Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

The old man’s voice was still hoarse, but it no longer had the frailness of impending decay from before.

His voice resounded in the main hall, seemingly resonating with the entire building. The enormous statue of the Dragon Monarch at this moment was like awakening from a deep slumber, exerting its imposing aura unreservedly towards the outside world.

The Maine Coon cat was seething with fury, its ferocious tiger-like body manifested, but even so, it was incapable of withstanding the mighty pressure and was forcibly toppled to the ground.

Bai Xue on the Maine Coon cat seemed not to feel anything, but after seeing the Maine Coon cat’s appearance, she was first taken aback, and then rolled off from the Maine Coon cat, putting on an extremely agonized look and sticking out her tongue while lying on the ground.

Within the main hall, only Shen Yuan and the old man remained standing.

With a calm glance, Shen Yuan gazed at the old man before him. His false primordial spirit in the spiritual platform was controlling the Earth Fiend Sword Art Seed of Divine Power, using the method of Primordial Spirit Sword Control to turn divinity into the sword which obliterated all the suppressive forces heading towards him.

With the advancement of the Earth Fiend Sword Art into the First Peek Basic Access stage, any regular suppressions or spirit soul attacks that couldn’t break through the Earth Fiend Sword Art would be utterly ignored by Shen Yuan.

“Who are you?”

Shen Yuan asked the old man his question.

Shen Yuan’s easygoing attitude greatly exceeded the old man’s expectations. After slight hesitation, the old man responded with a deep gaze.

“I am the village head of Yunmeng Village, Yu Changliu, and also the temple priest of the Yunmeng Dragon Monarch Temple.”

“Seeing that your powers are extraordinary, I think it hasn’t been easy for you to cultivate to this state. The Spirit Energy Tidal Surge has just returned, and with your talents, you have hopes of reaching the Great Dao. Taking risks with your life is not a wise move.”

Shen Yuan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly: “What do you mean by that?”

Shen Yuan’s response darkened Yu Changliu’s face even more, and a fierce aura emerged from his stooping body.

“Since you were able to bring a monster tribe member to Yunmeng Village, why do you pretend to be ignorant?

The Dragon Monarch’s affairs are the internal matters of the Aquatic Tribe. Neither the Human Clan nor the Monster Tribe has the qualification to intervene!”

Shen Yuan was puzzled by such remarks and it was clear that the current village head of Yunmeng had misunderstood something.

“My visit to Yunmeng Village is merely to see the legendary Dragon Lord’s Temple and to explore the history of Yunmeng Swampland. I have no intention of interfering in the affairs of the Dragon Monarch.”

Yu Changliu became enraged upon hearing this.

“Even a three-year-old child would not believe such a lie. It seems that you must have a reliance. If that’s the case, there’s no need for any explanation!”

As soon as the words fell, fine scales on Yu Changliu’s forehead began to quickly spread. His palms started to grow sharp claws, and a long tail extended from the separation of his spine.

The human form he maintained was mostly gone, replaced by a half-human half-dragon-like creature.

The aura from his body surprisingly elevated from an ordinary elderly man to the Peak Stage of Qi Transformation.

Under the pressure of the Dragon Monarch’s statue, even the Maine Coon cat, who was also at Qi Transformation Stage and mastered the Bronze Head Iron Arm Divine Skill, wouldn’t stand a chance.

A gust of wind blew past, and for a moment, Yu Changliu disappeared beneath the statue of the Dragon Monarch. His half-human and half-dragon body seemed to blend into the wind and rushed towards Shen Yuan at an indiscernible speed.

Sharp claws brought with them murderous intent fueled by fury. As demonic power circulated, a burst of blood-colored light appeared.

“Clang!”

The blood-colored light halted abruptly. Amid the sound of metal clashing, a rusty Bronze Ancient Sword blocked the claws of Yu Changliu.

Commanding the Darkness-Light Sword effortlessly to fend off the hit, Shen Yuan, while looking at the close Yu Changliu, said nonchalantly:

“I think there might be some misunderstanding about this matter.”

Ignoring Shen Yuan’s words, Yu Changliu’s other claw descended again, heading straight for Shen Yuan’s vital points, accompanied by the howl of a tearing wind.

Shen Yuan finally furrowed his brows slightly.

“Even a clay doll has some dignity. You’re overestimating yourself.”

The next moment, a white light appeared, and the Darkness-Light Sword disappeared from Yu Changliu’s sight.

Overwhelming fear suddenly surged in Yu Changliu’s heart, and the claw that had aimed at Shen Yuan’s vital points fell off at the wrist without warning, leaving a clean cut that didn’t even time to bleed.

Yu Changliu barely had time to comprehend what had happened when the white light reappeared in front of him. The rust-covered scabbard transformed into an incredibly sharp sword, easily piercing his Scale Armor.

All spells, divine skills, and talents had no room to play under this extraordinarily swift sword.

Yu Changliu could even feel that there were no fluctuations of mana on this flying sword, only unimaginable speed and an indestructible sharpness.

But, this was more than enough for a flying sword.

His half-dragon body was thrown into the air, ruining the table laden with offerings, with the Darkness-Light Sword piercing through his chest and pinning him down beneath the statue of the Dragon Sovereign.

Blood spurted out from Yu Changliu’s mouth, and his severed claw fell to the ground powerlessly.

This had happened too fast, it felt like a surreal dream to Yu Changliu.

At that moment, Yu Changliu realized that Shen Yuan, with such power, could not have been a subordinate of that loach.

“Could he really have come to visit the Dragon Lord Temple?”

However, the extreme pain in his body made it impossible for him to think, and his body pierced by the Bronze Ancient Sword showed no signs of recovery.

Shen Yuan severely wounded Yu Changliu with a single sword strike, but his face remained undisturbed.

Even though he was inferior to Yu Changliu in terms of cultivation stage, he had already caught a glimpse of the basic principles of Earth Fiend Sword Art.

It would be strange if the Earthly Destroyer Divine Power, which would ordinarily require the Divinity Transformation Realm to cultivate, couldn’t seriously injure a half-monster at the Qi Transformation Stage.

Shen Yuan was about to ask for more details about what Yu Changliu had said earlier, but his Primordial Spirit in the Spiritual Platform suddenly trembled, and an inexplicable sense of oppression swept his body.

With a thought, the Darkness-Light Sword turned into a stream of light and flew back into Shen Yuan’s hand.

Shen Yuan raised his Darkness-Light Sword with his right hand, pointing it at the huge statue of the Dragon Sovereign. The clear sound of the sword humming seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.

In this Dragon Lord Main Hall, the flames on the candles flickered unnaturally and then silently extinguished.

Outside under the night sky, the cold moonlight rained down on Yunmeng Village, and the hidden Emperor’s Flowing Sap surged towards the Dragon Lord Temple like a tide.

When a ray of moonlight entered the dim main hall, the surroundings began uncannily to transform.

The narrow Dragon Lord Temple turned into a magnificent palace. Weapon- wielding military generals with cruel faces materialized, their towering figures guarding the great hall.

In the center of the great hall, numerous Water Gods, each holding a deity seal, sat in a solemn grandeur, with an aura of incense and fire spreading around them.

The ground shook as a gigantic turtle carrying the palace moved forward slowly. This palace was unexpectedly built on the back of a giant turtle.

All these images centered around the Dragon Sovereign sitting on the throne in the middle of the palace. He had a dragon head and a human body.

Black and gold imperial robes, sky-blue eyes, almost identical to the statue of the Dragon Lord that Shen Yuan had seen in the temple.

This was the Lord of the Yunmeng Swampland, the Yunmeng Dragon Monarch who ranked above the Four Waterways.

The Dragon Sovereign on the throne opened and closed his mouth, his gaze looking down on Shen Yuan, who appeared like an ant from his perspective. His majestic voice echoed through the water domain.

“If you harm the Dragon Palace guards, you must know… wait, who are you exactly?”