld Dragon lifted its head from the eternal void of the long night, its invisible breath like great rivers. In the night sky, thunder roared, rain descended, but at this moment, the heavens in this world rested not above the stars but beneath that man’s feet. Rain reversed, pouring upwards, grand in its momentum, connecting the heavens and the earth, the rain curtain hanging like an upside-down heavenly river; each seemingly insignificant raindrop actually as vast as mountains and rivers. In convergence, they swept forth a celestial might, its terror indescribable, the entire Star River became restless and flickering, fragile and trembling. The vast Star River quickly engulfed in extreme cold, as if the surrounding air might freeze. Amidst the grand spectacle of thunderous rain, the man standing in the elusive void did not lower his gaze. He raised his arm lightly, his palm dismissively tapping the void, making a sound like war drums that resonated throughout the entire void realm. Under a single palm, the frozen sea of clouds instantly boiled like Karma Fire, crimson clouds surged. Cloud fluff tore apart, starlight chaotic. A splendid cloud fire of golden crimson gathered in thousands, the man paused without change of expression, hence the heavy cloud sea of fire from the Star River cascaded downwards, the fierce fire drenched Four Seas, meeting that rain curtain in the sky. An exceedingly magnificent battle, which should have been heart-shaking, the form of the Netherworld Dragon swimming through clouds bathing in rain also appeared exceptionally grand, yet the man remained calm, even somewhat leisurely. He perfectly demonstrated to Baili An what true, overwhelming absolute strength is. The dragon’s roar shook the Nine Heavens for ten thousand miles, seemingly extreme in its anger, black Dragon Horns pierced clouds and rain, even directly punched a huge hole in the void, fiercely charging at the man. His garment flapping without stirring a fragment of cloud, one hand behind the back, the other leisurely raised, palm outward in reach. Faced with the mighty Netherworld Dragon, he seemed like a fisherman teasing an earthworm in the spring rain, grasped the Dragon Horn effortlessly. The Netherworld Dragon roared in anger, attempting to open its mouth, yet the man stood as firm as a mountain, unmoving, the dragon struggled to pry open its upper jaw, managing only to open its lower jaw with difficulty. The dragon’s lungs emitted a sound like a volcanic eruption, boiling magma Fire spewed forth. The man neither dodged nor flinched, allowing the dragon’s fire to wash over his body, the ground behind him remained completely unmarred. The Netherworld Dragon’s breath finally ran out, the dragon fire gradually extinguished, yet the man’s attire remained unscathed, his eyes windswept, appearing somewhat indifferent and distant. The Netherworld Dragon’s immense empty eyes trembled, as the fire faded and the wind cleared, only then did it realize that the hand grasping its Dragon Horn hadn’t actually touched it. A mere illusionary grip, yet a near-breaking pain radiated from the horn! One could only wonder, if this fist had closed for real, what terrifying destructive force would it unleash. The man exhaled gently, whispering four words: “Unscathed, Unperished.” The four sounds settled, and the man stood with arms behind, taking a single step forward, just one step, exuding the dominance of walking the path alone. The dragon body extending thousands of miles like a mountain was effortlessly lifted by him, sending it arcing through the vast void like a long whip, the massive form creating a thundering resonance. The man raised his hand to the heavens, spoke deeply: “Rise of the Mountain!” In the endless void of flowing clouds, mountains and hills rose from nothingness. Mighty mountains were no mere illusion or Dharma Form but a true mountain-sea hidden realm, commanding the world, came as beckoned. The overturned Netherworld Dragon crashed heavily into the mountains, shattering mountains and stones, with scales falling as large as sweeping heaps. Dragon Blood scattered amidst the starlight, the Netherworld Dragon howled continuously, wildly twisting and thrashing. This immensely terrifying Dragon Clan, an existence above ordinary, yet in this seemingly unremarkable man’s hands, appeared like a plaything, casually tossed around. The dark Dragon Horns stirred with lightning torrents, finally tearing a slight notch in the man’s sleeve. His brow raised lightly, yet no emotion graced his face. He released the dragon’s horn, silently raised his arm into a fist, the posture graceful and carefree, yet carrying an undeniable, peerless domineering aura. A punch fell, shattering the draconic lightning-thunder Dragon Horn in one blow. The Netherworld Dragon in rage, bent to rise, but another punch struck down, deeply denting its head, the skull cracking, while a weightless and incorporeal Dragon Soul was forcefully expelled from the massive dragon body. The true body of the Netherworld Dragon’s eyes dimmed instantly, each branched whisker powerless and drooping, only the soul expelled from the body continued its furious roar, its entirety wrapped in endless thin threads of energy clinging desperately to its body, struggling to force its way back. The man, as if seeing nothing, ignored it, focusing solely on his punching. Punch following punch without pause. The Netherworld Dragon’s furious roars gradually turned to fear and grievance, as the unending fists landed, the expelled Dragon Soul was driven deeper into the skies and earth, forced further down. Until his flesh and soul were completely severed from their own vital energy, the man spoke again in a calm voice, “River fall!” The clouds surged like a vast iceberg, transforming into rain, pouring down in torrents, dispersing to the four corners, forming the majesty of a great river. Clearly, it was a weightless Dragon Soul falling into the river, yet this river resembled the legendary Ruishui River—unable to bear a feather’s weight. No matter how the Dragon Soul tried to overturn rain and clouds, it could not stir a single ripple in the water, only to be deeply devoured by the river. The man’s gaze slanted downward, his hand raised in a virtual grasp as his words carried power: “Freeze style!” The river frozen into ice, the Dragon Soul was thus trapped within. The soulless dragon body was gently tapped by the man’s raised hand on another Dragon Horn, and the Netherworld Dragon’s body accompanied the starlight. With a gust of wind, the fallen petals brushed the air, and in the blink of an eye, only a gleaming Dragon Bone remained, drifting in the void. The world returned to deep silence and tranquility, as the man lightly waved his grand sleeves, and the Star River flowed down forming a bridge. He sat upon it, arms drawn in, as the ice river transformed into pearls, lying in his palm, swirling around. Baili An stood there stiffly, seemingly in shock, unable to snap out of it for a long time. The Netherworld Dragon in the Demon World was a being of a master level, probably capable of battle against the serpent in the world behind the Bronze Gate. The emperor’s steed, the Nether’s bearer, even the old Demon Lord could only suppress it without killing. But this man, from beginning to end, appeared entirely ordinary, without a trace of Taoist Technique or Divine Skills, yet easily, like picking flowers or fruits, he collected such an ominous entity within the Six Realms into his palm! Baili An raised his head with difficulty, his gaze falling upon the Star Bridge, with a bright moon hanging in the sky. The man presented an irresistible aura. Before him, it seemed that all beings in the Six Realms were as insignificant as dust. The lifted head felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if raising it to look directly at him was an unallowable act of great disrespect. It’s often said that those who’ve faced death become extraordinarily resilient. Baili An not only had a resilient fate but also an exceptionally stubborn temperament. Gritting his teeth, with tightly furrowed brows, his neck bones creaked as he stared intensely at the unattainable man, saying, “Who are you?” The man did not intentionally create a superior atmosphere or cold gaze, but still evoked a sense of overwhelming distance. His eyes, seemingly capable of piercing one’s heart, calmly glided, responding faintly, “I already gave you the answer.” Baili An was taken aback, recalling the name this man had reported to him. This truly was a dark humor. Baili An’s gaze became exceedingly bizarre; judging solely by appearance, he couldn’t reconcile this ordinary-looking man with the god-like progenitor Jiang Chen. This profoundly unfamiliar and distant word rolled within Baili An’s hollow heart like a wind rising on a flat surface, brushing past, finally falling silent, without leaving a ripple. The man before him, rather than a father, more aptly seemed his creator. Baili An remained silent for a long time, his fingertips chilled by the wind, as he looked at the man, his throat shifting for a while, yet unable to utter father. Everything came too suddenly and too foreign; ultimately, it led him only to a courteous and respectful four-word title: “Jiang Chen, my lord.” The man slightly squinted, his robes and long hair swirling without wind, his eye color and hair color quietly undergoing a drastic change. Scarlet pupils, silver-white strands akin to snow bathed in star glow, that seemingly ordinary middle-aged face transformed to extraordinary beauty, like an utterly perfect Heavenly God. And his age appeared even more ancient and weathered. The deep and distant Star Sea, towering and magnificent, dazzling and captivating. His silver brows furrowed slightly due to Baili An’s slightly disrespectful title, he spoke lightly and coldly: “Kneel.” The words were faint yet carried the weight of a mountain. Baili An’s body sank, the earth and mountains immediately appearing beneath his feet, an unparalleled weight pressing down upon his shoulders. The command to kneel was irrefutable, and disobedience seemed akin to defying the heavens, as the laws descended upon him, leaving him breathless. Baili An grunted, a trail of crimson blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His bent legs stepped forward heavily, the ground quaking beneath him, as he struggled to stabilize, stubborn like bamboo, once again standing tall. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novèlfire.net Once more lifting his head, gazing far toward Jiang Chen, under the terrifying pressure, he did not kneel. Jiang Chen’s brow relaxed slightly, and this time, his gaze towards Baili An revealed a faint, almost imperceptible satisfaction: “You are the second descendant in hundreds of thousands of years to not kneel obeying the heavenly mandate.” Baili An wiped away the blood from his lips, saying: “Then the person before me must have been Si Li sister.” Regarding Si Li, Jiang Chen offered unreserved praise: “Indeed, she is excellent.”