Above the boundless clouds, a rift in space opened slightly. Upon entering it, one would see a pocket world of blue skies, white clouds, and peach forests fragrant with blossoms.
At the heart of the pocket world lay an enormous emerald spiritual lake.
At this moment, a small skiff drifted across the lake, swaying idly from side to side with the breeze.
Four cultivators sat upon the skiff like four fishermen, gathered around a tea stove and freely drinking spiritual tea.
Of course, if any Nascent Soul Cultivator were here, they would discover that these four were none other than the decision-makers of the Central Region's four great immortal sects—four of the few Spirit Transformation Divine Lords.
The four sipped their spiritual tea as they looked out beyond the void, yet none of them spoke.
Even though matters outside concerned the life and death of Nascent Soul Cultivators, they remained unmoved.
Each of them was already over two or three thousand years old and had witnessed far too much life and death.
Other than wisps of tea smoke rising from the lake, there was only the enormous Evergreen Whisker Carp King leaping from the water to bite at peach blossoms that had fallen from the Peach Forest onto the lake.
After a long while, the cultivator dressed in scholarly Daoist robes finally spoke. "That demon corpse likely carries some True Dragon bloodline. Its strength is unexpectedly formidable. Unfortunately, it is not the original Blood Demon Jiaolong, merely a demon corpse transformed from one."
At his words, the other Spirit Transformation cultivators all nodded.
Had it been a true Blood Demon Jiaolong with such spiritual might, no matter how wary or concerned they were, they would have acted long ago. But now, they could not.
From Divine Lord Xuanwu and the