The Third Gate.
Li Mu Yang lived in a small town in Jiangnan, where birds sang and flowers bloomed outside his window beneath the bright sunlight.
Li Sinian kicked open the wooden door and called urgently, "Brother, Brother! I'm taking you to see the dragon boats—"
The Fourth Gate.
Li Mu Yang stood alone atop Broken Mountain. As far as his eyes could see, those three-eyed monsters were poking their heads out of the deep earth like earthworms after the rain—
The Fifth Gate—
The Sixth Gate—
The Seventh Gate—
Kunlun Divine Palace had nine gates. The first seven represented the seven emotions of the human world: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire.
The seven emotions and six desires were the fiercest things of all—and the most wounding.
Li Mu Yang had died once before. No, he was a dragon who had died several times.
Therefore, the first seven gates had almost no effect on him, much less could they stop him from advancing.
He broke through the formation and passed each gate at the fastest speed possible, then pushed open the eighth gate.
His hurried footsteps came to a stop.
Li Mu Yang sensed danger.
It was an extremely powerful aura, a presence so imposing that even the dragon race would shrink back in fear.
The dragon race possessed the Demigod Physique and stood as the kings of all creation. If even they feared something, then it must surely stand above all living things.
At the entrance of a stone gate stood a monster that looked ferocious yet somewhat comical.
Could you imagine it?
A tiger's body with nine human heads growing from it, and nine identical faces atop those nine heads—
Didn't it look ridiculous?
But Li Mu Yang could not laugh.
The body of a