As the Dragon Princess, White Dragon Princess could only flee through the sea.
She was now merely a Mystic Immortal. One step further, and she would become a Golden Immortal.
Yet she had never managed to take that step.
The entire Dragon Race was in this awkward state of decline.
In her desperate flight, she paid no attention to her surroundings.
In her panic, she did not know what she had crashed into.
Then she felt the approach of death.
"My life is over!"
But the words had barely left her mouth.
Her body suddenly felt lighter, and the sensation of death vanished completely.
When she raised her head again, she saw a figure.
She was somewhat weak; after only one glance, she immediately fainted.
Cheng Yue was speechless.
The sea had been rather unsettled lately. Many Dragon Race members were searching for something, and dragons filled the entire South Sea.
Anyone might have thought they had entered a dragon's nest.
Cheng Yue had already been prepared to pick up the island and leave again.
But that would have caused too much commotion.
Fortunately, they were all weak Dragon Race members and could not discover this place.
He had finally relaxed.
Yet someone had still stumbled into his grand formation by sheer accident.
Looking at the little white dragon in his palm, Cheng Yue sighed.
"If you were not so pretty, I would never have saved you."
As he spoke, he looked at her white dragon body and her sickly condition.
She seemed rather adorable.
Of course, it would have been even better if she were not a scaled creature.
It was not that he looked down on those covered in scales and feathers like Yuanshi did.
He simply felt a faint fear deep in his heart.
It was like how he had felt when he first saw his disciple's snake tail.
Yet, looking at the little dragon in his palm, he did not feel as uncomfortable as before.
He then headed toward the great hall. As for the Demon Race and Dragon Race outside, they could fight all they wanted.
Once they finished fighting, he could slip away.
No, he could not let them leave now.
The ones outside appeared to be from the Demon Race.
If they returned and reported this, he would inevitably become entangled in karma.
Cheng Yue sighed.
"I have to kill again. What a pity. These Demon Race members are all in human form; otherwise, I could have had a bit of meat."
With that, Cheng Yue stepped out of the island.
He carefully sensed the many Demon Race members in the South Sea.
They were pathetically weak. As for the Dragon Race, they were so weak that he could not even be bothered to acknowledge them.
The Dragon Race had been declining for a long time since the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation.
Naturally, Cheng Yue knew this, but he could not be bothered to concern himself with it.
After leaving the island, Cheng Yue pointed a finger, and countless Demon Race members died instantly.
Their corpses floated to the surface of the sea.
Their True Spirits were completely extinguished.
Not a trace of karma remained.
Seeing this scene, Cheng Yue nodded.
He then looked at the Golden Wheel of Merit behind him, only to find that it had not changed in the slightest.
Killing people should have incurred karmic sin.
If killing brought no karmic sin, it was enough to prove that those he had killed were not good people.
They were all vicious, heinous creatures.
At that thought, Cheng Yue smiled faintly.
"This time, I can be considered to have rid the common people of evil."
After saying that, he returned to the island, though he still turned to instruct the Dragon Race members before him.
These Dragon Race members, who had just been pursued and slaughtered, had suddenly escaped danger and were already dumbfounded.
They did not know Cheng Yue's identity, but they could tell that he was a reclusive Great Power.
Cheng Yue then spoke.
"You may return. Take this little dragon back with you. Afterward, do not reveal my identity when you go out, nor mention that I live here."
After saying that, he tossed the little dragon in his palm to them and immediately returned to his cultivation.
Yet Cheng Yue soon felt that this was somewhat unreliable.
He turned and carefully stared at the many Dragon Race members before him.
Once they left, he planned to carry the island away.
This time, he had made a move. Although he had destroyed their True Spirits,
he still had to guard against the Demon Race coming to cause trouble.
The simplest way was to take his disciples and flee.
Sitting on the island, he thought carefully.
"There is no place in the Primordial World that is completely safe."
"In this Wu-Yao War, they are fighting over Heaven and Earth. That proves it is not safe enough for me to remain on land."
"The East Sea, West Sea, and North Sea are all unsafe."
"Now, it seems the South Sea is unsafe as well. What should I do?"
Thinking of this, Cheng Yue became somewhat melancholy.
Could he hide underwater instead?
If he went underwater, one or two powerful Dragon Race members might still discover him.
But it did seem much safer.
After all, he had seen the Dragon Race's current circumstances with his own eyes today.
If that was the case, it could work.
He might simply need to head toward the edge of the Primordial World Continent.
After thinking it through, Cheng Yue saw that most of the Dragon Race members around him had left.
He stomped his foot, and the island began to sink toward the seabed.
However, formations surrounded it, preventing seawater from rushing in and ensuring the safety of the living beings on the island.
Once they entered the water, Cheng Yue left the island.
With one hand, he directly carried the island and flew toward the region of the South Sea near the edge of the Primordial World.
Once he reached such a desolate place, he refused to believe anyone would come.
Wait?
"A desolate place?"
"The world is divided into Yin Yang. Since the Primordial World has a Yang side, it naturally has a Yin side."
"That ancestor Minghe resides on the Yin side of the Primordial World. That is the truly desolate place."
"The Yin side is vast. If I go there directly, would it not be even safer?"
"No, that would not do. Ancestor Minghe cultivates the Dao of Slaughter. If he finds me and uses me to sacrifice his sword, would that not be a huge loss?"
After thinking it over, he abandoned the idea.
Setting everything else aside, under the current circumstances, it was indeed somewhat dangerous.
Even just looking at the present situation, there were some problems.
He then looked at the situation before him and spoke directly.
"Fine. I'll settle here first. If trouble comes knocking, I can head to the Yin side of the Primordial World then."
After saying that, he watched the island move toward the edge of the Primordial World.
Within the island, Fuxi emerged with a look of shock on his face.
He then looked at Nuwa beside him, who wore an expression of helplessness.
"Little sister, Master is...?"
Nuwa rubbed her forehead, then finally could not help shaking her head as she spoke.
"What else could he be doing? Our Master is someone who fears trouble, so this is nothing else. He is simply running for his life."
Fuxi was instantly stunned. Running for his life?
Could a Great Power feared even by Sages be running for his life?
But knowing that their sect was unusual, he did not ask.
He merely exchanged a bitter look with Nuwa.
As Cheng Yue traveled through the sea, he could not help grumbling.
"I once saw someone in my previous life say that the top donor carried railroad tracks and fled overnight. Now I'm even more impressive, carrying an island and running away overnight."
"Alas, but I'm not some top donor!"
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