Boom!
A blazing corona a million miles across erupted with brilliant firelight, and a resounding dragon's cry shook heaven and earth from within it.
Then a crimson hornless dragon soared out of the corona on clouds and mist, colliding with the single-horned Pixiu, whose body seemed both gold and jade.
The next instant, the two wondrous beasts began tearing into each other between heaven and earth.
Even a realm spanning millions upon millions of miles seemed too small for them. They fought until the sky darkened and the mountains and rivers shook.
Neither True Lord Yangyan Yuanyi nor True Lord Qianxuan Lingfeng spared them a glance.
Pixiu and hornless dragons alike, these innately divine beings each had their peculiar temperaments. But they shared one trait: they followed the strong, those who had a chance of attaining Pure Yang.
True Lord Lingfeng smiled with courteous modesty. "I've long heard that a magnificent hornless dragon accompanies True Lord Yangyan Yuanyi of Penglai. Now that I've seen it, the tales were true."
"That dragon must have cultivated for ten thousand years, hasn't it?"
True Lord Yuanyi shook his head. "It's fifteen thousand years old now, though it has indeed been at my side for ten thousand years."
True Lord Lingfeng's expression suddenly turned solemn. "True Lord Yuanyi, there is something I have never understood. I'd like to ask for your guidance, though whether you answer is entirely up to you."
True Lord Yuanyi frowned briefly, then relaxed. "Ask."
True Lord Lingfeng looked at him with utter seriousness. "True Lord Yuanyi, is that step truly so difficult to cross?"
That step!
True Lord Yuanyi had not expected True Lord Lingfeng to ask him that.
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Even the fighting Pixiu and hornless dragon stopped and tilted their