Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 638 - 636 Dark Dragon

Jiuyou City, the inferno ignited by the fiery eruption from the Fierce Sun Divine Tree Seed burned relentlessly for three whole days and nights, finally scorching every last stone statue to ashes, leaving the outer city free of threats.

Ning Daoran sat at the bow of the ship, carefully studying the Fierce Sun Divine Tree.

Although the Fierce Sun Divine Tree had borne new seeds, these seeds were fundamentally different from the one gifted by the Fire God’s Remnant Body. The seeds from the tree lacked any vitality within and couldn’t be planted again. All they contained was the concentrated fire of the Divine Soul, rendering them useful only as tools; growing a second Fierce Sun Divine Tree was now an impossible dream.

Upon reflection, this made perfect sense—such an unprecedented opportunity to ascend to greatness was naturally unrepeatable.

In the sky, following Ning Tianyi’s orders, many flying boats hovered for three consecutive days.

Only after the flames ahead completely settled did the fleet slowly begin advancing once more.

For the sake of Guiru City, Ning Tianyi was truly cautious to the extreme.

...

The Evil Crossing Immortal Boat pierced through lingering smoke and mist as Ning Daoran squinted his eyes, gazing toward what lay ahead.

Jiuyou City could never be this simple. Surely, there were greater troubles awaiting everyone deeper within. If it were this easy to resolve, Ning Tianyi’s ancestor wouldn’t have held such profound apprehension.

"Look ahead, there’s a Black Mountain!"

A cultivator shouted aloud.

Everyone turned to look, and sure enough, an enormous Black Mountain loomed before them.

Ning Daoran folded his arms as he sent forth his Nascent Soul Divine Sense to probe the mountain. Its surface was riddled with dense, honeycomb-like holes. When his Nascent Soul Divine Sense delved into the interior of the mountain, it was abruptly blocked by a mysterious power, yet he could faintly sense countless intricate and enigmatic signals emanating from within.

"Everyone!"

From above, Ning Tianyi’s voice resonated: "This Black Mountain is none other than the legendary Dark Dragon Nest. I’ve heard from the ancestor that the Dark Dragon Nest served as the breeding grounds for the Dragon Clan of Jiuyou City. It appears residual power still lingers within. From here, we on the Immortal Boat cannot compare. All Golden Core Late-Stage and Nascent Soul cultivators, follow me into the Dragon Nest!"

"Understood, City Lord Ning!"

Suddenly, figures began to depart from the Immortal Boat.

To subdue the Dark Dragon Nest, simply remaining aboard the Immortal Boat was futile. Everyone was bound to enter the labyrinth of densely-packed lairs to uncover their secrets.

"Let’s go."

Ning Daoran ascended gracefully, his azure robes fluttering, the Big Green Dragon firmly gripped in his hand.

True Monarch Liu Yun’s long skirt billowed as she followed him into flight.

Behind them, True Monarch Du’e soared upward and struck his palm, instantly storing the Evil Crossing Immortal Boat into his Storage Bag.

In the sky, countless cultivators swarmed toward the Dark Dragon Nest, soon descending upon its mountain-like structure. At that very instant, a tremendous earthquake erupted from the depths of the Dragon Nest.

"Hmm?"

Ning Daoran lowered the spearhead of the Big Green Dragon, his gaze calm as he fixed upon the sight before him.

From the obscured and cavernous openings, footsteps echoed eerily, and shortly thereafter, a group of black-clad figures emerged. Despite their human appearances—male and female, possessing varying features—their presences lacked any trace of human vitality. In truth, they were mere specters of those who had perished long ago, animated solely by the residual breath of the Nine Hells’ Emperor.

"You ignorant ants dare covet my Jiuyou City?!"

An elder from the black-clad group heavily struck his cane against the ground, his voice booming: "Do you truly think that Jiuyou City is a place where trash can roam freely?"

In the next moment, one middle-aged cultivator shot upwards into the air, splaying his fingers wide as he struck forcefully toward Ning Daoran!

"Roar~~~"

As his palm surged forth, a deafening dragon roar reverberated through the void, his attack morphing swiftly into a blood-red dragon claw that swept ferociously toward Ning Daoran’s face!

"Dragon Energy?"

Ning Daoran’s expression tightened. The power unleashed by this man was none other than Dragon Energy—and even more refined than the so-called True Dragon Treasure Technique he’d encountered in the past. It felt as though it was truly unleashed by a primordial Demon Dragon!

"Buzz!"

The Big Green Dragon exploded into motion, its spear-tip expanding to the size of a towering peak. With a colossal impact, a deafening "Peng" obliterated the middle-aged cultivator mid-air, leaving him as nothing but splattered blood.

Despite being in Golden Core Late Stage and channeling Dragon Energy, even such power was insufficient to withstand a single strike from the Big Green Dragon!

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The black-cloaked figures remaining in the caves were alarmed. One elder shouted, "These intruders are incredibly strong. Do not hold back—dragon transformation for all of you! Kill them to the last man!"

"Understood, ancestor!"

Instantly, a multitude of black-clad figures soared into the air, their forms convulsing violently.

Ning Daoran frowned deeply as he watched a young man’s head grotesquely shift into a half-human, half-dragon visage, his arm transforming into a dragon claw. Simultaneously, his power surged from Golden Core Late Stage to the level of Quasi-Nascent Soul!

From the labyrinthine depths of the Dark Dragon Nest’s countless lairs, innumerable black-clad figures, now "Quasi-Nascent Souls", burst forth, launching a vengeful assault on the human cultivators!

"Hell, you want to play dirty, huh?"

True Monarch Du’e unleashed his Treasure Umbrella, wildly slamming it everywhere in retaliation.

Ning Daoran ascended, drawing over a hundred half-dragon cultivators toward himself. With a furrowed brow, the Big Green Dragon spun wildly in his grasp, a cascade of brilliant Secret Skill light slashing through the air as he carved through enemies effortlessly!

True Monarch Liu Yun unleashed three Spiritual Treasure Level Flying Swords, engaging scores of opponents in a brutal melee.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators held firm amidst the battle—but given the sheer scope of the Dark Dragon Nest, chaos abounded, with black-clad adversaries flooding the skies.

"Do not panic!"

From above, Ning Tianyi swung his sword, signaling seven beams of sword light to slice through rows of black-clad figures, reducing them to nothingness. He then commanded in a resonant voice, "Returning Ruins Sword Formation, deploy!"

In an instant, figures descended from the Immortal Boat behind him.

These cultivators, predominantly Golden Core Middle to Late Stage, bore the distinctive attire of the City Lord Mansion and emanated Sword Intent. In moments, they grouped into formations of fifty, forging ten Returning Ruins Sword Formations that churned over the Dragon Nest.

"Oh?"

Ning Daoran glanced from afar in mild astonishment.

So many Golden Core sword cultivators, and quite a few individuals with first or second-grade Metal Spirit Roots among them. To witness so many cultivators united in training for Returning Ruins Sword Formation—no less forming a total of ten formations—was a testament to the deep reserves of Guiru City’s power.

Ning Tianyi appeared as nothing short of omnipotent, having assembled an elite army of sword cultivators answering solely to him—a force capable of rivaling even a sovereign nation!

This City Lord Ning, truly unfathomable in his hidden capabilities!

...

With the deployment of the ten Returning Ruins Sword Formations, victory over the Dark Dragon Nest was nearly assured. The sword formations swept through without resistance, obliterating black-clad figures in droves as blood splattered across the battlefield.

Although Ning Daoran, True Monarch Du’e, and True Monarch Liu Yun engaged in concentrated bouts, the Sword Formations emerged as the indisputable stars of the war.

Ning Daoran, however, remained indifferent. He had come to Jiuyou City not to show off but to test himself, seize fortuitous chances, and repay his dues to Guiru City after benefiting from its abundant resources.

The Immortal Path may prize individuality, but unchecked selfishness soon loses its appeal.

Thus, the battle raged for over another three hours.

Nearly the entire Dark Dragon Nest was drenched in blood; over seventy percent of the black-clad figures from the Dragon Nest had perished, while casualties amongst the human cultivators of Guiru City remained relatively low.

Thanks to the sweeping dominance of the ten Returning Ruins Sword Formations and Ning Tianyi’s top-down leadership, there was hardly any cause for concern.

"This doesn’t feel right..."

Casting his sword formation to kill enemies, Ning Daoran frowned. "Do you two fellow Daoists sense that this battle for the Dark Dragon Nest seems far too easy? Considering the difficulty typical of such high-level instances from Jiuyou City... it shouldn’t end like this."

"True enough."

While unfamiliar with "instance" or "typical difficulty" as terms, True Monarch Du’e nodded: "It feels unnervingly effortless. These black-clad figures did willingly surrender to Dragon Soul possession, transforming into half-dragon monstrosities, but to vanquish them so easily... it hardly lives up to the name Dark Dragon Nest."

"Indeed," True Monarch Liu Yun agreed.

"Dark Dragon Nest... Dark Dragon Nest..."

A sudden realization struck Ning Daoran’s chest. "Where is the dragon of the Dark Dragon Nest? We can’t seriously believe it’s just this band of ridiculous hybrids, can we?"

...

As though validating Ning Daoran’s suspicions, a potent surge of Dragon Energy erupted from the nest’s depths. At the same time, a plume of black vapor spewed from the Black Mountain’s peak, revealing a massive figure clawing its way out.

A Demon Dragon, its scales steeped in an ominous black hue, emerged, emanating a staggering Nascent Soul Peak aura, seemingly on the cusp of Divinity Transformation. Its piercing gaze swept over the battlefield, glaring at both the ten Sword Formations and the scattered human cultivators.

"What a worthless bunch..."

Eyes filled with disdain, the Demon Dragon surveyed the corpses strewn across the battlefield. "Not even fit to serve as Dragon Servants. If that’s the case, then return your Divine Souls to me!"

With that, it opened its gaping maw, and the souls of the fallen black-clad figures, shrieking and wailing, condensed into thousands of blood-colored threads in midair, only to be devoured by the Demon Dragon.

Instantly, its aura surged dramatically, nearing the threshold of Divinity Transformation!

"The Dark Dragon..."

Standing firm against the gales, Ning Tianyi gripped his long sword, his tone indifferent: "Jiuyou City’s ancient Guardian Beast."

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