I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

The Red Dragon Clan had four Saints. Although they were all Saints and lacked Saint Kings or Great Saints, their numerical advantage was not to be underestimated.

Currently, three of the Saints had emerged, leaving one nearing the end of their lifespan to guard the ancestral land.

They first visited the royal family, which took up a considerable amount of time, but they also obtained some information.

Various ancient races were emerging one after another. Some of these races were willing to communicate with the human race and didn't look down upon them or see them as mere food, unlike other ancient races.

If they wanted to inquire about the human race, they could learn from these races.

During this visit to the royal family, the various ancient races naturally exchanged information. The three Red Dragon Clan Saints found an ancient race not too far from them that also didn't look down on the human race, and they inquired about information from them.

After a brief exchange, they immediately obtained some useful intelligence.

Source Masters.

They had never heard of this before, but suddenly they emerged, and even produced a Source Grandmaster, comparable to a human Saint, or Ancestral King.

That powerful?

The Red Dragon Clan Ancestral King asked an ancient creature who had interacted with Source Masters to examine the soil and rocks brought back by their subordinates, which contained some unfamiliar patterns.

"These should be Source Art patterns, and extremely powerful Source Heavenly Divine Runes, unique to the Source Grandmaster lineage," the ancient creature who mingled with the human race and had a good relationship with them said, not daring to hide anything in front of the three Ancestral Kings.

"Source Grandmaster? What is the difference between a Source Grandmaster and a Source Master?" a Red Dragon Clan Ancestral King asked.

"A Source Grandmaster is an extremely rare figure among Source Masters, equivalent to a human Saint."

"Oh? A Saint?" A Saint was equivalent to an Ancestral King, on equal footing with them.

"How many Saints are there in the Source Grandmaster lineage?"

"Only one, named Luo Mo, who recently became a Source Grandmaster. There was an extraordinary phenomenon of all the earth veins resonating, which the entire Northern Domain of the Eastern Wilderness could sense."

"Only one?"

"Only one. Source Grandmasters rarely appear, and each appearance is separated by tens of thousands of years."

The three Red Dragon Clan Ancestral Kings felt that the timing matched up, and it should be this person.

"Is this Source Grandmaster very strong?"

They frowned because the entire Flying Tide Clan had disappeared, and now they couldn't even find a single clansman. Even their ancestral land had been erased.

The Great Power realm ancient creature who was asked the question thought the three Ancestral Kings were asking him and immediately replied, "The title of Source Grandmaster has always been sung by the human race in the past. Although there are no definite records, each generation of Source Grandmasters is extremely strong."

"How do they compare to us?"

"Ah, this…"

The Great Power ancient creature looked at the three Ancestral Kings and cautiously replied, "The strength of the Source Art lineage is greatly influenced by the terrain. If they fight in a place with many dragon veins, their strength will often increase significantly. Compared to the three Ancestral Kings, if it is not in some divine land or a place with many dragon veins, they are definitely not as good as the three Ancestral Kings."

Even in front of the three Ancestral Kings, this pro-human ancient creature said this.

"Hmm? Are you saying that in divine lands and dragon veins, a Source Grandmaster is superior to us?"

A Red Dragon Clan Ancestral King became angry, and the Great Power ancient creature trembled.

Another Ancestral King waved his hand, defusing the situation, "Alright, you may leave."

This creature was greatly relieved and immediately retreated, "Thank you, Ancestral King. If I have said anything offensive, please forgive me, please forgive me…"

The three Ancestral Kings felt they understood.

This lineage called Source Art was skilled at utilizing terrain and dragon veins. The Flying Tide Clan's Divine Lake was a treasure land, guarded by the Four Symbols Star Region dragon veins. This was clearly an excellent battlefield for Source Art.

"The Source Grandmaster lineage fights by utilizing divine lands and dragon veins, why be angry?"

"Hmph, I'd like to see how powerful he is," the Ancestral King who had just been angry snorted coldly.

"Since the Source Art path has built up a reputation, it naturally has its strengths. As the saying goes, a sword takes a dangerous path. If he weren't strong, the Flying Tide Clan wouldn't have disappeared as a whole clan. We should think about what to do. This can be considered a troublesome neighbor," another Ancestral King said.

"That's right. The most urgent task now is to deal with this so-called Source Grandmaster. The clansmen also said that many of the source mines outside our ancestral land are owned by the human race. Now that our clan has emerged, various mineral deposits are indispensable. We will definitely have to compete for them, and the Source Art lineage is not far from us, so there will probably be friction."

"Then let there be friction. Set a trap and deceive him. As long as he loses the advantage of the terrain, this Source Grandmaster may not be that strong. Didn't he just become a Source Grandmaster?"

"That's true. He is new to this realm, and without the advantage of terrain to rely on, we may be able to design a siege and kill him."

"If he is willing to submit and become a vassal, he can be used."

"That's not appropriate. I can't trust the human race."

The three Ancestral Kings were planning, completely without considering peaceful coexistence as an option.

As for the human race?

A weak race, where did they have the qualifications to be equal to them? Only those weak ancient races would befriend the human race, like that coward just now.

So, after visiting the royal family, they came to the Flying Tide Clan's ancestral land, visited the scene in person, and observed the Source Art.

"So that's how it is."

"The path of mobilizing earth energy and dragon veins, hmph, if he were in front of me, I would never give him such a chance."

"A minor path."

After exploring, they felt much more stable in their hearts, feeling that with their divine powers and magic, they could definitely suppress the so-called Source Art. Those pro-human creatures were really timid, diminishing their own prestige and boosting others' morale.

They came near the Source King Palace, but they didn't sense the aura of a Saint. Instead, they noticed that another place was unusual, with an aura similar to the soil and rock brought back by the clansmen, which should be the so-called Source Heavenly Divine Art.

So, they headed towards the place where Luo Mo was lecturing on the Source Art Dao. As their divine sense swept over, they activated some of the measures of the Eight Trigrams Formation.

At this time, the ordinary Source Masters who were comprehending the mysteries of the Eight Trigrams next to the ten-thousand-foot Dao platform suddenly discovered that the eight huge symbols had lit up, with two of them being particularly bright, displaying a certain hexagram.

They calculated with their fingers, and according to the Eight Trigrams deduction method, they all calculated an ominous omen.

"A great enemy must be coming, otherwise the Eight Trigrams left by the Heavenly Master would not give a warning. Quick, quick, contact the Heavenly Master!"

Thus, Luo Mo, who was far away in the starry sky outside the Northern Dipper Domain, received the signal. He used the Profound Jade Platform to cross the void and descended on the Dao platform where he had set up the Eight Trigrams Formation.

Compared to him, who had the ability to deduce, the so-called conspiracies and tricks were mostly open cards.

Before the Source Masters could pay their respects, Luo Mo transformed into a stream of light and flew out.

The three Red Dragon Clan Ancestral Kings retreated in shock, not knowing if it was a trap. After all, the disappearance of the Flying Tide Clan was still fresh in their minds. Near the Source King Palace, they felt it was still somewhat dangerous because they had seen the traces left by the Flying Dragon Lake and deduced the power of Source Art.

"Three fellow Daoists, please wait," Luo Mo chased after them, "My Source Sect has not yet been established, and the three fellow Daoists have come to congratulate me. How can I not do my best as a host? Won't you stay for a cup of tea before leaving?"

Their speed was very fast, after all, they were Saints.

The three Ancestral Kings suddenly stopped because this place was barren, and their divine sense swept over, finding no underground dragon vein source mines, nor was it any kind of divine land.

"I didn't expect you to dare to chase after us."

The three Ancestral Kings smiled with ill intentions, surrounding Luo Mo.

"The three of you came to visit my Source Sect, and you left before even having a cup of tea. Naturally, I have to persuade you to stay," Luo Mo was also smiling, a very sunny smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, where did the Flying Tide Clan go?"

A Red Dragon Clan Ancestral King scolded.

"The Flying Tide Clan? They were quite unreasonable and barbaric and have already been suppressed by me."

Luo Mo held three doll-like objects in his hand, which were the three Flying Tide Saints he had sealed, cutting off all divine power and Dao practice, with spatial array patterns shrinking them.

"Run! Run!"

"You can't beat him, run!"

"Run, don't look back!"

When the Flying Tide Three Saints saw their old friends, they shouted in horror, but each of them only had time to say one sentence before Luo Mo flipped his hand and put them away.

“Your old friends seem a little excited to see you all.”

The three Sacred Ones of the Crimson Dragon Clan sensed that something was amiss, but their long-standing experience in dealing with the Human Race, formed since the Primordial Era, and their dignity as Ancestral Kings, prevented them from leaving immediately.

Moreover, they didn't really sense much of a threat from Luo Mo, and besides, there was neither divine soil nor dragon veins here, so what was there to fear?

What's more, they had three Ancestral Kings, all of whom understood each other's methods. How could they lose?

They figured the Flying Tide Clan must have been ambushed.

“Hand them over!”

“Mere Human Race, an ant-like existence in the Primordial Era, dares to imprison Ancestral Kings!”

“There's no need to inform the Royal Clan about this matter. We will destroy you today!”

The three Sacred Ones of the Crimson Dragon Clan felt it was time to attack.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a giant white jade divine dragon had surrounded them at some point, its body forming an ouroboros, sealing the heavens and earth, and isolating this space-time.

The hearts of the three Sacred Ones of the Crimson Dragon Clan immediately turned cold. What was this? This was a Quasi-Emperor divine weapon!

“Human Race, you don't play fair…”

Boom!

The white jade divine dragon tightened its body, constricting their Ancestral King bodies until cracking sounds echoed, deforming them beyond recognition. Then, they were sealed by the Purple Dragon and thrown into the magical artifact.

“What were they saying at the end?”

“Didn't hear clearly. Should I ask them?” The Purple Dragon replied honestly.

“No need. I want to take a stroll around the Crimson Dragon Clan.”

Luo Mo raised his hand, and the white jade dragon transformed into an ouroboros bracelet, flying onto his wrist. Then, he rode a divine rainbow towards the Crimson Dragon Clan.

The ancestral land of the Crimson Dragon Clan was also a piece of divine soil.

Moreover, it was no weaker than the Flying Dragon Pool of the Flying Tide Clan, a divine mountain where lava and a divine lake coexisted.

Luo Mo flew over and saw many Crimson Dragons playing in the lake.

Crimson Dragons, like ordinary Flood Dragons, liked water. Many Crimson Dragon scales were blue-black, belonging to the water element.

However, some Crimson Dragons in the lake were different, possessing fiery red scales. They dared to swim into the magma, absorbing fire energy for cultivation.

The power of water and fire circulated, refining their bodies. In addition, they were Flood Dragons to begin with, possessing powerful physiques. Therefore, this clan naturally possessed the characteristics of a strong physique and proficiency in controlling water and fire.

Although the Flying Tide Clan was also strong, compared to the Crimson Dragon Clan, the Crimson Dragon Clan was generally superior before the Slashing Dao realm. After the Slashing Dao realm, it depended on individual opportunities.

The most important part of such a divine mountain was the concentric circle layout. At the top of the mountain, in the lake, was a lava lake, slightly higher than the water surface, constantly flowing down lava like a fountain.

The water temperature nearby was extremely high. Just getting close would cause the scales of many Crimson Dragons to crack and their flesh to fester.

The water near the lava did not evaporate but turned into a type of extremely hot water, containing both water and fire power. Many Crimson Dragons cultivated in this scorching water, advancing towards the lava with difficulty, approaching places with higher temperatures, and tempering themselves.

Some powerful Crimson Dragons cultivated directly in the lava. Luo Mo concentrated divine light in his eyes and could see Crimson Dragons cultivating deep within the lava. Below was a fire vein passage, and the temperature increased the further down one went.

“Looking at this, it's like a giant hot pot.”

And their meat looks very chewy.

Suddenly, divine light erupted from an ancient cave on the mountainside. An elder of the Crimson Dragon Clan, carrying a trace of decay, flew into the high sky, surrounded by specks of divine source powder, emitting the unique radiance of divine source onto its fire scales and jade horns, reflecting water-like and flame-like rays.

“What brings you here, friend?” The old Ancestral King of the Crimson Dragon Clan, who remained behind, asked. He had a bad feeling about the sudden arrival of this Human Race.

“You have a good place here.”

Luo Mo raised his hand, and the white jade dragon bracelet on his wrist extended a claw.

…

Yanhu Mountain. The creatures living here felt a sense of oppression. They all knelt down, not knowing what had happened, nor daring to look up. Their bodies felt as if they were about to explode, and a tremendous pressure permeated the air.

Several kings and mighty figures in the Slashing Dao realm, who had decent cultivation, looked up and then saw a terrifying scene.

Their Ancestral King was grabbed by a white jade dragon claw that seemed capable of grasping the entire Yanhu Mountain, and was taken away like a chick.

Then, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. A Human Race stood in mid-air, urging mysterious techniques to move mountains.

Yanhu Mountain swayed, and source-heaven patterns densely covered the entire mountain, like chains, trapping the entire mountain. And one end of the chain was held in the hand of that Human Race.

Then, that Human Race lifted the entire Yanhu Mountain.

It should be known that Yanhu Mountain was huge, and there were many races living here, all vassals of the Crimson Dragon Clan, including ordinary dragons and other mutated species with fire scales, all respecting the Crimson Dragon Clan.

But now, the Ancestral King of the Crimson Dragon Clan had been captured by a giant dragon claw, his life or death uncertain, and a Human Race was moving mountains. All the vassal races were in a state of panic.

“What are you doing!”

A Crimson Dragon Clan in the Slashing Dao realm wanted to soar into the sky, but Luo Mo only pointed a finger, and several source-heaven patterns spreading across the mountain separated, like chains, pulling it back to the mountain and tightly binding it.

“I've heard that the Human Race has Sages, comparable to Ancestral Kings. Could this be a Human Race Sage?”

“Why did the Human Race attack? We have no feud with the Human Race, do we?”

…

Luo Mo didn't care about all the discussions. He just released his source artifact, the Flying Dragon Pool.

The palm-sized Flying Dragon Pool swelled in the wind, turning into a giant divine lake, much larger than the Yanhu Lake at the top of Yanhu Mountain.

Teams of Flying Tide Clan cultivators came out one after another, shouting loudly.

“No one is allowed to move!”

“Follow us and chant the scriptures together.”

“Anyone who dares not to chant will be killed without mercy!”

They held many king-level divine weapons in their hands, and there were also several sacred weapons. Wherever the weapons pointed, no one dared to disobey.

After all, even the Ancestral King had been captured, and the kings in the Slashing Dao realm couldn't make any waves. They were bound with a flick of a finger, and the other party's king-level divine weapons or even sacred weapons hung over their heads, ready to fall at any time. They didn't dare to have any thoughts of resistance and obediently chanted the scriptures that entered their minds.

Universal Salvation.

Physical version.

Luo Mo didn't distract himself with the matter of conversion, leaving it to the tool people to do. He focused on refining Yanhu Mountain.

This was a divine mountain, the ancestral land of the Crimson Dragon Clan, with thirty-six dragon veins dormant, rarer than Flying Dragon Lake, and with remarkable effects. The fusion of water and fire could temper the body and strengthen the Dao techniques, allowing one to comprehend the mysteries of the fusion of water and fire.

Such a divine mountain could naturally be used as a source artifact. Luo Mo constantly injected his source-heaven Dao principles, treating the entire mountain as a magic treasure for refining.

At the same time, the tool people were also carrying out conversion work. Those who refused to submit were personally dealt with by several tool people in the Slashing Dao realm, who chanted the Universal Salvation scriptures and used the Great Universal Salvation Zen Light to convert them thoroughly.

Even if a king in the Slashing Dao realm struggled, he would be suppressed by the sacred weapon. The First Great Bandit, Old Undying, who was in the Half-Sage realm, and a group of tool people in the Slashing Dao realm, jointly used the Great Universal Salvation Zen Light to completely convert him.

For several days in a row, Luo Mo was refining Yanhu Mountain, until the divine mountain became a plaything in his palm. The mountain was covered with source-heaven patterns, and ninety-nine dragon-shaped source-heaven divine patterns in the Yanhu Lake at the top of the mountain were directly inserted into the core fire vein, absorbing the essence gathered by the divine mountain for transformation, jointly spewing out yang energy.

The Crimson Dragon Clan and their vassal races had all been converted, except for a few Ancestral Kings, whom Luo Mo could only suppress for the time being.

On Yanhu Mountain, one living being after another chanted scriptures, generating the power of vows.

A scorching yang energy permeated the mountain. Many creatures, after taking a breath, immediately felt unbearably hot. Some even had their skin and flesh scorched, as if they had inhaled divine fire or drunk a mouthful of Yanhu Lake water.

Source-heaven divine patterns wrapped around Yanhu Mountain, and the second pure yang array was completed.

Luo Mo used this naturally formed divine mountain to evolve a part of pure yang, both absorbing the Dao of the divine soil of heaven and earth and evolving pure yang, reflecting all of this in his heart and transforming it into his own source technique rules. This process was improving his source techniques.

Nine-nine transforming into pure yang, the source techniques can be further improved.

He already has two kinds of yang energy now.