Sanchi the Monk, Speaking Utter Nonsense

Dragon Eagle Great Emperor's expression instantly sank to rock bottom, a hundred times graver than when he had faced Dragon Skeleton Emperor Xuan Mo just now.

"This isn't some blessed land. This is a perfect illusion created by the Ancient Three-Headed Flood Dragon using its source Demonic Qi!"

"The more harmless a place seems, the more dangerous it is! What that demon is best at is using illusions to bewitch people's hearts. Back then, who knew how many super experts were deceived by this beautiful scenery and walked into its mouth of their own accord."

He stared fixedly at that calm Jade Lake, the feathers all over him unconsciously standing on end one by one, his voice so low it almost seemed to drip water.

"The Ancient Three-Headed Flood Dragon?"

Xiao Yan raised his brows slightly, and the Emperor Flame at his fingertips quietly flickered.

Sure enough, beneath that supremely pure Spiritual Qi, there was an extremely obscure, extremely deep evil aura hidden within it, like a colossal beast lurking in the deep sea. If Emperor Flame had not been the natural bane of Demonic Qi from beyond the realm, even he might not have detected it at the first moment.

"That's right."

Dragon Eagle Great Emperor took a deep breath and slowly revealed the top-secret mystery that Dragon Eagle Cave had sealed away for generations:

"What is suppressed in this Eighteen Levels of Hell is not an orthodox Demon Dragon, but the strangest and most vicious variant of the Demon Dragon lineage—the Ancient Three-Headed Flood Dragon. Its realm is late-stage Emperor Xuan Mo, equivalent to a late-stage Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign!"

Dragon Eagle Great Emperor's face was filled with solemnity.

"Hiss!"

Golden Eagle Emperor sucked in a cold breath, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

Late-stage Emperor Xuan Mo!