The vortex spun faster and faster, and the entire world around it sank into drifting rainwater. Even we outside were affected, but since we were not in the central area, we could only fly farther and farther away, keeping as far as possible from the place where Crossing-the-Shoulder Mountain Dragon might appear.
Dragons, snakes, fish, shrimp, ghosts, monsters, and all manner of strange creatures beneath the Sea of Reincarnation darted and thrashed wildly within that terrifying vortex. Some were even blown straight into the sky. Beneath the vortex, countless bubbles soon began to rise. This was clearly a sign that Crossing-the-Shoulder Mountain Dragon was turning over!
Grandma watched the scene expressionlessly amid the storm. I had no idea whether she had no way to deal with it or was simply confident of victory.
At that moment, the artifact spirit fanned the strange fragrance, apparently trying to make the incense burning in the censer burn faster. After all, this was the scent Crossing-the-Shoulder Mountain Dragon loved most.
Only when the incense had burned away and nothing remained but the ash in the box would Crossing-the-Shoulder Mountain Dragon truly emerge. By then, the air would be filled with the stench of dragon flesh, and I reckoned Crossing-the-Shoulder Mountain Dragon would already be as huge as the sky.
Grandma did not continue standing there waiting for death. This time, she no longer pulled magical artifacts from her high-end luxury handbag, but her aura was still astonishingly immense. She even seemed to be borrowing some sort of strange power.
Rumble!
Crash!
The torrential rain poured down as though the sky had been overturned, while thunder cracked and boomed chaotically. Heaven and earth seemed to sway and rock without end. Trapped within it, we were like a lone boat on the sea! This was a