The Dragon Gate Desert was a world lush with greenery.
Mu, clad in green, stood atop an ancient tree, gazing sorrowfully toward the north. She knew that the remnant soul of a dragon had dispersed and returned to heaven and earth. Divine dragons were exceedingly difficult to be born; born of heaven and earth, they returned to it after death. It still lived in this world...
The sea of flowers withered, petals drifting on the wind. The birds no longer chirped, while a fat squirrel stood among the branches and watched the grieving girl high above.
The dragon bones remained in the mysterious space, suppressing the Sea of Corpses.
Just after the New Year, the three groups emerged from their ice houses and snow caves, frowning tightly as they looked toward the dragon bones surrounded by countless ice-and-snow monsters. Moments ago, waves of terrifying pressure had swept across the ice plains, while a beam of light had pierced through the wind and snow from above the nine heavens.
No one knew what had happened inside...
On the ice lake, Huang Zhao and the Silver-haired Man were on the verge of collapse. The inexplicably powerful pressure that had suddenly appeared, along with wave after wave of dragon roars, pinned the two of them to the ice so thoroughly that they could not rise. It was a fear born from the depths of their souls, impossible to resist!
"Hide... hide!"
The two brothers in misery, burdened with the hopes of so many, had endured winter and New Year's Eve on the ice lake, waiting all along for someone to save them. Who could have imagined that the entire world would forget them? With their fellow disciples waiting expectantly behind them, they survived on pills alone, suffering beyond words.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng