A stretch of central land lay carpeted in bones.
Flaming clouds stained the firmament, crimson haze scattering across the earth in droplets like a Spirit Spring.
Black lions prowled across the land, broad-bodied and dozens of zhang tall, every one of them a colossal beast.
Their fur was like black needles, their enormous eyes clear and bright, their appearances savage. Some still had congealed blood clinging to their mouths and noses, as though they had only just finished feeding.
Suddenly, a fierce wind swept up dust and sand. Scattered bones upon the ground were sent rolling by the gale, drawing the black lions' attention as they raised their heads to gaze toward the sky.
An immensely long green python rode the wind through the air. Its terrifying aura spread outward, leaving the black lions below not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
"This is it—Black Lion Forest." The Myriad-Wood Heaven-Devouring Python looked down at a massive white-bone cave, piled ten thousand zhang high from skeletons, and spoke.
"Master..."
Looking closer, one could see two figures standing beside the single horn atop the Heaven-Devouring Python's head.
They were none other than Song Changming and the Flame-Floss Spirit Child he had subdued.
Yet compared to the Heaven-Devouring Python, the two were vastly smaller, like specks of dust fallen upon its head,
so tiny as to be nearly invisible.
The Heaven-Devouring Python's final address of "Master" was subdued in tone, with none of its former wild arrogance remaining.
And that "Master" was undoubtedly directed at Song Changming.
In their previous battle, Song Changming had shown no mercy and directly beaten the great serpent into submission.
In terms of cultivation, the Myriad-Wood Heaven-Devouring Python was indeed above the Flame-Floss Spirit Child, and its combat strength was also a notch greater.
But once Song Changming