Dream

"Do you have a clever plan?"

The two old monks were truly out of options. The white flood dragon hid in the Southern Wasteland like a turtle refusing to emerge. The Demon Emperor was not someone to provoke. Even when she returned to the mountains, she cautiously took detours around the Dragon Gate Desert, a land of great calamity. She was more alert than a rabbit. Beasts excelled at hiding and lurking; if she truly wished to conceal herself, finding even a trace of her would be difficult.

And if she was not hiding, she was even less to be provoked. The several Deity Transformation Stage great powers lost in the Dragon Gate Desert were the best example. She looked innocent and harmless, yet her heart was vicious and ruthless.

Western Teachings had a simple assessment of the white flood dragon.

Greedy for life and afraid of death, cunning and savage, with endlessly varied methods of concealment. Rainclouds, rivers, lakes—even pitch-black underground rivers that no one dared enter. They would rather deal with the Demon Emperor than that slick, slippery longworm.

The Wisdom King revealed a confident, serene smile once more.

"You have overlooked one point, and it is the most crucial point of all."

"Oh? What is the problem?"

"When one's status and perspective rise too high, one always forgets the simplest and most ordinary things. We are accustomed to looking down from above, using our own understanding to deal with difficult matters. And our subordinates, because of our lofty status, blindly obey us, believing that everything we say must be right."

The two pondered it and felt that it made sense. With high cultivation and status came broad knowledge. What could be wrong with that?

The Wisdom King continued his explanation.

"Yet precisely because we stand too high,