Ch. 1281 - Primordial Dragon Tomb

Xu Zimo and Wu Zhaodi exchanged a glance, and together with Shu Long, the three of them jumped down into the tomb.

Shu Long wasn’t particularly strong and clearly terrified, but to his credit, he still followed them despite his fear.

“Is the Primordial Dragon’s inheritance really that powerful?” Xu Zimo asked.

He wasn’t interested in the inheritance itself but rather in whether the Primordial Dragon could fulfill the second page of his Beast Compendium.

“Very powerful,” Shu Long replied. “It’s said that whoever obtains the Primordial Dragon’s inheritance gains the qualification to enter the Dragon Race. But that’s just what I’ve heard, I can’t say for sure if it’s true.”

Xu Zimo nodded slightly. The three of them continued to fall, cold wind howling around them as a mighty draconic aura spread throughout the air.

When they finally landed, they found themselves before a sealed tomb gate.

Below them stretched an endless ocean.

“This place connects to the Vast Sea?” someone exclaimed.

Everyone knew that Sun-Sword County bordered the Vast Sea, indeed, the entire Dragon God Imperium was built upon lands surrounded by that great ocean.

But none had expected that the ground beneath their very feet was actually floating above those same waters.

They all held their breath as they descended; though submerged, it didn’t hinder cultivators of their level.

“Long’er, what are you doing down here?” Shu Hai’s voice came sharply, he had spotted his son.

He had only brought the elders and Shu Hu with him this time; everyone else had been ordered to stay behind.

After all, the struggle for inheritance was a battle of life and death, no one would hold back. Should they fall, at least the Shu Heavenly Clan would retain a bloodline.

“I just came to join the fun with my friends,” Shu Long said quickly.

“Nonsense! Get back up at once,” Shu Hai scolded.

“It’s too late for that,” Qi Kuangyin said with a faint smile. “Hasn’t Lord Shu noticed yet?”

At those words, Shu Hai frowned and began to sense his surroundings carefully. Only then did he realize something was wrong. The sea around them seemed calm, but when anyone tried to ascend, the waters emitted a terrifying suppressive force that pinned them down.

Once inside, the only way forward was ahead, there was no turning back.

Shu Hai sighed heavily, his face dark.

“Since things are as they are,” Gongsun Muyu of the Drunken Red Dust Inn said softly, “I suggest we all proceed together for now. Let’s not fight amongst ourselves, there are likely many dangers ahead. When we reach the true inheritance, we can compete as we see fit.”

“I agree,” Shu Hai said immediately.

“Agree? With you?” one of the bandit brothers snorted. “This inheritance belongs to us and no one else!”

Without further hesitation, the two bandits stormed ahead toward the great door.

The massive gate loomed before them, half submerged in shimmering blue water that grew purer and deeper in color the closer it came to the door.

At the center of the gate coiled a blue sea dragon. Its presence radiated immense might; its visage fierce and divine, making it hard for anyone to meet its gaze.

Its two eyes resembled a pair of dragon pearls, smooth, translucent, and seemingly containing their own boundless worlds.

The elder bandit placed both hands on the door and pushed with all his might. Veins bulged along his arms and forehead, his body trembling, but the door didn’t move an inch.

“Let me try,” his younger brother said, joining in.

Yet even together, their combined strength had no effect. Both men were soon drenched in sweat.

“You two should save your strength,” Shu Hai said calmly. “Look at the inscription beside the door.”

They stopped and turned. On the side panel, a line of glowing characters had appeared.

“Of the Five Elements, what is missing, Water.”

“Water?” Qi Kuangyin frowned. “Does it refer to the Water Primal Dao or Water Nomological Truth?”

He turned to the crowd and called out, “Who among you cultivates water-attribute techniques?”

Everyone looked at one another in confusion.

Gongsun Muyu, however, stepped forward and said, “Water doesn’t necessarily mean cultivation water.”

“Oh? What does the Mistress think it means?” Shu Hai asked curiously.

“Look around,” she said softly. “We’re surrounded by endless seawater, how could this place possibly lack water?”

Her words made many furrow their brows in thought.

She stood still, her light blue dress blending with the ocean around her as though she herself were part of it.

Soft bubbling sounds rose as countless bubbles began to appear around her body, forming a dense sphere of shimmering water.

Then, with a muffled pop, all the bubbles burst at once, transforming into a translucent blue aura that surrounded her like liquid light.

Protected by that luminous veil, Gongsun Muyu walked forward step by step, and to everyone’s astonishment, she passed straight through the sealed gate as if it weren’t even there.

The crowd stared in disbelief.

“I see,” Wu Zhaodi murmured to Xu Zimo. “This tomb must contain trials. The outer gate is the first test, one of comprehension. Whoever can grasp the essence of water can pass through.”

She closed her eyes and began meditating, trying to comprehend it herself.

But Xu Zimo shook his head. “No need to trouble yourself.”

With a flick of his wrist, three shimmering blue barriers appeared, descending to envelop himself, Wu Zhaodi, and Shu Long.

“This…” Wu Zhaodi’s face remained composed, but inwardly she was shocked beyond words.

“You cultivate a water-element technique?” she asked, her only possible explanation.

Xu Zimo merely smiled and said nothing.

Under the envious gazes of everyone around, the three of them stepped easily through the gate.

Inside, the scene changed again. Ahead stretched rows of small boats, each floating gently on the waves.

Every person was permitted only a single vessel.

But the sea beneath them was no longer the serene blue of before, it had turned a sickly white, churning with bubbles and foam.

“What do we do now?” Shu Long asked nervously.

“Just get on a boat,” Xu Zimo said calmly. “I’ll protect you.”

Such trials held no interest or challenge for him; he merely wanted to see the Primordial Dragon itself.

Trusting him completely, Shu Long stepped onto one of the boats.

The moment he did, the vessel shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Xu Zimo followed closely behind, while Wu Zhaodi, capable of defending herself, managed her own path.

As soon as they entered the white sea, the waters began to churn violently.

Faint dragon roars echoed through the mist, and Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

There were no true dragons here, only lesser flood dragons lurking beneath the surface.

In an instant, several of them emerged, massive bodies coiling as they charged toward the boats with crushing force.

Towering waves rose, threatening to capsize everything.

Xu Zimo frowned again, clearly impatient. He wasn’t interested in wasting time.

Primal Dao of Space and Time surged from his hand.

With a single boom, the force exploded outward, freezing everything in place.

Every flood dragon, every raging wave, instantly turned still as statues.

In that moment, the entire world became motionless.

Aside from the three of them, nothing else moved.

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