As she stepped through the gate to the forbidden ground, light flowed and shifted.
When the watery gleam faded, what appeared before the Demon Dragon King was a vast expanse of mountains and marshes. Its boundaries were visible to the naked eye; farther beyond lay lifelike phantom illusions. Though immense, it was still limited in scope.
There was not the slightest trace of peace within the forbidden ground. Black clouds pressed overhead, while lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Ancient, broad stone steps led upward.
They ran straight to the summit of a majestic, precipitous mountain, where brilliant halls stood atop Mountain Peak.
The master of Divine Dragon Hall, the Demon Dragon King, was now a famed figure throughout the Immortal Realm. Yet at this moment, he lowered his brows and meekly climbed on foot. He did not dare use any cloud-riding or flight techniques. Trembling, his back taut, he ascended step by step toward the palace at the mountain summit, even keeping his head lowered and not daring to look around.
The sky looked like the end of days, yet mountain streams and flying waterfalls dotted the mountainside, where grass and trees flourished. There were no beasts or fish to be seen.
From high above, one could see several mountain ridges converging at a single point, like a host of dragons circling in attendance, clustering and coiling protectively around the main dragon vein. On closer inspection, those dragon-like ridges varied in size and possessed extraordinary momentum, strikingly like true dragons lying upon the earth...
The dark-faced Demon Dragon King reached the middle of the mountain and secretly glanced to the side.
In the blink of an eye, terrifying dragon might swept over him. A bone-piercing chill flooded his entire body. He had entered the forbidden ground only a handful of