The Chaos Dragon Prince

Millions of miles away, at the far north side of the Thunderous Collision Planet. If a foreigner of this world were to visit here, they would be surprised at the current scenery.

For nearly all of the Thunderous Collision Planet, one would witness lushes sights of areas empowered by the Divine Essence of Heaven and Earth. 

Divine Essence forms into masses of spiritual energy, transforming any environment into massive cities metropolis, immortal islands, celestial mountains, or immortal palaces.

This would hold true for the entirety of the Divine Boundless Heaven. 

However, Divine Essence wouldn't always give birth to breathtaking, majestic scenery. 

At the northside of the Thunderous Collision, Planet was a boundless barren wasteland devoid of any spring scenery. 

In fact, the whole vibe and atmosphere here were dreadfully ominous, filled with the aura of death.

Streams of rusted blood stained the cracked rocky ground. The occasional pieces of skeletons could be found in sizable holes. There were no signs of any nature lives such as trees, bushes, or flowers.

But to even spot the battle-worn ground would be difficult. 

For hundreds of miles, the barren wasteland had an ominous black miasma mist engulfing it, making it hard to find a path. 

Because of the special, powerful Essence fueling the miasma, it would be very difficult for even Sky Sage Master to peer through it no matter their minor boundary. 

The black miasma mist flowed at least five miles into the skies. It bears a resemblance to a hazy forest mist, but instead of becoming lost, one would feel a threat to their lives. 

The black miasma mist didn't only have a terrifying look, but if a peak Sacred Sovereign, a powerhouse at the absolute zenith of the Mortal Path, gets extremely close to this miasma, they would almost instantly perish!

The miasma would ruthlessly penetrate into their bodies, destroying every part of their internal bodies, even down to their dantians. 

Only a Divine Origin expert can properly survive in this miasma mist by revolving all of their Divine Energies.

Although, it would be unwise to do so as the Inner World's energies consumption would be far too draining. 

If one isn't at least a Divine Star expert, flying would be the far superior option.

But just flying isn't so simple. 

All God Galaxie's inhabits needs to have a Threshold ordinary attainment level over World Source Laws and Divine Essence of Heaven and Earth to fly above five miles. 

If not, it would be impossible to fly against the strong turbulent airflow of the God Galaxies. Moreover, the Essence pressure in the air would be far too intense, forcing weaker Martial cultivators to stay on the ground.

This was the blunt reality of the God Galaxies. 

Lower Realms Mortals looks up at it as some otherwordly, precious place. And there are many mystical, powerful places that can provide Martial cultivators and World Spirit Masters with extreme benefits.

But there were also common death areas where even the greatest of experts can pitifully perish. 

It was the simple balance of nature. For all fortune, there would always be misfortune.

The cause for this deadly miasma mist came from the center of the barren wasteland. 

Around there was a massive mountain range, majestically expanding out for at least hundreds of miles.

This mountain range amazingly stretched hundreds of miles into the skies and had a unique structure. The terrain was incredibly spacious, allowing for gatherings and the cause miasma mist oddity. 

At several spots of the mountain range were small holes filled with the same ominous miasma mist, spilling down to the ground, continually fueling the mist. 

The very peak of the mountain was where the miasma mist was the most potent.

Within this section, a very faint light continually flicker. From this light would be the entrance to what thousands of young Martial cultivators fervently pines for. 

Along with these dangerous zones, there were also safe domains on the mountain range where the terrain was dozens of miles long. 

These terrains were enough for bands of Martial cultivators to gather here and set up base for a very peculiar reason. 

At one terrain base, there were actually a small group of Martial cultivators gathering about. 

These cultivators all wore luxuriously purple robes that had glittering gems made from Spirit energy sparkling all along it.

Each of these Martial cultivators had refined, noble temperaments. Pure elegance exuded from them as if they were all superior princes, princesses, and a Lord. 

Such elegance came from the Moon Ocean Palace.

This group of Moon Ocean Palace's cultivators had set up base, pitching up unique tents that were far more spacious on the inside than the outside. 

This was due to the wonderful effects of both Space Laws and Spirit energy.

From this, one can tell none of their statuses are average. 

As of now, these Moon Ocean Palace cultivators were out in the open discussing their bright future days ahead. 

One of the older disciples was curiously looking down below them, analyzing the ominous black miasma mist. 

Without turning over, he asked the overseer Elder there,  "Elder Tian, this is my first time coming here. Is this area always like this? I can't seem to sense any kind of Essence in the mist."

Elder Tian lightly smiled, patiently explaining, "Indeed it is. This miasma mist has quite the history with the Nightmare Realm. As you see, this mist contains the remnant Soul Will of Venerate Nightmare Lord."

"Ah?" 

The other disciples instantly perked over at this. Great curiosity was blazing in their young eyes.

"So it really is true? The past of this realm was left behind by a true Immortal Venerate?"

"I didn't fully read about it before, but if it's like this, then this inheritance has an immense history!" 

In response to the disciples' sudden eagerness, Elder Tian gave a small chuckle. He could fully understand the admiration in their eyes. 

His tone even had slight admiration as he said, "Indeed, Venerate Nightmare Lord managed to leave behind his Soul Will into the environment to continually gather the Divine Essence of Heaven and Earth. This Essence is then transferred to his Master Forms of Dao Diagrams, in which they continually produced this poisonous mist. Dangerous, to be sure. But also, this is how Venerate Nightmare Lord's mystic realm could stay open for thousands of years."

"Even after death Venerate Nightmare Lord is still so powerful?" The oldest-looking disciple lightly exclaimed, his intrigue burning even more. "Just how powerful was Venerate Nightmare Lord in his prime?"

Elder Tian ponders his answer for a moment before saying, "Truthfully, it is a bit unknown of Venerate Nightmare Lord's exact cultivation. Some say he was a zenith, Superior Primal Sovereign. Other sources say he was a half-step Heavenly Venerate with only a hairbreadth away from breaking through. And other claims he genuinely reached the unfathomable Heavenly Venerate realm and was capable of causing massive waves throughout the Heavenly Great Words."

The Moon Ocena Palace's disciples immediately sucked in a chilling breath. Any Primal Sovereign is akin to a real God in their eyes. 

Much less a genuine Heavenly Venerate Overload who are basically above the whole of the God Galaxies realms!

"This kind of power is just insane! But…since he had reached unfathomable heights, how could Venerate Nightmare Lord ever perish? I had read that just in the Primal Sovereign Realm, it is extremely difficult to just defeat an ordinary one, much less kill one! And Heavenly Venerate's Overloads are just unfathomable! A death from them means ascending higher than the Heavenly Dao itself!"

To this day, nobody in the entirety of the Divine Boundless Heaven can say just what was the Heavenly Dao. 

But most peak masters made the guess that it should feasibly be as close as the whole power of the universe!

Such prowess was unimaginable to even think about it. 

Elder Tian could fathom the disciples' thoughts. But even then, his gaze as calm as he said, "It is indeed true we cultivators can grow to unthinkable heights. However, nothing is ever absolute in this world. Anyone, even great Primal Sovereign and Heavenly Venerate Overloads, can die. As for the Nightmare Lord, his whole tale is a bit tragic. But the shortened version is that in his desperate quest for power, the enemies he schemed against and offended grew far too much. In the end, he couldn't escape from gaining grave injuries that slowly burned the flames of his life. But before dying, Venerate Nightmare Lord poured the remaining of his cultivation into creating this mystic realm, leaving behind the last of his inheritance."

"No wonder…no wonder!" 

The disciples were nodding their heads as flashes of realizations swirled in their eyes. 

One disciple spoke out loud, "There have been quite a few geniuses that managed to change their lives completely around from arriving at the peak of this realm. One recent example I can think of is Great Sovereign Wu Yu. She had even raised up to make a name for herself even in the Heavenly Great Worlds!"

One of the disciples smugly smirked, boasting, "It truly was good we managed to come here first. This way, we can most definitely have the advantage when the Nightmare Realm considerably opens. The time for us to rise against the Ancient Phoenix and the Huang Dragons has come!"

"Speaking of them, both these Holy Lands are getting too rampant. Especially those Huang Dragons! Now, all those imperial members believe they will become the supreme Ruler of this realm all because of these supposed three immense talents."

At this, several of the disciples disdainfully laughed, scoffing at such outrageous ideas. 

"Hehehe. Just how can this be true? Last I heard, their Crown Prince had so pitifully lost to the Ancient Phoenix Holy Lands' number one talent. Yet only now they're saying they can surpass us all? Such bullshit!"

"Of course, the only true next supreme Ruler is our Senior Brother Shi Lan! Not only is his cultivation accumulation perfectly fast, but his combat prowess is freakish, he's amazingly intelligent, and his followers are all at the peak of our generations. Even beyond just this mere Thunderous Collision Realm, I bet Senior Brother Shi Lan can bring us to the God Galaxies Main Stage!"

As the disciples were joyously discussing, Elder Tian briefly turned silent, closing his eyes in meditation. 

But the very next moments, his eyes snapped back open, his whole body standing at immediate attention.

'This…what is this?" Elder Tian had his Divine Sense stretched to the extreme. 

As a mighty Divine Star expert, his Divine Sense and primal battle instincts were at their very peak. He is an expert with millennials years of experiences under his belt, a genuine old monster that stands above the younger generation. 

Even if his Divine Sense isn't powerful enough, experts like him would be keenly aware of any noticeable dangers.

And at this very moment, the danger he felt immensely stirred his mind, heart, and Soul! This wasn't any ordinary or small considerable danger but one that could very well threaten his life!

'And if it can threaten my life…then!' Elder Tian's pupils contracted to immeasurable degrees. 

He needed to save the disciples now! 

However, just in the very moment he felt this genuine death danger, the black miasma mist had suddenly massively changed!