Wu Jue worked hard to calm himself and settle his mind. He began to wonder about the origins of this world.
While wandering the Three Thousand Great Worlds, he had unfortunately been swept into a turbulent flow of spacetime while fighting others over a supreme treasure. By the time he woke, he was already here.
He had left the Heavenly Spirit Great World many years ago, and though he had been to many worlds, he was still shocked by the spiritual energy of this realm.
"Just what kind of place is this..."
Wu Jue sensed the dense demonic qi in every direction and suspected he had come to a world of the Demon Race.
Among the Three Thousand Great Worlds, there were not many worlds ruled by the Demon Race.
Suddenly, a gale came howling in, kicking up dust and scorched smoke, muddying Wu Jue's vision and making him even more tense.
When his sight cleared, his eyes flew wide. He saw a yellow dragon with four wings flying through the sky; even the sea of clouds could not hide its enormous body. A vast aura descended, making him feel as if he were suffocating.
Wu Jue was a Luo Heaven Carefree Immortal, after all, and one who had endured countless hardships, yet facing this dragon, he felt so small, as if the other party could pinch him to death with a single claw.
Most terrifying of all, there was a person standing atop the dragon's head. Though that person's figure seemed tiny against the four-winged demon dragon, his presence was incomparably powerful, making it impossible for Wu Jue to ignore him.
Wu Jue's heartstrings drew taut. He felt as if he were about to fall into a hopeless situation, with no idea how he could turn danger into safety