Chapter 2003

Cihang Jingzhai had few people, but still nearly a hundred.

Now, nine out of ten have been killed or wounded—this is a devastating loss.

Fan Qinghui sighed: "This is a natural disaster—how could it be avoided? It is the will of heaven!"

As she spoke, a beast's roar erupted from beneath the earth, the rumbling intensifying and the ground shaking more violently.

Feeling the ground tremble, everyone hastily retreated several hundred meters.

Crack!

Suddenly, in a deep abyss below, a pair of crimson lanterns rose.

Upon closer look, they were a pair of savage, cruel eyes.

As the red pupils rose, they tore the earth open, extending hundreds of meters, and a colossal beast slowly emerged from beneath the ground.

The beast was over five hundred meters long, with two horns on its head, four claws, and its entire body was covered in pitch-black scales that gleamed with a metallic sheen, reflecting light under the sun and radiating a chilling aura.

The beast resembled a dragon, exuding a terrifying aura that sent chills through Fan Qinghui and the others.

"W-What kind of monster is this? Why is there such a beast beneath Emperor's Tread Peak?!"

Fan Qinghui, half-delirious, muttered to herself.

Yet she did not know that the Palace of the Startled Goose wandered beneath the earth, shifting its position according to celestial star movements, emerging once every sixty years.

And when the demonic dragon mutated, the Divine War Palace was precisely drifting through the earth veins beneath Emperor's Tread Peak.

This in itself was nothing unusual.

The Divine War Palace, buried underground, had no contact with those on the surface.

But when the demonic dragon mutated, it burst straight out of the Divine War Palace, rupturing the earth veins and destroying the very terrain that gathered spiritual energy for Cihang Jingzhai.

Now, its eyes glowed crimson as it stared at Fan Qinghui and her group, its gaze flickering with hunger—and lust.

Dragons are inherently lustful, insatiable in their desires.

Added to this, its mutation's origin was to enhance this world; now, whenever it saw any creature, it desired to breed, using its own power to create a new race.

Fan Qinghui and the others felt their bodies freeze, unable to move even an inch.

"Feixuan, go!"

Shi Feixuan wanted to cry.

She wanted to flee, but she could not move at all.

The mutated demonic dragon was too powerful—she could not even bear a single thread of its aura.

Fan Qinghui felt despair; her Cihang Jingzhai's lineage was about to be extinguished.

At that moment, a clear voice rang down from the sky: "So the demonic dragon is here!"

"It's the nun!"

Shi Feixuan struggled to lift her head and saw three figures standing in the sky: a girl in black, a woman in yellow, and one she knew best—Wan Wan of the Yin Gui Sect.

Fan Qinghui looked up, her heart filled with shock.

"They say the mistress of the Flying Horse Pasture is a celestial being with peerless divine power—could this be her? But who is the other, whose aura is even more piercing?"

As she thought this, the girl in black drew her sword.

"Xiuxun, take the others and leave—this is mine."

Before the words had fully left her mouth, a sharp killing intent surged up the blade and slashed toward the demonic dragon.

Instantly, the void twisted.

The swordlight blazed brilliantly, cleaving through the heavens.

Roar!

The demonic dragon roared upward and spat out a glowing orb to meet the swordlight.

Boom—

The swordlight and the orb collided, unleashing a violent explosion.