Within the Domain of the Unreal, the four directions were inverted; heaven sank while earth floated.
As Jiang Sheng went to the Mirage Dragon's lair to search for traces of Yellow Brow, Lingluo remained behind to keep watch over this young Mirage Dragon for him.
There was good reason to call it young. Though this Mirage Dragon possessed Void Refinement cultivation, it was at most two thousand years old. For a dragon race, two thousand years was roughly equivalent to a human's coming-of-age years.
Any Dragon Clan member who safely reached the Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation realm could generally live for ten thousand years or more. An exotic breed like a Mirage Dragon cultivated as easily as eating and drinking; reaching Void Refinement involved virtually no bottlenecks—it was simply the natural course of water flowing into a channel.
The Mirage Dragon before them clearly possessed Void Refinement cultivation gained by sleeping its way upward, with little experience in battle. This was its bloodline talent. As an innate sacred exotic breed, it naturally had certain extraordinary qualities.
Lingluo was not actually very interested in this Mirage Dragon. She merely habitually teased and frightened it a little, wanting to see the pitiful look on the little fellow's face.
Yet this Mirage Dragon had some backbone. Losing to Jiang Sheng was one thing, but before Lingluo, it merely glared without uttering a word. Human and dragon stared each other down until an aura approached.
Before the Mirage Dragon could react, Lingluo flicked out both hands, and two Night Owl Spits Blades daggers slid into her palms. She fixed her gaze ahead, and the short swords smoothly sliced open space, cutting through the chaotic currents of spiritual energy and exposing the void beyond the rift.
The Mirage Dragon's eyes widened as it watched