Chapter 100 The Nine Nether Dragon Devouring Formation is Activated

Mu Yu blinked.

can't read.

But she knew that if the number that was jumping decreased, it wouldn't be a good thing.

Just like the golden melon seeds she hid were secretly taken away!

The little girl immediately puffed out her cheeks and put her hands on her hips in a huff.

"There's a bad guy!"

"They're stealing our things!"

Deep within an inconspicuous mansion in the capital city.

This is the most secretive of Sikong Ming's many properties; even his most trusted subordinates are unaware of its existence.

In the dimly lit secret room, only a few eerie green lamps were lit, casting ghostly shadows on the walls.

The air was filled with a strange, nauseating stench, a mixture of blood, decay, and some kind of spice.

In the center of the secret chamber, an altar measuring three feet square was built using an unknown black ore.

On the altar lay a lifelike human skull crafted from gold.

Sikong Ming, or rather, the Second Prince Chu Xuanji, has completely changed his previous image as a gentle and refined young master of a noble family.

He wore a long black robe embroidered with dark red scorpion patterns, and his face appeared cold and pale in the dim green light.

His eyes no longer held any pretense of gentleness, only an uncontrollable ambition and resentment.

"Imperial Preceptor, are you sure this 'Nine Nether Dragon Devouring Formation' can truly devour all the dragon energy of the Chu family?"

He stared at the golden skull, his voice tinged with impatience.

Opposite him stood a man also dressed in a black robe, but whose face was completely covered by a hood.

That person was none other than Ling Lan, the Imperial Preceptor whom Chu Chongjin and others believed had already fled the capital.

"Your Highness, please show me the most basic respect for my professional abilities."

Linglan's laughter came from under the hood, hoarse and sharp, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"I have studied this formation for thirty years; it is not a simple matter of devouring."

He stretched out a withered, claw-like hand and gently stroked the top of the golden skull.

"It is... transformation."

“Drag the pure Yang energy of the dragon high above into the earth and merge it with the Yin and evil Earthly Fiend energy to refine it into a brand new power that belongs only to you and obeys only you—'Nether Dragon Energy'.”

"At that time, you will be the new ruler of this land. The so-called true dragon's mandate is nothing but a joke."

Linglan's tone was full of mockery and disdain for the word "fate".

He was once a favorite of destiny.

As a koi fish from the same clan as Mu Yu, he was once the most promising genius in the clan to leap over the dragon gate.

But he was unwilling to wait.

He was unwilling to serve as a slave to the so-called emperor of the mortal world, waiting for that illusory day of "the dragon's aura at its peak".

He wants to take a shortcut!

Why should the fate of a koi fish be tied to the fate of the human race?

He wants to take control of his own power!

So he betrayed the Koi Clan and turned to studying the forbidden evil arts that were considered taboo during the rise and fall of dynasties in the human world.

He discovered that the national destiny and the dragon's energy were not indestructible.

When a dynasty's fate is nearing its end and its dragon energy is waning, the evil energy from beneath the earth will seize the opportunity to invade.

He can artificially accelerate this process.

What he wanted was not to use the momentum to become a dragon.

Instead... it's a dragon devourer!

Devour the dragon vein that protects the Great Chu, seize its immense power, and cultivate into an unprecedented "Fierce Dragon"!

And Sikong Ming was the perfect pawn he had chosen.

A prince who was also not favored by "fate" and was also full of resentment and ambition.

"The aura of the Nether Dragon..." Sikong Ming muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with greed.

He was not born the emperor's preferred heir, simply because his mother came from a humble background.

He had the title of prince but not the status of heir apparent, and even the "dragon aura" was too stingy to grant him a single drop.

Why should that idiot Chu Chongyun be allowed to become the crown prince?

Why is it that Chu Chongjin, that young brat, can win the Emperor's favor?

Based on their laughable "dragon aura"?

Since Heaven won't give it to me, I'll take it myself!

“However, after the failed assassination attempt last time, my father has become suspicious of me,” Sikong Ming said, frowning.

"It's alright." Ling Lan smiled dismissively. "A mere assassin doesn't prove anything. Besides, everyone's attention is currently focused on that little girl named Mu Yu."

"Koi..." When Mu Yu was mentioned, Sikong Ming's eyes became even colder.

This little thing ruined his plans time and time again.

"She's just a little koi fish that hasn't fully awakened yet. No matter how strong her luck is, it's just minor trouble." Ling Lan's tone was full of contempt. "How many people can she save, how many disasters can she avert? Can she really protect the earth's veins across this vast land?"

"Once this formation is activated, it will spread silently from the depths of the capital like a malignant tumor. Unless she can turn the entire capital upside down, she will not be able to find anything."

This is precisely where Linglan's confidence lies.

Koi fish are known for their ability to bring good fortune and ward off evil.

There is simply no way to deal with this kind of insidious formation that is hidden underground and slowly erodes like a plague.

By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late.

"When shall we begin?" Sikong Ming couldn't wait any longer.

"Now."

Linglan pressed her withered fingers into the eye sockets of the golden skull.

哢哒.

The sound of the mechanism being activated rang out.

Countless blood-red lines suddenly lit up in the cracks between the black ore on the floor of the entire secret chamber.

These patterns, like a giant, barbed spiderweb, instantly covered the entire ground and exuded a chilling, sinister aura.

Linglan took out a black porcelain bottle from her bosom and uncorked it.

A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted over.

He slowly poured the viscous liquid from the bottle into the empty eye sockets of the golden skull.

"They take resentment as bait and slaughter as food."

"The Nine Netherworlds heed the summons, the dragon's aura returns to nothingness!"

He recited the dry and difficult incantation.

In the eye sockets of the golden skull, the viscous blood seemed to come alive, swirling and boiling, eventually transforming into two tiny blood-red vortexes.

The crimson spiderwebs on the ground shone brightly!

Meanwhile, deep beneath the capital city, nine hidden nodes in different locations, unknown to anyone, simultaneously lit up with the same bloody light.

The bottom of a dry well.

Beneath the stage of an abandoned opera house.

Deep in the cellar of a century-old shop...

The nine array points were connected to the main array platform in Sikong Ming's secret chamber through an invisible energy flow.

An invisible, gigantic net, capable of swallowing up the nation's destiny, is quietly unfolding beneath everyone's feet.

Like a ferocious beast that has been starving for a thousand years, it began to greedily, inch by inch, gnaw at the very foundation of this ancient capital.

The night was deep and all was quiet.

High above the palace, the dazzling golden sea of ​​national fortune clouds, invisible to the naked eye, had a faint, almost imperceptible hint of rust appearing at its edges.