Under the overwhelming dominance of the green toad, the butterfly seemed as if it would shatter into powder at any moment. However, as it continued on its way, whether it was wind, thunder, or spiritual waves that reached the butterfly's body, the white light wrapped around it would flash once, and then reappear not far behind the green toad. It never fell back, nor did it ever get too close.

  The green dragon plunged straight down from the clouds, with a storm of wind and thunder sweeping down Mount Kunlun behind him.

  At this moment, he urgently needs a vast amount of spiritual energy to stabilize his boundary. The Jing River spiritual power and the Kunlun spiritual power share the same origin, so at this time, only the Kunlun spiritual power can help him fully transform into a dragon.

  Those who have seen the flooding of Qinglong 100 years ago know that at that time, Qinglong was tumbling down from the ninth heaven after rushing into the dark clouds. They didn't see clearly what happened in the dark clouds, but saw Qinglong suddenly falling from the sky and dropping back into the Jing River, disappearing for a hundred years. If not for reaching a certain realm to sense the existence of the Qinglong King, one would have thought that the Qinglong King had died that time.

  One hundred years later, today, the Green Dragon King once again rushed up to the Ninth Heaven, rushing into the seal of the gods that was laid down back then. With the heavens and earth as a bathtub, with thunder and lightning as water, he washed and cleansed his dragon body. What's different about one hundred years later today is that behind the Green Dragon, there is a butterfly following him as he rushes into the Thunderbolt Tribulation, and once again rushes into Mount Kunlun.

  A hundred years later, will Kunlun let the green python swallow and transform into a dragon with the spiritual power of Kunlun? What means will be used to deal with the green python? Just as the green python rushed down in an instant, everyone around had already held their breath. Everyone also wanted to see Kunlun's means.

  The prestige of the Azure Dragon King has already been revealed, what means can Kunlun use to deal with this dragon king who is only one step away from becoming a true dragon?

  However, in the Kunlun Mountains, it was extremely quiet. The Azure Dragon King charged straight down, its body tens of meters long, from the dark clouds to the earth, and at the same time, a bolt of lightning struck with the Azure Dragon. At this moment, the Azure Dragon was no longer defying the heavens, but instead, it was descending with the power of the heavens, shaking the nine heavens.

  In an instant, fortune reverses.

  The lightning was dazzling, and under the lightning, the body of the green jiao had already changed from green to a pale golden color stained with blood. The green scales seemed to have been completely shed in an instant, like they were tumbling in the clouds. What was most unbelievable was that the tail of the jiao, now stripped of its green scales, was no longer a jiao's tail, but had transformed into something similar to a beast's tail. At the end of the pale golden scales stained with blood, a tuft of gray fur had grown out. On top of the Jiao Dragon King's head, a pair of golden horns had grown out, and gray fur had also grown out along its back.

  "Did the dragon transformation succeed?"

  Many people saw that pale golden scales and saw a bunch of gray beast hair on the last tail, and suddenly had such an idea in their hearts.

  In the flash of lightning, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the butterfly's body, which was shrouded in a halo. As the light flashed, the dragon king, who had shed its azure scales and turned into a pale golden color, was swallowed up by darkness. Then, the pale blue butterfly and the sword light flew straight down to the earth from the ninth heaven, its fluttering wings seeming to stir up wind and clouds.

  At the moment when another lightning bolt fell, the Dragon King and the Butterfly had already disappeared. The lightning bolt directly struck Mount Kunlun, and in that instant, people around only saw a surge of air rising from Mount Kunlun, with auspicious clouds filling the sky and illuminating a piece of the sky. The roar of the Dragon King caused the thunderstorm in the sky to intensify, and bolts of lightning continued to strike Mount Kunlun.

  However, only a very small number of people heard the faint sound of sword chanting mixed in the wind and rain and thunder. The sound of the sword was extremely weak but it sounded exceptionally clear to those who were willing to listen. But if you want to see what's going on in Kunlun Mountain, you have to fly up to the ninth heaven, otherwise you won't be able to see anything at all. And under such circumstances, only those from the Taoist sect dare to fly up to the ninth heaven, no one else dares to defy the wind and thunder to rise up.

  However, at this time, there were only a few Taoist disciples who dared to fly up to the ninth heaven to observe. Although they were few in number, some still flew up to the sky and saw the situation in Kunlun Mountain. Just as they flew into the air, a shocking light burst out of Kunlun Mountain, like a solar explosion. Those people in the air, even with their eyes protected by magic, could not see clearly what was happening on the mountain. They only saw a pale golden dragon writhing in agony, but the pale blue butterfly was nowhere to be seen.

  Chen Jingran was different from them, he closely followed the Dragon King's back, when diving down at that moment, he finally really saw Mount Kunlun. The Taoist temple is layered and stacked, with a continuous series of buildings. If Fangcun Mountain is a low-key hidden between squares, then Kunlun is a magnificent and vast expanse, blending with the momentum of Mount Kunlun, with an overbearing aura that dominates the world.

  Generally, people who see such a Taoist temple structure will have an attitude of avoidance in their hearts, just like the imperial ceremony, they dare not look directly.

  The Dragon King descended with the might of heaven, and Chen Jing felt a sense that he could destroy it with one blow. At this moment, the Kunlun Mountains' Guan Yu suddenly became hazy again, transforming into a sea of spiritual energy. Amidst this, Chen Jing felt that within this spiritual sea was hidden a green dragon, as if there were infinite heavens and earths within it.

  In an instant, Chen Jing had a clear understanding. The dragon that enters the sea is not the real sea, but the sea in one's heart. Free from all restraints, swimming freely without bounds. The Dragon King of Jinghe achieved enlightenment in the river and yearned for the spiritual pulse of Kunlun Mountain, which became a goal for his heart's cultivation and also a restraint. Some people would choose to cut off all thoughts, but the Dragon King chose to realize them.

  He is not going to occupy the Kunlun spiritual vein, but in this process, he will get rid of the constraints in his heart. When he enters the Kunlun spiritual vein, it is the moment when he truly ascends and flies away. In the world, perhaps no one can control him again.

  The dragon roared, and with a single inhalation, the winds and clouds all entered its mouth. The spiritual energy that had been condensed in Mount Kunlun was actually surging towards his mouth with this one breath.

  Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the spiritual sea of Kunlun Mountain, illuminating that area with clarity.

  A man under the golden light is looking up at the Dragon King, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with a Taoist crown on his head, a precious jade hanging from his waist, and a pair of boots with gold thread embroidery on his feet. He holds a treasure pagoda in his hand, which is seven inches high and has seven identical layers, each corner of the eaves having four bells hanging down.

  This golden light was emitted from the treasure pagoda held in the hands of this young Taoist, although not strong, it enveloped his entire body.

  The dragon descended from the ninth heaven, wrapped in the spiritual power of the Jing River, and brought down the heavenly calamity of thunder and lightning. All this seemed to be summoned by him. Legend has it that when a dragon appears, there must be strong winds and heavy rains, lightning and thunder, stirring up the spiritual energy of the world. Chen Jing had never seen a real dragon, only this ordinary snake that was about to transform into a dragon. Nevertheless, he also stirred up the wind and clouds in the world, wrapped the river waves up to the ninth heaven, and brought the wind and thunder into the spiritual sea.

  That young Taoist, clad in a yellow robe, stood at the corner of the roof of a Taoist temple, his robe fluttering, holding a golden crystal pagoda in his hand, calmly watching the Dragon King rushing down, like an immortal. Except for him, there was not a single person in the entire Kunlun Sect, only he stood alone on the flying eaves of the temple, that temperament of looking up at the sky, in his eyes, what was rushing down was not a dragon about to be transformed from a serpent, but the wind and thunder sweeping down, and the waves of the Jin River were like the spring breeze in March.

  At this moment, Chen Jing, who was closely following the Dragon King, felt that what the Dragon King had displayed was no longer an intangible aura, but a technique, one that combined the momentum of the surging River Jiao with the momentum of the Nine Heavenly Thunderbolts, merging them into a single, tangible technique.

  The Dragon King opened its mouth and spat, but nothing seemed to come out. However, the empty space gave rise to waves, and under those sound waves, everything seemed to have been annihilated. The Dragon King opened its mouth again and inhaled, causing the spiritual energy in the sky to roll back. In this one spit and one inhale, the dragon scales on the Dragon King's body were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The originally dull light golden scales began to rapidly turn into gold.

  All along, Chen Jing has been thinking about what's above the understanding and application of force and momentum.

  When strength is exhausted, momentum is endless.

  The momentum of the mountain and river basin, if applied properly, can surely exert dozens of times its original power. He couldn't think of anything else that could surpass this, but today he finally saw it. The momentum of the Jing River, which had been surging for thousands of miles and thousands of years on the earth, was fully utilized by the Dragon King's machine from the Ninth Heaven.

  This scene was over in the blink of an eye, and the people around couldn't see Chen Jing or Jiaolong Wang anymore. Naturally, they couldn't see the young Taoist standing on top of the Kunlun Mountains wearing a yellow robe either. Because the golden crystal tower he held had burst forth with dazzling golden light, even dispersing the dark clouds in the sky. The thunder and lightning vanished instantly.

  The people flying in the sky were dazzling, one by one, and Chen Jing's eyes turned into black and white as the golden light flashed, he used his life-long divine ability - Black and White World.

  That golden pagoda became a white pagoda in Chen Jing's eyes, and at the moment of the light explosion, it suddenly disappeared, along with that Taoist.

  In the sky, a giant tower suddenly appeared, and the Dragon King of Jiao was hovering above it, suppressing it. The dragon let out a loud roar, its body swayed, stirring up a wave of spiritual energy, and then it let out a long howl, with spiritual energy rolling into its mouth. It rose into the air, instantly wrapping itself around the golden tower. The dazzling golden light on the golden tower suddenly dimmed, but at this moment, a pale flame suddenly burst forth from the top of the tower. The Dragon King seemed to be in extreme pain, and the spiritual power and river water he had brought down were unable to extinguish the flames. As the river water submerged the golden tower, it became indistinct, like an inverted reflection in the river.

  The Dragon King was engulfed in the pale flames that erupted from the golden tower, but instead of escaping, it wrapped itself even tighter around the tower. It opened its mouth and spat out a stream of crystal clear dragon breath. As the dragon breath shot out, the pale, seemingly formless flames on the golden tower suddenly weakened significantly.

  Chen Jing didn't know what kind of flame the pale fire on top of the golden tower was, but he knew in his heart that it absolutely couldn't be any ordinary fire. Since it wasn't an ordinary fire, it naturally couldn't be extinguished with ordinary water. Therefore, the Dragon King spat out its own life spirit.

  At this moment, the young Taoist in apricot yellow robes appeared again at the corner of the Daoist temple, still standing there, looking solemnly at the dragon coiled around the golden pagoda in the sky. He seemed to have forgotten the butterfly following behind the dragon.

  He was seen pointing his fingers in the void, and with a wave of his hand, he seemed to have a kind of magic that made his vital energy turn into soldiers, and his spells gave off an aura.

  At this time, a white light flashed in front of him, and a butterfly appeared out of thin air. Immediately after, it transformed into a person wearing a pale blue Taoist robe with a long sword hanging from his waist. This person was naturally Chen Jing.