Rank 1 Cheng Yue Carries the Island Away Overnight!

As a princess of the Dragon Race, the White Dragon could only flee through the sea.

She was currently at the Mystic Immortal level; one more step and she would be a Golden Immortal.

But that step remained forever out of reach.

The entire Dragon Race was stuck in this state of decline.

In her desperate flight, she paid no attention to her surroundings.

Panicked, she crashed into something without knowing what it was.

Then a wave of deathly intent washed over her.

"This life ends here!"

But the moment she spoke.

A lightness came over her, and the sense of death vanished.

When she looked up again, she saw a figure.

She caught a weak glimpse before immediately fainting.

Cheng Yue was speechless.

The sea had been restless lately. Countless Dragon Race members were searching for something, filling the entire South Sea with dragons.

You'd think you'd stumbled into a dragon's nest.

Cheng Yue had already prepared to lift the island and leave again.

But that would cause too much commotion.

Fortunately, they were all weak Dragon Race members who couldn't find his hiding place.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He never expected someone to accidentally bump into his grand formation.

Looking at the small white dragon in his palm, Cheng Yue sighed.

"If it weren't for how pretty you are, I wouldn't have saved you."

After saying this, he looked at the white dragon body, still in its sickly state.

It was actually a bit cute.

Though it would be better if it weren't a scaled creature.

Not that he looked down on scales and feathers like Yuanshi.

It was just a deep-seated fear.

Like when he first saw his disciple's snake tail.

But looking at the small dragon in his palm, he didn't feel the same discomfort as before.

He then walked toward the Great Hall, ignoring the Demon Race and Dragon Race outside. Let them fight.

Once they were done, he could slip away.

No, wait. He couldn't let them leave now.

The ones outside seemed to be the Demon Race.

If they returned to report, he'd inevitably be entangled in some karma.

Cheng Yue sighed again.

"Another slaughter. What a pity—these Demon Race are all humanoid. Otherwise, I could have a feast."

With that, Cheng Yue stepped off the small island.

He carefully sensed the many Demon Race in the South Sea.

Pathetically weak. As for the Dragon Race, they were so feeble he couldn't be bothered.

But the Dragon Race had been weak ever since the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation.

He knew this well but didn't care to intervene.

Leaving the island, Cheng Yue pointed a finger, and countless Demon Race instantly fell dead.

Their corpses floated on the sea's surface.

Their True Spirits were utterly extinguished.

No trace of karma remained.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Yue nodded.

Then he looked at the Golden Wheel of Merit behind him. It hadn't changed at all.

Killing should bring karmic sin.

If killing brought no sin, it was proof enough that those he killed were not good people.

They were all great villains and evildoers.

Cheng Yue had a faint smile on his lips as he thought of this.

"This time, I suppose I've done the world a favor by removing a scourge."

With that, he returned to the small island, but turned back to instruct the Dragon Race members before him.

These Dragons, who had just been fleeing for their lives, were now suddenly freed and stood dazed.

They didn't know Cheng Yue's identity, but they could tell he was a reclusive Great Power.

Then Cheng Yue spoke.

"You may go back. Take this young dragon with you. Once you leave, do not reveal my identity, nor mention that I dwell here."

After saying this, he tossed the young dragon in his palm to them and immediately returned to his island.

Yet Cheng Yue then felt a lingering unease.

He turned back and stared intently at the Dragons before him.

He prepared to uproot the island and leave once they departed.

He had acted this time, even annihilating a True Spirit.

But he still needed to guard against the Demon Race coming to cause trouble.

The simplest way was to flee with his disciple.

Sitting on the island, he thought it over carefully.

"In the Primordial World, there's no place that's completely safe."

"This Wu-Yao War is a struggle for heaven and earth, which proves that staying on land isn't safe enough."

"The East Sea, West Sea, and North Sea are all unsafe."

"Now it seems the South Sea isn't safe either. What should I do?"

At this thought, Cheng Yue grew somewhat troubled.

Could he hide in the water?

In the water, a couple of powerful Dragons might still find him.

But it seemed much safer.

After all, he had witnessed the Dragon Race's plight today.

If so, it might work.

He'd just need to head toward the edge of the Primordial World Continent.

Having decided, Cheng Yue watched as the Dragons mostly departed.

He stomped his foot, and the island began to sink toward the seabed.

But a formation kept the seawater out, ensuring the safety of the island's inhabitants.

Once underwater, Cheng Yue left the island.

He hoisted the island onto one shoulder and flew toward the edge of the Primordial World near the South Sea.

In such a desolate place, he doubted anyone would come.

Wait?

"A desolate place?"

"The world is divided into Yin and Yang. The Primordial World has a bright side, so naturally there's a dark side."

"That Minghe Ancestor dwells in the dark side of the Primordial World—that's true desolation."

"The dark side is vast. If I went there, wouldn't it be even safer?"

"No, that's not right. Not good, not good. Minghe Ancestor cultivates the path of slaughter. If he finds me and uses me to test his sword, wouldn't that be a total loss?"

He abandoned the idea after thinking it over.

To say nothing else, given the current situation, it was indeed somewhat risky.

Not to mention other factors, just the present circumstances posed problems.

So he looked at the situation before him and spoke directly.

"Fine, I'll settle here for now. If trouble comes knocking, I'll head to the dark side of the Primordial World then."

With that, he watched the island drift toward the edge of the Primordial World.

On the island, Fuxi walked out, looking somewhat astonished.

He turned to Nuwa, who wore a helpless expression.

"Sister, what is Master doing?"

Nuwa rubbed her forehead and finally shook her head as she spoke.

"What else could it be? Our master hates trouble. So this isn't anything else—he's just fleeing."

Fuxi was stunned. Fleeing?

Even a Great Power that makes Sages tread carefully could still escape with their life?

Knowing his own sect was unusual, he didn't ask further.

He just looked at Nuwa before him, and they exchanged a bitter glance.

Walking through the sea, Cheng Yue couldn't help grumbling.

"In my past life, I heard about that top donor guy hauling a railroad track away overnight. Now I'm even more impressive—lugging an entire Island as I flee by night."

"Ah, but I'm no top donor either!"