Yue Qianchou, who had fled back to Utopia in a panic, dropped heavily onto a cliffside. The moment Hong Tailong saw his wretched state, blood streaming from all seven orifices, he sprang up in shock. "Where are the mysterious weapons you brought? Did you run into the Demon God again?"
Yue Qianchou nodded and quickly examined his injuries. He found that although the commotion just now had been terrifying, his injuries were far better than last time. He had merely been frightened badly enough that his legs felt weak.
"I told you, but you wouldn't listen. Well, look at you now! You brought this trouble upon yourself..." Hong Tailong glared and unleashed a crackling barrage of scolding. Finally, he sighed. "At least it's a blessing amid misfortune. You escaped alive again. Being alive is what matters..."
Before he could finish, both men's expressions changed. Utopia's entire atmosphere instantly became extraordinarily grave, as though some terrifying thing had fixed its gaze upon it. Slowly, they raised their heads to look into the sky, where a pair of enormous, dreamlike demonic eyes appeared high above, locking onto the ground below.
This was not the first time Yue Qianchou had seen those eyes. He knew them all too well. He had never expected them to track him all the way to Utopia, and he was nearly scared out of his wits. Hong Tailong was likewise dumbfounded. Such an aura that overawed the world descended from the heavens; unless he was a fool, he could guess whose eyes they belonged to. Swallowing with difficulty, he said, "It's the Demon God!"
Everyone in Misty Palace had been startled out into the open, staring up in indescribable terror. Many did not know what was happening, while some had seen this before. Nong Zhu, for instance, had