Chapter 130: Retiring After Success (3)

As Mo Yuxi fled the scene, the Azure Dragon and White Tiger descended, shielding a clearly disgruntled Yang Zhijiu.

"Young Master Yan, we must leave at once!" the Azure Dragon urged.

"Agreed," Yan Chuan nodded.

"Huo Guang, now that the grand formation has been shattered, your control over the star will and the dragon aura must be waning, correct?" Yan Chuan asked.

"Yes," Huo Guang nodded. "Since the explosion, it has dropped to less than one percent of its former strength, and it continues to diminish."

"Very well. This is the final moment. Control as much as you can; channel all your energy into the dragon aura and infuse your legion with it!" Yan Chuan commanded.

"Understood!" Huo Guang replied.

"Rumble!"

Massive fragments of dragon aura surged toward the three thousand silver-armored soldiers.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!..."

Countless fragments, numbering in the tens of thousands, transformed into miniature golden dragons and darted toward the ranks of the silver-armored troops.

"Open your mouths and consume them!" Yan Chuan shouted to the three thousand soldiers.

"Yes!" they answered in unison.

"Roar!"

As they opened their mouths, the golden dragons shot inside. In an instant, the three thousand soldiers were bathed in golden light.

"Dragon aura entering the body? Ha!" Jiu Jiansheng’s eyes lit up.

He reached out, retrieved his wine gourd, uncorked it, and began to inhale the dragon aura rushing toward him with gluttonous intensity. The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, and Yang Zhijiu, however, seemed to have no interest in such meager dragon aura.

"Fine, it is time to go!" Yang Zhijiu was filled with resentment. After all that effort, the Myriad Wonder Demon Lotus had still been snatched away by Mo Yuxi. It was incredibly frustrating.

"Rumble!" Above them, the battle for the World-Suppressing Stone intensified.

"Let's go," Yan Chuan decided.

The Azure Dragon and White Tiger took the lead, escorting Yan Chuan’s group as they quickly converged with the three thousand soldiers.

"Your Highness!" the soldiers cheered excitedly.

"Brother Yan Chuan, you are truly impressive!" Jiu Jiansheng said with a smile.

"We are leaving. What about you?" Yan Chuan asked.

"I’ll be off. Though I hate that True Monarch Black Feather, I cannot defeat him yet, and his Four-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is about to conclude. Besides, staying behind to fight dozens of deity-level experts for the World-Suppressing Stone? That would be suicide. I am quite satisfied with this dragon aura. Go on, go on!" Jiu Jiansheng laughed.

"Let's move," Yan Chuan nodded.

"Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, lead the way!" the Azure Dragon commanded.

"Understood!" the two replied.

"Rumble!" Amidst the earth-shaking tremors and billowing dust, Yan Chuan’s group moved rapidly toward the edge of the shattered formation.

Despite the low cultivation levels of the three thousand soldiers, the protection of the powerful experts ensured that, while the journey was perilous, no one was seriously injured. An hour later, they were all safely outside the formation.

Outside, the surrounding mountains had collapsed, clearly affected by the tremors of the grand formation. Behind them, dust billowed into the sky, and streaks of light erupted from within as the experts continued their desperate struggle for the World-Suppressing Stone.

"Let us wait for Master Wenruo at my residence. Perhaps Miss Mo is still there as well," Yan Chuan suggested.

"That's right!" Yang Zhijiu’s eyes brightened with a flicker of hope.

When they arrived, the silver-armored soldiers were generally at the fourth or fifth stage of the Force Realm, but now, the lowest among them had reached the seventh stage. Having consumed the dragon aura, their cultivation would surely continue to soar.

The return journey was much swifter. In five days, they reached the bamboo cottage.

"Yuxi?" Yang Zhijiu searched the surroundings.

"Your Highness, there is a note left by Miss Mo on the door of your main chamber!" Liu Jin said, stepping forward.

"Oh?"

The group quickly gathered at the door of Yan Chuan’s main chamber. A note was posted on the door, written in elegant, delicate script:

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Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, I have already returned to the Great Zhao Sacred Land. You are to remain here and protect Young Master Yan well! Wait for my word!
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"It is the Saintess's handwriting!" the Azure Dragon confirmed after taking the paper.