"That dragon’s roar... could it be that person?"
The piercing, explosive roar from the mountaintop caused Sui Yuqing’s expression to change.
"Elder Sui, don’t tell you know who made that sound?"
Lu Mingyuan asked with suspicion.
A rare look of solemnity appeared on Sui Yuqing’s cold, sharp face. "Back in the Middle Ages, the Demon Race had twelve Demon Ancestors whose Cultivation was unparalleled in the world. They were known as the Twelve Thrones, and each one was an existence comparable to the Three Ancestors of the Three Religions. However, they later launched a massive Ascension war against the Human Race Cultivators, fighting over the world’s few Ascension Platforms. During that war, three of the Thrones were slain by an incredibly brilliant and invincible Sword Immortal from the Human Race. However, one of them managed to escape as a remnant soul. It began its Cultivation anew and took up residence deep within the Wilderness. The many Great Demons address it respectfully as the Dragon Monarch."
"And now, he is the master of this Dragon Hanging Mountain."
Sui Yuqing stared at the shadow pressing ever lower. The vermilion mark between her brows flickered faintly as the Duster in her hand transford into thousands of tendrils, which then converged into a Flying Sword.
"ROAR!!"
The shriek, like thunderous waves crashing against the shore, swept down from the heavens. The next second, a pillar of crimson dragon’s breath shot straight down, aid directly at the two of them in the reed marsh nest.
Lu Mingyuan’s pupils shrank. He hadn’t expected that this so-called Dragon Monarch had locked onto them both.
"DONG!"
Fortunately, Sui Yuqing, who was beside him, acted in ti. Dazzling Taoist Qi transford into a ten-ter-tall Bronze Grand Bell, protecting them from the searing dragon’s breath.
A mont later, the stream of breath ended.
Imdiately after, a demonic wind arose. Lu Mingyuan caught the salty, fishy sll of rain and soil. White fog began to rise from all directions, shrouding the entire Dragon Hanging Mountain.
"The Great Fog Divine Techniques!"
Sui Yuqing frowned, then clenched her teeth. A Dao-character Jade Token appeared in her fair palm and floated into Lu Mingyuan’s hand.
"This Demon Race Dragon Monarch is after . He is a Twelfth Realm Great Demon; Your Highness is no match for him. While the fog has yet to completely cover everything, it would be best for Your Highness to leave first. Take this Jade Token from the Daoist Academy. I will follow shortly."
Lu Mingyuan looked seriously at Fairy Ci Hang’s profile and nodded firmly.
’If I stay, I’ll undoubtedly force Sui Yuqing to divide her attention to protect ,’ he thought. ’I’ll beco a burden. The best thing to do is break out first.’
Sui Yuqing ford a "Break" Dao Seal with her left hand. Her index and middle fingers stood together in a Sword Pointing gesture. With a stretch of her arm, the Flying Sword, which hovered parallel to the ground, shot out instantly. It pierced through a hundred-ter-tall mountain peak, scattering a corner of the great fog.
What imnse Montum! She was clearing a path with sheer physical force!
Lu Mingyuan didn’t dally. Grasping the Jade Token, his figure quickly vanished, following the Flying Sword’s trajectory.
As he ran, the Turtle Shell in his mind glowed once more.
The ball of light dissipated, and text appeared before his eyes.
[The sky is vast for birds to fly, the sea wide for fish to leap. Either rivers of blood will flow and the Destiny of the Human Race will be extinguished, or you will ride the wind and soar, a Flood Dragon finding water. Stall for as long as possible; only then is there a chance of survival.]
[Middle Trigram of Good Fortune: Follow the Daoist Academy Jade Token to the Grotto Heaven Center, the battlefield ruins, Yingsha Ancient City. Boon: You will be blessed with Dragon Fortune and receive abundant Opportunities. Bane: You will encounter the Demon Race army; by stalling for ti, you can eliminate future worries. You may obtain the Azure Fate Grid, "Flood Dragon Gets Water." Middle Good Fortune!]
[Middle Trigram of Good Fortune: Go to a hidden cave to hide and wait for Fairy Ci Hang. Boon: Your life will be safe. Bane: The Destiny of the Human Race will be exhausted, and you will miss this Opportunity. There is a small risk of being trapped in the Grotto Heaven. Minor Good Fortune!]
[Middle Trigram of Evil: Head north. You will run into the Demon Race army, and a Great Demon will block your path. The dangers are unpredictable and the calamities many. Great Misfortune!]
’It seems trouble has found after all.’
Lu Mingyuan thought to himself.
’I think I understand the situation. Just as Sui Yuqing said, the Human Race has to stall until the major figures from the Three Religions find us. Otherwise, we’re all dead. The Demon Race will continuously pour their armies into this Little World to kill off the vital forces of the Human Race. Since these major figures haven’t acted personally, they must be trying to avoid sothing. Maybe they’re hiding from the divinations of the Taoist Ancestor and others like him. The mont they make a move, their coordinates will be exposed. So, stalling for ti is crucial. If I don’t act, this temporary Grotto Heaven will soon close. That leaves only two terrible outcos: all the geniuses and pillars of the Human Race will be killed in battle, causing a schism in the Human Race’s Destiny, and I’ll be trapped inside this pearl.’
’I have to find a way to stall for ti. It’s the only way to turn this disaster into a blessing.’
His figure zipped across the mountains, fields, and great marshes.
Along the way, the ground was covered in massive cracks, so stretching for dozens of miles. It was clearly the destruction caused by the great war between Cultivators and the Demon Race.
A cold wind blew through the air, carrying the pungent stench of blood.
As far as the eye could see, there were only corpses—both Human Race Cultivators and massive Barbaric Beasts, too many to count.
There were also living people, fleeing for their lives.
’At the end of the day, I’m not a cold-blooded person,’ he thought. ’If all the experts from the various nations die, it will be a catastrophe for the Human Race. So, I should probably dispatch the Shadow Warriors at my side to do so cleanup.’
***
「Cyan Nether Continent.」
A vast floating island, slowly rising, was covered in palaces and towers. Stone statues of the Four Symbols Divine Beasts—such as the Cyan Dragon and the Vermilion Bird—guarded the four cardinal directions. Chains linked it to smaller floating islands nearby. Black dots moved through the void; a closer look revealed them to be countless Qi Cultivators riding on swords, all dressed in Daoist Robes, their auras transcendent and pure.
On Daoist Alliance Mountain, one could not see the sun, moon, or stars move, nor the changing of the four seasons. The entire year was like spring.
As the grand unified force of the Taoist Sect, the Dao Alliance headquarters was situated atop a sea of peaks. Compared to the Mortal World, this place was like another world entirely.
A deep, sonorous bell tolled, its reverberations spreading throughout the entire Daoist Alliance Mountain.
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