Sect: Starting with Comprehending Thunder Skill Chapter 1496: Dragon Race Annihilated, Yunjing Returns to the Sect

Ming Lingchuan stood with his hands behind his back, smiling wordlessly.

The last ray of the setting sun on the horizon bathed him in light, making him seem like a celestial being.

The troops that had been withdrawn from “Wanghai City” returned and began repairing “Wanghai City” under the guidance of the Golden Core Realm Cultivators.

Meanwhile, the main Golden Core Realm Cultivators and Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators gathered around Ming Lingchuan after arranging their forces, awaiting orders from the Sect Leader Venerable.

“All troops heed the command, cooperate with the Demon Race to besiege the Dragon Race!”

Seeing the gathered troops, Ming Lingchuan immediately commanded, “The Ten Dragon Kings, tens of thousands of the Dragon Race, Flood Dragon Race, and their vassal powers are all hidden dangers that must be eliminated swiftly!”

“Yes!”

Li Yunjing, Yue Wuya, and other Nascent Soul Masters accepted the command and departed.

At this moment, the enthusiasm of the Nascent Soul Realm Masters was much higher.

Beating a drowning dog is a favorite activity of cultivators, especially when the dog in question is loaded with wealth!

The three top-tier Divinity Transformation Realm experts divided up the Dragon Race’s million-year treasures, but the Ten Dragon Kings, countless Dragon Race Cultivators, and even the Flood Dragon Race still held large amounts of wealth.

This wealth is right before them; cooperating with the Demon Race and Sea Race to sweep away the remaining Dragon Race can result in a windfall of fortune. Who would be less enthusiastic?

With Ming Lingchuan’s command, the “Shenxiao Dao Sect” members, along with a large number of “Great Ming Cultivation Realm” cultivators, united with the Demon Race and Sea Race, launching a full-scale siege against the Dragon Race.

When the “Shenxiao Dao Sect” deployed, three of the Ten Dragon Kings had already fallen, but the remaining seven Dragon Kings scattered and fled with their remaining forces.

However, the entire South Sea had long been sealed off; countless cultivators flew on flying ships and warships, forming grand arrays to block the sea region.

Numerous Sea Race members also blocked underwater routes; in the sky, vast flocks of birds constantly circled, searching for any dragons that might appear.

With the death of the Dragon Emperor, the Dragon Race’s influence dwindled.

They wanted to escape, but unfortunately, no party was willing to give them this chance.

Li Yunjing, aboard the “Celestial Patrol Ship,” with his Divine Sense covering over sixty miles, coldly said, “The dragon bloodline is unique; even in transformation and stealth, it cannot escape the detection of the ‘Thousand-Mile Tracking Mirror’!”

He raised a hand and sacrificed an ancient mirror; the mirror’s light swept across the sea, and in an instant, in a seabed canyon a hundred miles away, an old flood dragon disguised as a reef was revealed in its true form, letting out a tragic howl as it was surrounded and slaughtered by “Shenxiao Dao Sect” cultivators.

Yue Wuya led former “Wuya Sect” disciples deep into the South Sea to intercept the “Profound Ice Dragon King”.

This Dragon King excelled in cold ice Divine Techniques, roared furiously, and instantly froze a thousand-mile sea region, sending countless ice cones like a storm towards the army of cultivators.

“Mere cold ice dares to act fierce?”

Yue Wuya sneered, flicking his sleeve to reveal a crimson long saber; its saber light was like a fiery sun, grinding the massive glacier to dust with one slash!

The Profound Ice Dragon King had its horn severed, and its blood dyed the deep sea red, eventually being jointly killed by the cultivators, its dragon corpse falling into the abyss.

The Flood Dragon Race vassals of the Dragon Race, seeing the situation was hopeless, unanimously turned coat, hunting dragons actively to seek merit from the allied forces.

A Nascent Soul Realm “Black Water Flood Dragon King” even personally tore apart an injured Dragon King and offered the dragon head to the Demon Race and Sea Race for reward.

The siege on “Wanghai City” lasted over half a month, while the massacre of the Dragon Race took one month.

The entire South Sea was filled with smoke; under such comprehensive sieves, the number of the Dragon Race dwindled—either betrayed or surrendered by their affiliated powers.

Finally, the last remaining “Golden Scale Dragon King” led the last squad of dragon death warriors and completely vanished, hiding their tracks.

A month and a half later, not a trace of the Dragon Race remained in the South Sea.

The Shenxiao Dao Sect, Demon Race, and Sea Race divided the Dragon Race’s remaining wealth, each exceedingly delighted.

And those dead cultivators and demon beasts?

Aside from their closest kin and friends, who would remember them?

During these two months, Li Yunjing also reaped plenty of benefits, nearly filling his “Purple Gold Gourd”.

The repair of “Wanghai City” is not a task completed overnight; after Ming Lingchuan briefed Master Profound Gold on the subsequent matters, he took the two Supreme Elders, Li Yunjing, and Yue Wuya aboard the “Shenxiao Battleship” and returned to the “Shenxiao Dao Sect”.

As the “Shenxiao Battleship” broke through the clouds and mist, the majestic mountain gate gradually came into view, Li Yunjing stood on the deck, gazing at the distant cloud-shrouded peaks, with a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Finally back!”

Through nine years of battles and skirmishes in the East Sea and South Sea, living life and death experiences, returning to his sect now felt as if an eternity had passed.

The mountain was still the same mountain, the clouds still the same clouds, but at this moment, they appeared even more intimate than before.

“How come, you went out once and learned to reminisce?”

Ming Lingchuan stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at him, and asked softly.

“Sect Leader Venerable, you don’t know how tough my days outside were!”

Li Yunjing laughed heartily, saying, “Now I’m home, naturally my mood is excellent!”

While beside him, Yue Wuya gazed at the boundless “Shenxiao Mountain Range,” eyes showing a trace of complexity.

Within his gaze, there was astonishment at the power of the “Shenxiao Dao Sect” and an unease from transforming from founding master of a sect to a Supreme Elder of the “Shenxiao Dao Sect.”

Li Yunjing noticed Yue Wuya’s expression, smiled, patting his shoulder, saying, “Fellow Daoist Yue, how come, returning to the sect, you’re nervous instead? That’s not like you!”

“When I left the East Sea, I was a founding master of a sect, but now I return as only a Supreme Elder under the ‘Shenxiao Dao Sect’.”