Martial God Asura

Chapter 6506: The Strength of a Dominator

Chapter 6506: The Strength of a Dominator

Kacha!

The seven-colored gemstone embedded on Shangguan Fengquan’s forehead cracked.

A small spirit formation gate formed on her palm. From it, over a hundred dragon orbs flew forth, each one containing energy far surpassing that of the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness’s one.

These dragon orbs flew toward the true dragons’ fragmented consciousness.

“Lass, what do you mean by this?” The true dragon’s fragmented consciousness was stunned.

“Assimilate them,” Shangguan Fengquan said.

The true dragon’s fragmented consciousness frowned, thinking that it had to be a trap. Yet, it could tell that these dragon orbs were all the real deal.

“What are you up to?”

“You talk too much.”

Shangguan Fengquan lost her patience. She pointed her finger at the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness and casually flicked it downward.

Boom!

The true dragon’s fragmented consciousness was slammed to the ground, unable to move.

It was oppressive might, and the oppressive might was coming from Shangguan Fengquan!

This made the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness realize that it was in a weaker position and had no other option, even if it was a trap. So, it opened its mouth and devoured the hundred dragon orbs.

Its body quickly became corporeal and grew larger, soon reaching a point where even the dragon lair was too small to contain its hulking stature. However, the dragon lair reacted to it and shattered apart, transforming into an aura that fused into the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness.

By the time the two completed their fusion, the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness was already large enough to be one with the realm. The realm even began to crack. It looked as if the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness could finally shatter its prison and be free.

“Hahahaha... Lass, it looks like you came down here to help me recover my strength. Speak, what wish do you have? This god will fulfill it,” the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness said as the realm began to crumble.

Even Sikong Changsheng trembled a little in the face of its might. It was not because he was timid, but this suppression came from the depths of his soul.

The true dragon’s fragmented consciousness had undergone a metamorphosis after taking in the hundred dragon orbs and the dragon lair. It had reached a new height compared to before. With its current strength, it could disintegrate Sikong Changsheng’s soul with a mere glance.

Shangguan Fengquan had nurtured a monster that could destroy the world of cultivation. If the dragon were to escape from here, it would be a huge disaster.

“Don’t address yourself as a god. Don’t you get it, dumb dragon? You’re just a cultivation resource,” Shangguan Fengquan snorted.

The true dragon’s fragmented consciousness narrowed its eyes in anger.

“Lass, watch your words! Don’t think that I won’t kill you just because you helped me.”

Just its cold gaze caused the space around Shangguan Fengquan and Sikong Changsheng to distort and crumble.

Shangguan Fengquan raised her hand and directed it at the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness, which had become so humongous that it covered the sky. “Dumb dragon, I’ll give you a chance. I’ll spare your life if you manage to escape from my grasp.”

She opened her palm.

The realm finally completely collapsed. The true dragon’s fragmented consciousness was plunged into boundless space.

It remained as big as ever, comparable to a realm, but it found itself confronted with a humongous hand that was approaching from afar. Furious winds assaulted it, and it felt like even space was rustling.

Extreme fear seeped into its eyes. It was less than a grain of sand before this humongous hand.

So, it tried to escape.

But the hand was as fast as it was humongous. It arrived before the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness in the blink of an eye and grasped it tightly.

The true dragon’s fragmented consciousness cried in agony. “I was wrong, I was wrong! I know that I was wrong now! Lass—no, milord! Milord, please spare me. I’m willing to be your servant!”

“I’ll grant your wish,” Shangguan Fengquan’s voice echoed from above. Her voice resonated powerfully, as if she was the universe itself. “I’ll turn you into Sikong Changsheng’s cultivation resource.”

She clenched her fist and crushed the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness into bits.

Sikong Changsheng witnessed everything in shock.

The next moment, he was transported out of this space and the Dragon Prison Orb, back into the depths of the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s main city. Shangguan Fengquan was standing beside him.

Sikong Changsheng gasped for air. He knew what he had witnessed wasn’t an illusion but a glimpse of what Shangguan Fengquan was capable of.

If the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness could lay waste upon the world of cultivation, Shangguan Fengquan would be an absolute god who could vanquish anyone or anything at her whim.

“Lord Sectmaster, y-your cultivation?” Sikong Changsheng looked at Shangguan Fengquan with awed eyes as if she was a god.

“How can I carve out a space for the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect in the Ninth Galaxy if I can’t even pull this off?” Shangguan Fengquan replied with a smile. She presented her clenched fist to Sikong Changsheng. “Here, take it and use it to strengthen your bloodline. It should heal your injuries.”

She opened her fist and revealed a bundle of aura that was coiled like a dragon.

It was the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness, but it had passed out and had been refined into a cultivation resource.

“Lord Sectmaster, this is too valuable. I can’t accept this.” Sikong Changsheng anxiously turned down the gift.

He understood how powerful the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness was. This was the power that countless predecessors of his Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect coveted, including the old Shangguan Fengquan.

Yet, Shangguan Fengquan was giving it to him now that she had obtained it? He didn’t think he was qualified to receive it.

“What are you saying? This is nothing. There are far more valuable things in the Ninth Galaxy, but I’m unable to bring it here to you due to the restrictions. I’ll compensate you well once you return to the sect,” Shangguan Fengquan said.

“Lord Sectmaster, such treasure should go to Chu Feng instead,” Sikong Changsheng said.

“Did you hurt your brain as well? Chu Feng possesses the Ruler’s Bloodline. Giving him this is as good as pouring a pail of shitty slop into a bowl of immortal spring water. Isn’t that sabotaging him?” Shangguan Fengquan scoffed.

“Um...” Sikong Changsheng found himself at a loss for words.

You’re describing a treasure like this as a pail of shitty slop? Is that appropriate? But I guess this also means that the present Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect doesn’t lack resources.

“Take it.”

Shangguan Fengquan placed her palm on Sikong Changsheng’s dantian and pumped the energy right into it.

Sikong Changsheng couldn’t turn down the gift anymore even if he wanted to. He quickly bowed to Shangguan Fengquan and expressed his utmost gratitude. “Thank you, Lord Sectmaster.”

“You have completed your mission. Someone has claimed the legacy. It’s time for you to enter the Ninth Galaxy and join us,” Shangguan Fengquan said.

“Lord Sectmaster, I don’t think Chu Feng is planning to enter the Ninth Galaxy yet, but Jie Tianran is eyeing Chu Feng’s Ruler’s Bloodline. I wish to remain here for the time being,” Sikong Changsheng said.

“Chu Feng doesn’t need anyone to... It matters not. You may stay behind if you wish to,” Shangguan Fengquan said.

“Lord Sectmaster, did you possess such strength from the very start? You were only pretending to be no match for the true dragon’s fragmented consciousness earlier?” Sikong Changsheng asked out of curiosity.

“Of course. That true dragon’s fragmented consciousness is nothing to me. I held back my strength to put on an act before Chu Feng. It’s the carrot and not the stick that works better on people like Chu Feng. If you do him a favor, he’ll return it several fold. I sacrificed myself to pique his guilt, so that he would feel greater goodwill toward our Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect,” Shangguan Fengquan said with a smirk.