Invincible Divine Sword Chapter 2035: Discovering the Ghost Dragon Ancestor Dragon Body

While the assembly of masters was preoccupied with the formation diagram, a sudden and violent radiance erupted from the sheer cliffside.

This abrupt transformation of the precipice caught everyone off guard.

"Someone has already infiltrated the inner sanctum of the grand array! They are likely making their exit right now!"

"What? They breached the inner space of the grand array! It is possible they have already seized the legendary treasures of Three Suns Valley!"

The gathering was instantly thrown into a state of frenzy.

With greed shimmering in their eyes, the crowd stared intensely at the precipice, awaiting the appearance of Yang Xiaotian and his party.

The light emanating from the cliff face intensified further.

As the onlookers held their breath and began circulating their Holy Power, the spatial gateway swung open once more. Several figures surged out from the spatial passage of the precipice.

The individuals emerging were indeed Yang Xiaotian and his followers.

Upon seeing Yang Xiaotian and the others appear, the hundreds of experts present immediately fixed their sights on them.

A Young Sect Master among the group stepped forward, his gaze locked onto Yang Xiaotian as he demanded, "The rare treasure of Three Suns Valley—did you obtain it? Surrender it at once!"

"Otherwise, you shall die!"

As he finished speaking, his aura surged violently, and ripples of Sword Qi exploded around him. It was a clear warning that if Yang Xiaotian refused, he would be struck down instantly.

Other nearby experts also gripped their Divine Weapons, ready to attack at a moment's notice.

The moment Yang Xiaotian stepped out, he found himself surrounded by experts demanding the Three Suns Valley treasure. He surveyed the Young Sect Master and the gathered experts with a composed expression. "I did indeed obtain the rare treasure of Three Suns Valley, but are you certain you wish to fight for it?"

Inside his possession were three stalks of Four Hundred Million Year Divine Medicine, hundreds of Three Hundred Million Year Divine Medicine, and thousands of Two Hundred Million Year Divine Medicine—treasures that were truly extraordinary even for the Three Pure Continents.

The crowd was momentarily stunned by Yang Xiaotian’s blunt admission regarding the treasure.

They had expected him to at least try to deflect or argue.

However, did Yang Xiaotian truly believe he could keep it?!

"It is good that you confess!" The Young Sect Master glared at Yang Xiaotian with a freezing gaze. "Since you have no intention of surrendering it, then perish!" His entire reservoir of Sword Qi erupted, shooting toward Yang Xiaotian to erase him from existence.

This Young Sect Master had only reached the Saint King Seventh Layer, yet as he attacked, he summoned both his Holy Lotus and Holy Path, unleashing formidable combat strength.

Yet, as the Sword Qi tore through the air toward him, Yang Xiaotian didn't even feel the need to strike back. He simply triggered his Primordial Sword Body. The instant the Sword Qi made contact with him, it was violently reflected back at its source.

The Young Sect Master was thrown backward by his own power, slamming into the far mountain wall and coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

His surrounding Holy Lotus and Holy Path were shattered into fragments, and his armor was left riddled with jagged holes.

Shock filled the hearts of everyone present.

"The Primordial Sword Body!" A Supreme Elder from a nearby Sect stared at Yang Xiaotian, his expression shifting dramatically.

"What? The Primordial Sword Body!" Hearing those words, the horde of experts recoiled in terror, and even the injured Young Sect Master’s face turned pale with dread.

It was common knowledge that since the dawn of time, only one individual in the Three Pure Continents had ever mastered the Primordial Sword Body!

That person was the Hongmeng Saint Son of the Hongmeng Academy!

"The Hongmeng Saint Son!" A Sect Elder’s voice shook with pure fear as he looked upon Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian had leveled the Fog God Temple of Mist Continent and the Tianhe Sect. Even the massive Li Family of Feiyang Continent had met their end because of him. His standing in the Three Pure Continents was supreme, beyond the reach of any other.

Though he was not officially the ruler of the Three Pure Continents, his influence was no different from that of a sovereign.

Realizing that the youth before them was none other than the Hongmeng Saint Son Yang Xiaotian, the crowd was paralyzed by horror.

Many of the experts dropped to their knees immediately.

"Please show mercy, Your Highness the Saint Heir!" many shrieked in desperation, kowtowing repeatedly.

The Young Sect Master was so overwhelmed by the thought of Yang Xiaotian’s legendary ruthlessness that he felt as though he might lose control of his bladder.

Observing the terrified masses, Yang Xiaotian remained unfazed and said calmly, "Rise."

The group hesitated for a few breaths before finally finding the strength to stand up.

Yang Xiaotian shifted his gaze toward the Young Sect Master.

Under that stare, the Young Sect Master felt as if his soul was being pulled from his body, losing all sense of his surroundings.

However, Yang Xiaotian merely gave him a passing glance before departing with the Destroying Heaven Demon and his other companions, vanishing into the void.

Only after Yang Xiaotian had gone did the crowd exhale, feeling like they had narrowly escaped the clutches of death.

The Young Sect Master slumped to the ground, never having known such terror in his life.

Following their departure, Yang Xiaotian did not rush to absorb the three stalks of Four Hundred Million Year Divine Medicine. Instead, he and his team continued their quest for the Ghost Dragon Ancestor Dragon Body.

While the exact location of the Ghost Dragon Ancestor Dragon Body within the Dragon Stone Empire remained a mystery, the presence of the Ghost Dragon Ancestor Dragon Heart gave them confidence that they would eventually track it down.

The news of Yang Xiaotian’s arrival in Three Suns Valley rippled through the Dragon Stone Empire, causing a wave of unease that reached even the neighboring nations.

Yang Xiaotian moved through the lands like an emperor on an inspection tour.

Every power was on high alert, terrified of doing anything that might offend him.

A month later, Yang Xiaotian’s group had scouted the majority of the Dragon Stone Empire, yet the Ghost Dragon Ancestor Dragon Body remained hidden.

One day, they arrived at a realm blanketed in eternal snow.

Situated in the northern reaches of the Dragon Stone Empire, this was a Land of Extreme Cold where the snow fell perpetually and never melted, leaving the area nearly devoid of human life.

Historical records suggested this place was once the Black Sea, which had somehow transformed into this frozen wasteland where the seasons never changed.

Deep within this Ice Plain resided a massive swarm of terrifying primitive ice silkworms.

The silk produced by these creatures was both incredibly cold and resilient; once a victim was caught, escape was nearly impossible, and they would soon be turned into a frozen statue.

Consequently, almost no one dared to tread upon this Ice Plain.

These primitive ice silkworms would occasionally emerge from the depths to hunt, and any expert who wandered too far risked a certain death if they crossed paths with the swarm.

Even though his companions were all powerful experts, Yang Xiaotian warned them to maintain their vigilance.

Their ship glided slowly across the frozen expanse.

Shortly after entering the Ice Plain, Yang Xiaotian’s Ghost Dragon Ancestor Dragon Heart reacted to a familiar source of power.

This sensation filled Yang Xiaotian with excitement.

He looked toward the heart of the Ice Plain and commanded the ship to accelerate, telling his allies to prepare for an encounter.

The vessel cut through the massive drifts of snow, drawing closer to the center of the frozen waste.

As they reached the depths of the Ice Plain, a white wave appeared ahead that was distinct from the surrounding snow.

This white wave was a roaring, surging army of countless primitive ice silkworms. It was evident that the arrival of Yang Xiaotian’s group had provoked the swarm.

Seeing the approaching tide of ice silkworms, Yang Xiaotian was reminded of the Black Heart Poison Centipedes from the Ancient Cold Abyss.

The bone-chilling cold radiating from both creatures was remarkably similar.

While these primitive ice silkworms lacked the venom of the Black Heart Poison Centipedes, their speed and ferocity were every bit as lethal.