"Is it raining?"
Li Yueqi reached out to catch the raindrops falling from the sky.
"It's over."
The giant turtle Zhu Luo showed no interest in the rain, closing its eyes, unsure whether it was sleepy again or unwilling to witness the scene that was about to unfold.
One could only imagine that the primordial power from the barbaric age, after being split in two, was ultimately defeated by the Taoist Techniques and Sword Skills honed by countless geniuses.
In the sky.
Zhang Ze's apparition ascended the clouds, and with Li's assistance, the three Spirit Swords locked the village in a dragon-sealing formation, reaching out with a Sword Technique to dispel the death aura.
The dragon horn of the village was finally grasped by Zhang Ze.
The Hidden Dragon Formation was complete.
The dragon body of the village rose again, spiraling and tumbling, black death aura pouncing from all directions, as tangible as if trying to wrap and crush Zhang Ze.
The three Spirit Swords separated at this mont.
The Ink Sword observed chess, with the Sword Array covering the entire sky, and white chess pieces trapping the village within the array.
The White Wolf howled at the moon, with packs of wolves darting through the Sword Array, tearing at the black roots and vines on the village.
The Witch Priest consoled the spirit; the faceless Great Witch's shadow appeared before the village, reaching out to cover the village's single pupil.
The village's form faltered, while Zhang Ze, holding onto the dragon horn, leaped onto its back.
Zhang Ze knelt on one knee atop the dragon's spine, raising the Desolate Ancient high.
Yet he didn't sever the dragon head; instead, with a flick of his wrist, he stabbed the Desolate Ancient into the village's nape, destroying the black bud there.
...
Spring rain drizzled, and everyone in Rising Dragon City looked towards the eastern sky.
They saw the monocular giant dragon falling from the clouds.
No dust, nor any extraordinary changes in the heavens and earth.
As the giant dragon approached the ground, the anomalies reflected on the eastern clouds shattered and vanished entirely, as if all that had just happened was a re illusion.
Yet the people in Rising Dragon City stood dazedly looking eastward, with only the spring rain descending from above.
"Is it over? It wasn't a dream, was it?" The cucumber-headed rascal said to himself dazedly as he gazed at the sky.
"Nope..." The one he'd been wrestling and cursing with earlier was quite smart; he reached over and pinched the cucumber head's thigh hard.
"Hmm, not a dream." He looked at the howling cucumber head and made the correct judgent.
"You damn... I'm gonna eat you raw today!"
The cucumber head roared, then limped over and continued wrestling with him.
With the unfinished childish brawl as a signal, Rising Dragon City finally ca back to life.
The city was bustling, with exclamations rising and falling.
Standing on the rooftop, Qin Ping waved, and the giant eagle You flew towards Wolong Marsh, dropping the small walnut before departing.
Cushioning the small walnut with Spiritual Qi, Qin Ping imdiately sent the footage he had just recorded to the group chat he had created with several fellow disciples from the Beast Taming Sect.
[Ultimate Giant Eagle: Look at what I discovered!]
[Wanma Co Assembly: Not watching, Qin Ping, you're definitely moving dung again.]
[Super Cute Giant Rabbit Feifeifei: Don't scream, you'll see, this ti it's really not dung.]
[Northern Emperor Bear Wind: My God, what is this.]
The video, starting with Qin Ping's small group, was instantly forwarded further and would likely reach the Thousand chanism Pavilion shortly.
As Qin Ping was about to start boasting, he suddenly felt sothing, and in the next instant, the entire city began to shake.
He looked eastward again and muttered to himself.
"Coming again?"
...
Within the Secret Realm, Zhang Ze, unaware of his heroic figure spreading across the lands of Jiangnan and northward, was troubled by another matter.
That was how he and Li would get out.
At this mont, the dragon corpse of the village was 'dead', the power not belonging to Zhang Ze was receding rapidly, and the sa was true of Li, who reverted to its round shape, with Mr. Yimu erging from its forehead.
Mr. Yimu, whose soul was fading almost to invisibility, looked at the Secret Realm on the verge of collapse and urged, "I'll take you out."
After he finished speaking, he transford into a dragon shadow again, burrowing into the dragon corpse of the village.
Flesh Spirit united as one.
The dragon corpse moved; those black roots and vines began to decay. Fresh green buds replaced the decay, and the village returned to its original form.
The frenzy and chaos in the dragon's solitary eye disappeared, replaced only by peace.
Li found this gaze familiar and exclaid in surprise, "Village, you're still alive! Are you okay?"
Hearing Li's words, the giant dragon shook its head.
"Just a brief return to life, hurry, this Secret Realm is about to shatter."
The vines gently lifted Zhang Ze and Li, ensuring they were seated securely before the village ascended into the air.
Lying on the village's back, Li suddenly recalled sothing, tapping the village's spine nervously and asking a few crucial questions.
"Was I long and thin before?"
"Long... long and thin."
"I rember we all were Ancestral Dragons. What was my na before?"
"It was also Li."
"What happened back then, how did I die?"
"Can't rember clearly, but the last ti I saw you, you said you were going to fight. As for the rest of the Primordial tis, I don't rember."
With that, the blue Dragon Qi smashed through the chaotic whirlpool of black and white. At the mont the Secret Realm completely disintegrated, the village, carrying Li and Zhang Ze, burst out.
...
The entire land trembled, and with the complete shattering of the Secret Realm beneath Wolong Marsh, the other two formation eyes that Brother Feng hadn't unearthed also collapsed.
Wolong Marsh surged with waves as the village carried Zhang Ze and Li, bursting out from beneath the water.
The dragon soared through the skies.
The village basked in the spring rain, taking a deep breath.
This sensation hadn't been experienced for a long ti; it turned its head to gaze afar, looking at the lake, the Lin Hai, the towns...
The village gazed at these sights, with voices from the past echoing repeatedly in its ears.
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