Spiraling!
Spiraling!
Rising!
Rising!
Boom!
The black dragon's head finally burst out of that unfathomably deep black hole, as though an eternity of a thousand years had passed.
"Whoosh."
The dragon's head did not shoot straight into the Ninth Heaven. Instead, it halted before Lu Qiji.
Those eyes, veiled in blood, met Lu Qiji's gaze. An aura of corrosion and destruction surged toward her.
The dragon race!
A true, naturally born giant dragon!
This was the villainous male lead from a tale passed down through Shenzhou for tens of thousands of years—the demon every young man dreamed of slaying to rescue the princess.
It was close enough to touch.
Lu Qiji only needed to reach out to touch its sharp horns, which resembled the branches of a dead tree; its head, hard as blue bricks and black stone; and its black scales, covered in lightning.
Ugly, majestic, magnificent, imposing—and familiar.
Lu Qiji felt an indescribable familiarity toward this black dragon. Throughout heaven and earth, across the vastness of Shenzhou, there was no one more familiar with it than she was.
Lu Qiji wanted badly to reach out and touch it.
That was what she thought, and so that was what she did.
Thus, the badly wounded girl kneeling on the ground extended her small hand toward the black dragon.
She reached out and gently stroked the black scales atop its head.
They were icy to the touch, as though she had placed her hand upon ten-thousand-year-old ice.
Yes, dragons were hot by nature, and dragon blood was even hotter, but a dragon's scales were cold.
The chill penetrated to the bone—a body structure that could only be called wondrous.
A powerful rebound force surged forth, while hundreds and thousands of bolts of lightning converged upon the place where Lu Qiji's