Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 786 - 399: Fate’s Hint, Awakening the Ancient Wood Dragon (Part 2)

The sheer peril of this operation was far beyond his initial expectations.

A single misstep could have plunged him into a fatal trap.

This was truly a narrow path of survival, a precarious road where no mistakes could be tolerated.

Any error would have led to the inevitable collapse of the entire plan.

Naturally, Jiang Fan would never have dared to choose this course if not for the guidance of his destiny hints.

Had the Fortune-Telling Talisman not undergone its evolution, he likely would have avoided the Wood Dragon Secret Realm entirely rather than risk facing such overwhelming odds.

With these thoughts in mind, Jiang Fan cast aside all hesitation.

He produced the Demon-Vibrating Bell from his person.

Immediately, his immense Primordial Magical Power surged into the artifact, igniting the countless dark gold runes upon its surface until they resembled radiant, grand arrays.

Dong~~ Dong~~ Dong~~

The Demon-Vibrating Bell began to vibrate violently, unleashing a terrifying sonic shockwave that rippled across a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers.

The destructive force of these sound waves was so immense that even the void itself began to distort.

It was clear that after reaching the fifth-layer Nascent Soul stage, Jiang Fan could now draw forth significantly more of the Demon-Vibrating Bell’s true potential.

"What is happening?"

"Enemies! We are under attack!"

"How can this be? Who would dare attack us within the Wood Dragon Secret Realm?"

In an instant, the many demons dwelling within the Wood Dragon Palace were jolted from their slumber.

They felt a massive, looming threat approaching from the distance.

They attempted to shout warnings or send out distress signals, but time had already run out.

Boom~~

In a heartbeat, the devastating Demon-Vanquishing Power collided with every demon within the ten-thousand-kilometer range.

Despite the naturally resilient and powerful physiques of the demon race, they were helpless against this onslaught.

They could not endure the frequency of the sound waves; their bodies shattered like fragile glass in a split second.

Even their very souls were wiped out in that moment of impact.

"Exhilarating, truly exhilarating!"

"This is exactly how a battle should be fought."

"There is no point in talking to these demons; just kill them all."

"Eradicate them entirely, leave not a single soul alive!"

The Demon-Vibrating Bell roared with laughter, radiating a sense of deep satisfaction.

It could sense that every demon within the palace had been extinguished.

Furthermore, their deaths had been instantaneous.

Most of these creatures likely turned to ash without ever identifying their executioner.

The ground was now carpeted with a dense layer of demon remains, a sight enough to make anyone feel uneasy.

Jiang Fan, however, understood that this was not the moment to collect his spoils.

The true threats—those Tier Five demons—were the real targets.

Eliminating these subordinates was merely a tactic to buy time.

The Tier Five demons would surely sense the disturbance and realize what had occurred very soon.

If he lingered for even a second, those powerful entities would descend upon him immediately.

Swoosh!

Moving without delay, Jiang Fan vanished into the inner sanctum of the palace.

Utilizing the technique of Shrinking Earth into Inches, he bypassed several palace halls in a single stride.

"Is this where the remnant soul of the Ancient True Spirit Wooden Dragon is kept?"

Jiang Fan pondered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

He had reached a garden located at the absolute center of the palace depths.

A colossal tree stood before him.

It resembled a majestic tower of wood, its peak piercing through the clouds.

The trunk spanned over ten meters in width, covered in gray-brown bark that was etched with deep, ravine-like cracks. These patterns naturally formed the shape of a vivid dragon totem. The scales of the coiling dragon were sharply defined, and its whiskers seemed to flutter in the wind as if a potent Long Wei was resting there. Moss covered the ancient bark, giving off a dark green sheen that blended with the dragon patterns to create an air of ancient mystery.

The canopy reached into the heavens, its branches stretching out like giant dragon claws, while a flow of spiritual light pulsed between the layers of emerald leaves.

Falling leaves shimmered with a peculiar golden aura at their edges, carrying the faint scent of a True Spirit. Within a hollow in the trunk, a light mist ebbed and flowed, appearing and vanishing like a ghost.

There was no doubt—the remnant soul of the Ancient True Spirit Wooden Dragon was hidden inside this very tree.

Boom~~

Without a second thought, Jiang Fan began to expend his accumulated Luck Points in massive quantities.

One hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million, two million...

By the time he finished, a staggering three million Luck Points had been consumed.

This massive sum of Luck Points transformed into a mysterious, primal energy that flowed directly into the Wooden Dragon tree.

Jiang Fan suddenly felt the presence of the Wooden Dragon deep within the wood, radiating an aura that was ancient, eternal, and divine, as if an old god had returned.

However, it was merely a fragment of a soul, its ethereal form riddled with countless scars.

It looked as though it had been hacked into pieces by a thousand blades.

Many of its dragon scales were shattered or missing.

The damage it had sustained was clearly beyond imagination.

Had the Wooden Dragon not possessed the miraculous power of an immortal bloodline, it would have perished long ago.

Yet, as the surge of mysterious energy poured in, the fractured soul began to mend itself.

The jagged wounds covering its body started to close and heal.

Most importantly, Jiang Fan felt a soul contract take hold, linking their destinies so tightly it felt as if they shared the same essence.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the Wooden Dragon was jolted awake by this influx of power.

The tree erupted in a brilliant emerald light, and ancient dragon runes began to dance across its surface.

A Wooden Dragon manifested from the tree's core, its massive form extending thousands of feet into the air.

Its head was as large as a boulder, wide and imposing, exuding an aura of absolute majesty. Its forehead was raised like a small peak, with leaf-vein patterns stretching down to its nose, glowing with a mystical green light.

Its eyes were deep and unfathomable, containing golden irises that sparkled like stars, reflecting eons of wisdom and a divine authority that seemed to see through all secrets of the world.

Small scales surrounded its eyes like finely set jewels, shimmering with vibrant hues under the light.

From its head grew a pair of thick, gnarled horns that looked like ancient branches, scarred by time. These horns were a deep brown, matching the tree's bark, but their tips glowed with a sacred golden light that demanded reverence.

An incredible dragon aura surged through the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, causing the entire Secret Realm to shudder.

A low, vibrating hum filled the air.

It felt like a massive earthquake was tearing through the world.

Meanwhile, near the entrance of the Wooden Dragon Secret Realm, the expressions of the Tier Five demons shifted violently.

"Is that... the aura of the Ancient True Spirit Wooden Dragon?!"

"That's impossible! It was nothing more than a fading remnant soul! How could it possibly be resurrected?"

"We confirmed it many times; that dragon had no hope of returning. What is happening?"

The Tier Five demons were struck with disbelief.

They had stood watch over the Wood Dragon Palace specifically to ensure the soul could never revive.

With the Secret Realm open and the meddlesome Five Poison Flood Dragon gone, they had finally seen a chance to escape this place.

Yet, before they could even depart, they felt the overwhelming pressure of the dragon’s rebirth.

It felt as though a great catastrophe was about to fall upon them.

"Curse it! The guards at the Wood Dragon Palace have all been slaughtered. Someone snuck in and wiped them out without a sound!"

"It must be that intruder! They must have helped the Ancient True Spirit Wooden Dragon achieve resurrection."

"Find them! Whoever did this must be torn to shreds!"

The demons were consumed by a mixture of panic and rage.

Their centuries of careful planning had been undone in an instant.

All their schemes had been ruined by a shadow they hadn't even seen.

The fury burning within them was like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

They wanted nothing more than to dismember the mysterious enemy responsible.

"Do not panic! It is just a half-dead dragon, it is nothing to fear."

"Exactly. Even if it has woken up, it is no match for us."

"Since it has opened its eyes, we will simply put it back into its grave."

"This might actually be the perfect chance to finish the Wooden Dragon once and for all."

The group of Tier Five demons radiated a murderous intent.

They realized there was no longer a path for retreat.

To survive, they had to fight.

It was now a matter of who would die first: the dragon or themselves.

There was no middle ground, and they were determined not to be the ones who fell.