My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 491: The Man Emerging from the Dragon’s Head

"For years, I've been studying formations under the headmaster. Only his formations produce such stable and gentle spiritual light—something even the Demon Realm's masters can't achieve," a disciple of the Lanyan Royal School remarked with confidence.

"The Sigil of Mountain and River was blocked by the headmaster's formation power. The headmaster is indeed safe, and not only that, but he's up to something big!" another disciple added joyfully.

"Everyone, let's not appear too pleased. We should maintain a serious expression to avoid drawing attention from other forces," someone cautioned, though their grin betrayed their excitement.

"Stop pretending! You've been smiling the whole time. It's obvious to anyone paying attention, so you're going to be blamed!" another voice teased.

Among the Lanyan Royal School disciples, the mood was buoyant, their earlier anxiety replaced by joy and excitement.

Meanwhile, the Beast Clan Divine Realm elder, frustrated by the ineffectiveness of the Sigil of Mountain and River, was growing increasingly agitated. Just as things seemed dire for them, a Divine Realm elder from the Fire Clan arrived to assist.

"Old friend, it seems your Sigil of Mountain and River isn't working. Let me give you a hand!"

At that moment, the Fire Clan's divine realm elder entered the battlefield.

While he called out "friend" aloud, a flicker of hostility flashed in his eyes. The Beast Clan's Sigil of Mountain and River had inflicted a serious injury on him; though it had more to do with the Nine-Winged Dragon than the Beast Clan elder, he harbored resentment toward him all the same.

"Fierce Flame Order!"

The Fire Clan elder unleashed the same technique Lu Bei had once used, yet the power he summoned was on a completely different level. A massive Fierce Flame Token appeared, radiating the primal force of fire, so intense it seemed to set even the surrounding space ablaze. The searing heat spread out without restraint.

The Beast Clan elder, already exhausted, found himself forced back under the tremendous force of the primal flames.

Noticing this, the Fire Clan elder felt a trace of satisfaction. Normally, he would not be able to force his rival back, but now he had managed it. Even if it wasn't a head-on defeat, he could boast about it for years to come.

Besides, with the Nine-Winged Dragon right before him, whether subdued or slain, it would yield an array of treasures that could greatly elevate his standing in the Fire Clan.

The dragon's soul and body could be used to forge powerful artifacts, while its blood and flesh were precious materials, especially if refined into medicinal pills, potentially aiding divine realm cultivators to break through stagnant realms.

How could he resist such temptation? If he succeeded, it would also redeem the Fire Clan's poor showing in this year's Great Competition of All Clans.

But just as the Fire Clan elder was preparing to strike, the divine realm elders from various other clans joined the fray as though they had made a silent pact.

"My old friend, don't worry, I'm here to help you!"

"I'm here to lend a hand as well!"

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A group of divine realm elders arrived in unison, all declaring they were there to assist the Beast Clan elder. Yet, each elder activated their technique to push him back, mirroring exactly what the Fire Clan elder had done.

The Beast Clan elder's face paled in anger.

These shameless old fogies had no sense of dignity left!

"Thunder Tower!"

"Nine Nether Ghost Eye!"

"Heavenward Gate!"

Each divine realm master from the various factions unleashed their unique powers, creating a kaleidoscope of primal forces converging above the Nine-Winged Dragon, a dazzling display of incredible might.

Meanwhile, inside the dragon's body was an entirely different scene. Having long been swallowed, Gu Lan strolled leisurely out from the dragon's head, holding a miniature dragon soul in his hand. Sensing the situation outside, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Little Nine, it's amusing to see how popular you are with these folks. I didn't realize you were so sought after," Gu Lan remarked with a chuckle.

"Do you want me to let you out so you can join the fray?"

As he spoke, Gu Lan raised his hand, releasing the miniature dragon soul. This miniaturized dragon soul was none other than the Nine-Winged Dragon's own spirit. Freed from its restraints, it spread its nine pairs of wings, a flash of hostility igniting in its crimson eyes.

Just moments before, it had swallowed Gu Lan whole, only for Gu Lan to use a powerful secret technique within its body, forcibly extracting the dragon's soul. Before it could retaliate, Gu Lan had sealed it with multiple binding spells, leaving the Nine-Winged Dragon truly at a loss.

Sensing the pure dragon aura emanating from Gu Lan, it reluctantly accepted its defeat. In the law of beasts, strength commands respect, and though it remained unwilling, it submitted to this stronger dragon-blooded presence. Should there come a day when Gu Lan's strength faltered, it would have no hesitation in turning on him.

Yet, what truly irked the Nine-Winged Dragon wasn't the submission—it was the name Gu Lan had given it: "Little Nine." A name so utterly devoid of grandeur, so unworthy of an ancient beast of its stature.

"Enough with the attitude, or I'll seal you again!" Gu Lan said, noticing the dragon's reluctance and raising his hand as if preparing another binding array.

The Nine-Winged Dragon, still haunted by memories of millennia sealed in that hidden realm, shrank back, letting out a sycophantic dragon's cry before obediently returning to the depths of Gu Lan's consciousness.

Just as this transpired, the divine realm elders unleashed their attacks. In this decisive moment, all eyes fixed on the battlefield.

Suddenly, the Nine-Winged Dragon opened its crimson eyes, spread its nine wings, and unleashed a thunderous roar. And from within its dragon head, a figure emerged, stepping forward.

"That's... the Realm Ruler of Lanyan Royal School!" someone exclaimed.

"He's alive! He's coming out of the dragon's head!" another voice marveled.

"Just as I suspected, he's indeed impressive. Even emerging from a dragon's head looks so stylish!" someone else commented.

Under the watchful gaze of the various factions, Gu Lan stepped out from the dragon's head. This sight alone was beyond anyone's expectation, but what happened next was even more astonishing.

As Gu Lan emerged, the Nine-Winged Dragon did not attack; instead, it obediently lowered its head, crouching in front of him like a loyal pet. To assist Gu Lan, it even draped its whiskers as a makeshift ladder, allowing him to step onto them and reach the top of its head.

By the time this was completed, the attacks from above were already descending. Yet, unsurprisingly, each strike was effortlessly blocked by the dragon's wings. One pair of wings, infused with spatial powers, diverted most of the attacks elsewhere, while the remaining force failed to breach the dragon's defenses.

"The Nine-Winged Dragon's aura… it has returned to the early stage of Divine Realm Supreme!" Above, the first attacker, the Fire Clan elder, went pale. When his gaze shifted to Gu Lan standing on the dragon's head, his expression turned utterly grim.

With his level of insight, he could immediately tell that this posture was one of submission—the Nine-Winged Dragon had yielded to Gu Lan.