I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2543: 1147: Return to the East Continent

The juvenile Flood Dragon trembled involuntarily as the grim scene unfolded before it.

It stood not alone in its terror; countless Rank-4 True Spirits and demonic beasts dwelling within the Mysterious Flood Dragon Royal Court were consumed by the same paralyzing dread.

Through the swirling, potent aura of rage, a bone-deep frost took hold, accompanied by an inescapable sense of doom.

“Your Majesty…”

Beside the small creature stood a turtle-like demonic beast, its frame frail and marked by the heavy toll of immense age. It gazed upon the sundered remains of the old Flood Dragon, unable to process the sheer scale of the tragedy.

Having matured alongside the ancient dragon within the gilded confines of the Dragon Palace, this creature—though only of Rank-4 cultivation—possessed a long-lived lineage that had weathered the turbulent eras of the Five Continents and Four Seas across the Tianhe Realm.

In its perception, the old Flood Dragon stood on the precipice of ascension; its demise had seemed impossible.

Even if it were to fall, surely it would not happen in a place as hallowed as the Mysterious Sea.

Yet, the brutal reality forced upon them confirmed that within this vast domain, no impossibility stood firm against the blade.

“The old Flood Dragon dared to violate the sovereignty of my Eastern Continent, and today, it has been rightfully executed. I advise you all to maintain your composure and never venture beyond the gates of the Dragon Palace, lest you invite the merciless edge of my sword.”

Chen Mobai examined the massive protective formation of the Dragon Palace, his Heaven Comprehension Earth Spirit revealing that its foundation lay within the Sea Eye. To shatter such a barrier would require might sufficient to subdue the entirety of the Mysterious Sea.

Even a Nascent Soul Cultivator would find such a feat beyond their reach.

Furthermore, because Chen Mobai’s Void Evasion Technique had yet to reach the sixth rank, he could not venture inside the heart of the palace. Even if the capability existed, his cautious nature dictated he avoid such a trap, lest he be unable to retreat.

During antiquity, the most common fate for those who drew the ire of the Tianhe Realm was to be cast into the depths of the Sea Eye.

Whether a Divinity Transformation master or a mere Nascent Soul, entry into the Sea Eye guaranteed a one-way trip to oblivion.

A man as calculating as Chen Mobai would never willingly step into a formation fueled by such forbidden power.

Nevertheless, with the old Flood Dragon eradicated, the majority of the Mysterious Sea—outside of the Sea Eye’s influence—now fell under the control of the Five Elements Sect. Should Chen Mobai manage to establish the Sky Curtain Ground Network Formation, he might harness the power of the Sea Eye itself, rendering the inhabitants of the Dragon Palace little more than fish trapped in a barrel.

After delivering his warning to the Mysterious Flood Dragon Royal Court, Chen Mobai lingered briefly, waiting to see if any beasts possessed the foolhardy courage to seek vengeance.

He felt a measure of disappointment when no one emerged; he had hoped the young Flood Dragon might succumb to a fit of vengeful madness.

It appeared, however, that the denizens of the Tianhe Realm prioritized self-preservation above all else.

With a faint shake of his head, Chen Mobai stood atop the bifurcated corpse of the old Flood Dragon, riding the turbulence of the winds and waves back toward the Eastern Continent.

“If I fail to avenge this, I am no dragon!”

The moment Chen Mobai vanished from the horizon above the palace, the small Flood Dragon, having stifled its emotions for far too long, finally buckled. With a thunderous roar, it decimated its own throne.

The palace shook violently as, within moments, the entire structure began to crumble under the weight of the creature’s uncontrolled agony.

Yet, even in its blinding fury, the juvenile dragon refrained from charging out of the sanctuary. It meticulously clamped down on its True Spirit Power, preventing the surge of energy from creating tidal waves that might summon the “Killing God” of the Eastern Continent back to its doorstep.

It was at this precise moment that the denizens of the Mysterious Sea finally understood why those who fled the Desolate Sea whispered the moniker “Killing God” whenever they mentioned the Sect Master of the Five Elements Sect.

Had they known the truth earlier, they never would have dared to set foot on land to provoke such a monster.

The young Flood Dragon was now consumed by nothing but the bitterest regret.

Their clan had maintained dominion over the Mysterious Sea for eons, living in relative tranquility as long as they avoided the likes of the Qianqiu Pen and Ink Forest or the Taixu MiaoMiao Palace in the Central State Holy Land.

They had foolishly chosen to wage war against the Righteous Path of the human race.

“The Emperor has been slain. I humbly urge Your Highness to notify our ancestors in the Upper Realm…”

Observing the young dragon finally stabilize its emotions, the Minister Turtle issued a soft, raspy cough, bringing a critical matter to its attention.

“Yes, of course, I must report this. My father and I only attempted to submerge the Eastern Continent acting on decrees from the Upper Realm…”

With this, the little Flood Dragon stifled its grief and retreated toward the deepest, most concealed chambers of the Dragon Palace.

…

Chen Mobai traversed the Mysterious Sea atop the corpse of the ancient beast; his mere presence terrified any demonic beast that caught a glimpse of their former monarch’s remains.

Many beasts were already fervently discussing plans to migrate.

The neighboring Desolate Sea was already firmly within the hunting grounds of the Five Elements Sect, rendering it an impossible sanctuary, which left only the distant reaches of the Earth Sea as a viable option.

Despite the immense distance, numerous Rank-4 demonic beasts, shattered by the sight of their overlord’s gruesome end, resolved to flee rather than exist as neighbors to the Five Elements Sect.

Those who could not abandon their ancestral home in the Mysterious Sea retreated as far as possible, desperate to put space between themselves and the Eastern Continent.

Amidst this atmosphere of systemic terror, Chen Mobai felt a momentary, intoxicating rush of dominance.

However, he quickly recalibrated his mindset.

He was nowhere near the point of mindless indulgence in power; he remained keenly aware that far more formidable forces existed in the world.

Soon, the shores of the Eastern Continent materialized on the horizon.

He adjusted his attire, splashed some of the old dragon’s essence blood across his Fire Spirit Robe to simulate a brutal conflict, and stabilized the corpse at his feet before riding the winds toward the Yi Coast.

Wandering Mountain.

Dustless True Monarch was engaged in a match of wits with Da Kong True Monarch. With these two figures standing guard, the old dragon had never managed to gain an edge, eventually ceasing its incursions entirely.

After all, the tactics employed by these two were far more insidious than a direct confrontation with Chen Mobai.

Da Kong True Monarch’s void arts were notoriously unpredictable, leaving the old dragon vulnerable even when it brandished the Sea Suppressing Bead for defense.

“Wait, the old dragon’s aura…”

Dustless True Monarch, in the middle of placing a white stone, noticed a familiar intensity rippling from the sea and narrowed his eyes.

“Let us intercept it. We cannot have it stirring up tidal waves and ruining the defensive formations we’ve worked so tirelessly to build on the coast.”

Da Kong True Monarch, realizing he was on the verge of losing the match, idly dropped a black piece, stood up, and prepared to soar away from Wandering Mountain.

“Something is inconsistent. Why is the old dragon’s influence so erratic and fragmented, spilling across the heavens!”

Dustless True Monarch faltered, his brow furrowing as he scanned the horizon toward the sky and sea.

A dark speck moved into their range of vision, trailed by the suffocating aura of the dragon. But unlike the previous times, while the energy still spanned the skies, it lacked the depth of the ocean depths—it was no longer a vast, star-like river of stable, terrifying power.

It possessed the dragon’s scent, but entirely lacked the divine presence of the sea!

Da Kong True Monarch quickly utilized his void divination to scan the distant situation.

He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as a wave of absolute shock washed over him!

Noticing his companion's reaction, Dustless True Monarch disregarded the politics of the Mysterious Sea; he surged his divine sense outward to inspect the anomaly.

A moment later, he beheld Chen Mobai standing triumphantly upon the head of the old dragon.

“It has been a long time, seniors!”

Chen Mobai, sensing the scrutiny of their divine awareness and the shift in the void, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture toward their position.

In a flicker of silver light, Da Kong True Monarch and Dustless True Monarch arrived beside Chen Mobai, staring in disbelief at the lifeless, ancient titan beneath him.

“Friend, you… this…”

Da Kong True Monarch stuttered. Despite his centuries of experience, he could not fathom how Chen Mobai had managed to execute the old dragon.

“Thanks to you seniors keeping it occupied, I was honorably able to complete the ascension level of the Primordial Clock.”

“Having been pushed around by this mud eel for ten years, every thought only added to my fury. Upon reaching my peak strength, I charged straight into the Dragon Palace to settle the account.”

“After a grueling duel, I finally struck it down.”

Chen Mobai explained with modest brevity, neatly summarizing the impetus and outcome of the decisive clash.

As for the gritty details, they were entirely secondary.

Upon hearing his confirmation, both Dustless and Da Kong were left even more dumbstruck.

“Friend, did you truly slay the monster within the very heart of the Dragon Palace, deep in the Mysterious Sea?”

If the battle had occurred on solid earth, they might have understood Chen Mobai leveraging the Primordial Clock’s ability to dampen the Five Elements.

But to execute this in the Mysterious Sea, while the creature wielded the Sea Suppressing Bead—a supreme sixth-rank treasure—in a head-to-head magic duel? With their combined millennia of wisdom, the feat defied all logic.

“It is a fact. It is only regrettable that the true spirit flood dragons of the Royal Court are such cowards. There is not a drop of valor in their blood. Even as I executed their patriarch before their eyes, not one dared to seek retribution. I had hoped to cull a few more to insulate the Eastern Continent’s Righteous Path from future threats…”

Chen Mobai lamented with genuine regret, leaving Dustless and Da Kong to exchange confused, speechless glances.

“Friend, did you perhaps borrow the Primordial Water Control Banner?”

Dustless posited, weighing his question with extreme care.

“Not at all. I do not even have acquaintances within the Sky Sea Jellyfish Palace. I simply utilized the Primordial Clock to suppress its Sea Suppressing Bead, then finished the beast off with my flying swords and divine skills—putting an end to a millennium of menace in a fair duel.”

Aware that these Holy Land sects maintained secret, back-channel communications with the Upper Realm, Chen Mobai firmly distanced his methods from the Jellyfish Palace.

“It appears we drastically underestimated the power of the treasures and divine skills bequeathed by Yi Yuan True Monarch!”

Failing to find a natural explanation, Dustless could only attribute this impossible victory to the legacy of the Yi Yuan Dao Scripture and the Primordial Clock.

After all, prior to his ascension, the ancestor had used the Primordial Dao Fruit to impose order upon the Five Elements across the world, forging a legend that still endured.

Although Yi Yuan True Monarch had not directly waged war on the Mysterious Flood Dragon Royal Court, they could only rationalize the event through that historical lens.

“The legacy of the ancestor played an indelible part in securing this victory.”

Chen Mobai nodded gravely in agreement.

He then retrieved a fragment of a deep red crystal from his storage pouch and handed it directly to Dustless True Monarch.

“The old dragon was remarkably resilient. Even after its defeat, most of its life essence was lost to the sea; I was only able to gather these few shards. However, I believe it should suffice to refine a furnace of Communicating Holy Spirit Pills.”