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Ji Linglong's face lit up with joy as she quickly brushed the sand off herself and stood up. Could it be that this was it?
A few young girls, barely surviving thanks to the protective talismans, helped each other up, their faces filled with hope. "Sister Jiang, does this mean we’re safe now?"
Ji Linglong hesitated but nodded, unable to hide the smile on her face. It should be like this, right? The Divine Dragon had said that as long as it was released, everything would be fine from then on.
Realizing Master Qingxu slightly cupped his hands and spoke cautiously, "Is the true Xunshui Dragon Lord really within this body?"
"Indeed, it is I," came the reply.
The Master of Yun Palace clumsily got up from the ground, glaring at it in disbelief and shouting hoarsely, "How is that possible? We sealed you so deeply; how could you escape?"
Those demons had said that the Soul-Settling Nails, tainted with demonic energy and blood of resentment, were the natural enemies of such divine beasts. How could it possibly break free?
Suddenly, he recalled what the elder had mentioned about a disciple from the Xiaoyao Sect and realized with a start. "Oh, I see! It was another disciple from the Xiaoyao Sect who released you, right? Hahaha! You thought everything would be easily resolved just because they freed you?"
"You are too naive! We have made preparations far beyond this!"
Now that this evil dragon was tainted with murderous sins, what could you do even if you came? Even if you could control it for a moment, as long as you remained in this body, you would constantly be infected by its sins. Sooner or later, you too would become like this evil dragon!
Moreover, once your soul returned to your body, your strength would surge dramatically. Across the land, there would likely be no one who could stop you!
The Master of Yun Palace clapped his hands in laughter, his expression frenzied. "This is wonderful! You think you've summoned a savior; little do you know that this is what truly brings disaster to Jiangling. If one day Jiangling falls and countless lives are lost, it will all be the fault of your Xiaoyao Sect and all of you righteous disciples!"
He no longer cared about anything else. From the moment he came into contact with the Dragon Soul, he knew that everyone in Yun Palace would not escape death. Since that was the case, why fear anything?
It would be better to drag more people down into hell!
As for these members of the Carefree Sect, and this cursed dragon, none shall escape!
The appearance of the cursed dragon will surely bring devastation to the living, and with it, the reputation of the Carefree Sect will be utterly destroyed. As for this cursed dragon, it will be hunted down and killed by the united forces of the immortal sects.
Even if it can temporarily control itself and maintain a semblance of clarity, what does that matter? Will those righteous cultivators simply ignore a threat that will inevitably harm the mortal realm?
Perhaps they will even force it to end its own life.
This is good, very good! Since it has destroyed my Cloud Palace, no one shall survive!
Whether the immortal sects suffer heavy losses in their joint effort to slay the cursed dragon, or whether the dragon unleashes a massacre and stirs up chaos, it will all be a grand spectacle.
With such a show accompanying my demise, I cannot consider myself wronged.
The scene was silent, only the Master of Cloud Palace laughed maniacally as if he had lost his mind. The cursed dragon merely watched him quietly, neither sad nor happy, with a hint of pity.
Ji Linglong's heart trembled; she spoke softly. "Senior Divine Dragon, is what he said true? Will you eventually be...?"
"Of course it's true!" I said. "This cursed dragon may be trapped in a formation, but its consciousness spreads throughout Jiangling. How could it not know what kind of situation it would face upon coming here? Yet it still deceived you into opening the formation."
"Hahaha! You think you've done something good, but you are merely falling into its trap!"
Could it really be so?
Seeing that the cursed dragon remained silent, Ji Linglong couldn't help but tremble lightly. An unprecedented fear and chill swept over her.
Am I a sinner of the mortal realm?
Qi Xiao rushed over, finally catching up. Hearing such words, he was filled with rage. A beam of sword light shattered the high platform into pieces. The disciples of Cloud Palace fled in panic but were pinned in place by the overwhelming pressure from Master Qingxu.
The Master of Cloud Palace brushed off his clothes and stood up, tears glistening in his eyes as he wore a mocking smile.
He clasped his hands within his sleeves and looked at Qi Xiao with a half-smile. "Young friend, you are the one who released the cursed dragon, aren't you? If so, what choice will you make now?"
Qi Xiao's hand trembled as he held his sword.
He certainly did not want to believe the words of the Master of Cloud Palace.
Previously, in the mural illusion, he had seen through the eyes of the Divine Dragon how Jiangling had evolved over thousands of years—its rise and fall—and he could naturally feel the deep and enduring love that the Divine Dragon held for Jiangling.
It had protected Jiangling for so long; Qi Xiao could not believe that it would allow itself to be harmed.
Yet that dragon remained silent there, not uttering a word in its defense.
He raised his sword towards the giant dragon, his eyes filled with hatred.
I need a reason.
He was unwilling to believe it.
If the Divine Dragon truly intended to harm him and wreak havoc upon the living, then he would fight to the death to stop it.
Though as fragile as a mayfly, he had no choice but to stand in its way.
He practiced the Path of Indifference, which meant having no attachments, no regrets, and no guilt.
If he were to leave today, even if he preserved his life, his heart would shatter, and he would give rise to inner demons.
If he was wrong today, he would fight without retreating, seeking redemption for himself.
You should know that you cannot stop me.
Even if you cannot stop me, you will still try.
A mere ant dares to block my path? Even if you sacrifice your life here, those mortal cultivators will only see you as the one who unleashed the evil dragon, cursing and despising you day after day, believing you deserve your fate.
Moreover, as a mere Golden Core cultivator, you cannot withstand even a second of my power; a single breath of my dragon's breath would dissolve you.
Out of consideration for your efforts in rescuing me, I won’t hold this against you; you should leave quickly.
Qi Xiao’s eyelashes trembled, his expression darkened as he couldn’t help but smile bitterly. So it was true what that mad old man said; is this really how you think?
So what if it is true? So what if it isn’t? In my presence, you are nothing but dust; do you think you have a choice? I grant you a chance at survival—do not be ungrateful.
But Qi Xiao did not move; the tip of his sword pointed at the Evil Dragon.
Today, even if I die, I will not retreat.
The Evil Dragon fell silent for a moment. I have said that those people will never be grateful; they will only curse you for your fate.
Qi Xiao’s expression remained cold. If I am wrong, then I must bear the consequences myself.
Very well, since that is the case, I will give you a chance to challenge me.
The river surged like an ocean, pouring down like rain. Amidst the curtain of rain that obscured the sky and sun, Elder Chang and Master Qingxu’s expressions changed slightly as they attempted to bring Qi Xiao away.
But a torrent of water swept them far away; Qi Xiao was also shaken by the impact and felt dizzy. He struggled against it but was pulled into the river’s depths.
Gurgle gurgle...
Qi Xiao slowly sank, his consciousness growing fainter. Just then, a bubble of spiritual energy gently enveloped him.
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