Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1879 - 1128: South Sea Demon Court, Dragon Emperor and Dragon Girl

Yu Qingyi’s Core Formation also had its advantages. Firstly, her cultivation was not inferior and was comparable to most cultivators at the Peak of Foundation Establishment. Secondly, she excelled in Wood Attribute, and her Divine Soul cultivation had never slackened, meaning in terms of constitution, mana, and Divine Soul, only her mana was slightly lacking.

Finally, the Jie Dan Spirit Objects that Yang Zhenshan prepared for her were plentiful, including Vitality Spring, Top-grade Demon Yuan Pill, Thunder Tribulation Pill, Tongming Pill, Spirit Pine Mushroom, Nine-striped Bodhi Seed; all the Jie Dan Spirit Objects that could be used were well prepared by Yang Zhenshan for her.

It was precisely because of this that Yu Qingyi did not immediately consume the Nine Tripod Divine Pill, but planned to rely on her cultivation to form a core first.

The difficulty of Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists forming a core was slightly greater, the main challenge being that her internal mana was not pure, mixed with the True Yuan of the Martial Artist, so the first step in forming a core was to remove those True Yuan.

The process of Core Formation was intricate and complex, and Yu Qingyi did not rush, patiently expelling the last remnants of True Yuan from her body, then slowly accumulating mana to elevate her state to the optimum.

As days passed by, Yu Qingyi remained tranquil within the secluded chamber, while Yang Zhenshan patiently waited in the Longevity Hall.

During the time that Yu Qingyi was forming a core, the situation outside also began to slowly change.

Initially, the major forces maintained a strange state of peace, but as time passed, nothing happened with Heavenly Constitution Road or any other situations, causing the major forces to grow restless.

The struggle for power cannot wait; the longer they wait, the more likely they are to miss opportunities.

Waiting for a few years is within reason for them, but for them to wait indefinitely is clearly impossible.

Furthermore, not all forces would fear Heavenly Constitution Road, such as the South Sea Demon Court and Beihai Demon Court. These two considerable demon courts are located in the deep sea and use the ocean as a barrier, even if the Heavenly Canon Daoist Master enters the deep sea, they cannot claim to subdue them.

Moreover, the Demon Clan has always been arrogant and self-important; they believe themselves to be heirs of Ancient Times, possessing the bloodline of Divine Beasts, so how would they be willing to submit beneath the Taoist Master?

Thus, after a period of strange tranquility, the first to take action was the South Sea Demon Court.

Under deep sea depths of a thousand feet, there resided a grand and opulent palace. The palace was built upon thousand-year-old cold crystal, its entire body glowing like Glaze, reflecting the surrounding blue waves into a kaleidoscope of colors, like a jade lamp hanging in the deep sea.

The palace gates were inlaid with alabaster, carved with twin chi heads clutching Luminous Pearls, the pearls emitting light that penetrated the water, illuminating the pathway before the hall as bright as daylight. The pathway was paved with red coral, flanked by crystal pillars wrapped with Silver Threaded Spirit Fish, darting back and forth like shuttles.

The main hall’s dome appeared as an inverted ice wheel, adorned with stars-like pearls. Inside the hall, jade goblets adorned the tables, seats covered with shark silk. Shell curtains hung from the walls, rustling like shattered jade under the swishing of hidden currents. Ancient Scale patterns carved on the hall pillars, moving with the reflected shadows of water, like a vision of bygone water clan patrols.

Occasionally, a rainbow-hued jellyfish drifted near the hall windows, blending with the crystal light, hiding within the hall’s serene luminescence a millennia of deep-sea elegance and majesty, free from the clamor of the mortal world, with only gentle water patterns rippling.

The primary seat inside the hall was based on Ink Crystal, sculpted with wave patterns, the wave peaks adorned with red coral. The armrests extended like shark fins, the crystal surface reflecting the streaming lights from the dome, appearing both solemn and majestic.

Seated on this luxurious chair was a stunningly beautiful woman. She wore an indigo shark silk gown, embroidered with silver thread dragon patterns, the subtle glow of scales and claws visible with each breath; a semi-transparent cicada-winged gauze draped over her, with traces of white foam adorned upon the crests of waves as the wind stirred the gauze.

Her hair was styled in a coiled dragon topknot, embedded with three South Sea Night Pearls, their light illuminating her temples; a vermillion mark between her brows, two faint golden dragon scales affixed beside it, bordered by thin silver chains like silken hair, with tiny pearls dangling at their ends. Behind her ears lay semi-transparent dragon horns, wrapped in pale azure coral branches, wherein nestled a jade-colored spirit butterfly, scattering starlight-like luminescence with each wingbeat.

Her pupils were like the deep sea, a profound blue, carrying three parts majesty and seven parts agility with her every glance.

She was the Demon Emperor Dragon Girl of the South Sea Demon Court, and she also held another identity, being the only true dragon in the Wanhua Domain.

Upon transforming into her dragon form, she reached a length of a hundred zhang, coiling like ink-colored lightning, her back covered with rugged dragon ridges, each Scale Armor forged like thousand-year-old Mystical Iron, with dark Purple Gold patterns skirting the edges. As the Scale Armor opened and closed, the dragon aura leaked out, condensing into swirling clouds and mist, touchable as if immersed in warm jade.

The dragon’s head was broad, its eyes deep as abysses hiding sun and moon, and when opened, golden light pierced through the clouds. Around her wound azure and scarlet dragon auras, where the azure aura passed, dead wood sprouted new buds, where the scarlet aura burned, clouds turned into brilliant brocade. When still, she could quell the Shanhe, when in motion, she could call the wind and rain.

It was said that among the Water Clan, there were many dragon types, but the only one daring to call themselves a true dragon was none other than the Demon Emperor Dragon Girl.

At this moment, she sat on the Ink Crystal Chair, her brows slightly furrowed, her deep eyes gazing out at the murky sea water beyond the window.

The Demon Court Dragon Palace resided in the deep sea, the entire Dragon Palace was shrouded in serene luminescence, transparent and clear, yet looking out from within the palace revealed an expanse of murkiness, absent of sun, moon, or stars, void of heaven’s canopy or clouds, only an expanse of silent gloom.

"Pay respects to the Dragon Emperor!"

A man clad in black Scale Armor entered the hall, bowing reverently to the Dragon Girl upon the primary seat.

"At ease!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The man stood up but kept his head lowered. His visage was peculiar, with a protruding forehead bearing a single horn, protruding eyes, two long whiskers between his nose and mouth, and an exceptionally large mouth, looking grotesquely ugly.

"What is it?" the Dragon Girl asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the matters regarding Heavenly Constitution Road have been investigated and the results are in!" the man replied.