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The towering, magnificent Dragon Gate stood atop golden Auspicious Clouds.

Its colors were vivid, its form distinct and clear. The ancient, mysterious architecture and exquisite stone carvings seemed beyond the mortal world, revealing a profound and weighty heritage. Its mottled damage recorded the vicissitudes of spring breezes and autumn rains as all living beings gazed up at it.

Three gates and four pillars were built of jade, carved with cloud-patterned trim. Divine dragons coiled around them with majestic grandeur, and heaven and earth stood solemn.

Dignified and stately, ancient and elegant.

No matter how rampant evil spirits and Filth Qi became, they could not shake the Dragon Gate in the slightest. It was as though it had silently watched over the world for countless ages. Only the mysterious sword of unknown origin lodged between the two characters for Dragon Gate ruined that solemnity.

The Chunyang Palace Master's treasured sword in Chu Zhe's hand was no ordinary item. Sword Qi crisscrossed as battle raged!

The Black Bone Corpse felt events straying further and further from expectations. Whether the altar succeeded or failed, it should have drawn out humanity's strength and slaughtered it in advance. Neither human cultivators nor ordinary armies could possibly win; the world's fall was merely a matter of time. Everything had been normal—until those demonic beasts suddenly appeared and disrupted the plan.

Then came this bizarre, inexplicable Dragon Gate...

As they fought, the Black Bone Corpse realized that although it could clearly see its opponent, it often failed to strike them. It immediately understood that it had fallen under the fox demon's Illusion Technique. By the time it broke free of the illusion, it had taken another spear strike and two staff blows. The vicious creature flew into a rage.

"Stinking fox, get out here! You wretch!"

"Eek~