Published: February 24, 2025
“Roar!”
The golden dragon spirit lion soared into the sky from the jungle, hovering beneath Tan Yun.
Tan Yun leaped off the Flying Sword, riding the golden dragon spirit lion, and flew towards the Entrance to the Abyss of the Buried Gods, which was three hundred thousand miles away.
Since Gongsun Ruoxi and Nangong Yuqin were being pursued by the two-headed flood dragon that emerged from within the Abyss, Tan Yun had to head to the location where the two-headed flood dragon appeared to find any traces it left behind.
At that moment, Mu Mengyi and Xue Ziyan flew above the jungle on their Flying Swords, looking at the anxious Zhong Wu Shiyao, inquiring about what had happened.
After Zhong Wu Shiyao explained the situation to Mu Mengyi and Xue Ziyan, Xue Ziyan casually remarked, "Sister Shiyao, really, what's more important, Gongsun Ruoxi's life or my brother-in-law's life?"
"For Gongsun Ruoxi, you're putting your brother-in-law at risk. You're quite something," she added.
Upon hearing this, tears streamed down Zhong Wu Shiyao's face, "I... I didn't think so much, I..."
Before Zhong Wu Shiyao could finish her words, Mu Mengyi took her hand and comforted her, "It's alright, don't listen to Ziyan's nonsense. With Tan Yun's strength to protect him, even if there is a flood dragon, it may not be able to handle him."
Mu Mengyi glanced back at Xue Ziyan and said, "You really have no filter when you speak. Shiyao is already very sad, and you still say such things."
"Hmph, I was just speaking the truth. If anything happens to my brother-in-law, Shiyao, I will never forgive you!" Xue Ziyan snorted coldly and stepped onto her Flying Sword, shooting into the jungle.
"Sister Shiyao, Ziyan has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Don't take her seriously. Don't worry, Tan Yun will be fine; I have confidence in him," Mu Mengyi reassured as she led the silent Zhong Wu Shiyao into the Illusionary Formation of All Things Returning to the Source.
"Everyone, listen to me," Mu Mengyi addressed the disciples of the Danmai.
"Elder Sister, please speak," the disciples echoed in unison.
Mu Mengyi firmly stated, "To avoid exposing our hiding place, from now on, no one is allowed to leave the formation without permission."
"Yes, Elder Sister!"
...
The jungle was three hundred thousand miles away from the Entrance to the Abyss of the Buried Gods. At a normal speed, it would take the golden dragon spirit lion over seven hours to reach there.
However, with Tan Yun anxious about Nangong Yuqin's safety, he continuously urged the golden dragon spirit lion. Consequently, it unleashed its golden demon power and, in just six short hours, reached the area above the Entrance to the Abyss of the Buried Gods by dawn the next day.
Tan Yun suppressed his anxiety, took a deep breath, and looked down.
What came into view were towering ancient peaks, reaching into the clouds.
Among these majestic mountains was a deep abyss, surrounded by black mist, the mist obscuring visibility and making it impossible to see what lay within.
The wind howled violently at the entrance to the abyss, sounding like the cries of ghosts and wolves, as if a terrifying presence lurked inside.
"Big guy, I can't see clearly, fly lower," Tan Yun commanded.
Upon his order, the golden dragon spirit lion dove down, finally hovering low in the air, its enormous eyes staring intensely below, letting out a series of roars.
Following the gaze of the golden dragon spirit lion, Tan Yun looked down and noticed a massive trench on the damp ground outside the abyss, resembling the trail left by a gigantic demon beast prowling the surface!
Tan Yun’s expression grew serious as he observed the trench closely, his brows tightly knitted as he analyzed, "The trace is three yards wide and one yard deep. This indicates that the flood dragon is at least eight yards in girth and two hundred yards long. What kind of flood dragon could be this massive?"
"Big guy, can you lock onto the direction it pursued Nangong Yuqin and Gongsun Ruoxi from its lingering scent?"