Ao Guang's first meaning was that if they came up against the Phoenix Race or Qilin Race, they should seize as many opportunities from them as possible, but not go too far and damage the friendship among the three races.
However, the hatred between the Dragon Race and the Demon Race ran far deeper, especially for Ao Guang. He would never forget how Eastern Emperor Taiyi had once marched upon the East Sea and forcefully slaughtered the older generation of Sihai Dragon Kings.
His father had been among them. If not for the Demon Race's current overwhelming power, he would have attacked them long ago.
Thus, Ao Guang's second meaning was that if they encountered members of the Demon Race, they need not hold back. If they could kill, then kill.
When Chen Xiang woke up again, he found himself in an unfamiliar mountain forest. Having never traveled far from home before, he felt somewhat afraid.
Chen Xiang stood up and walked forward, gripping the Lotus Lantern tightly as he tentatively called out, "Is anyone there?"
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Chen Xiang grew more and more frightened. He ran forward in panic, heedless of where he was going.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Xiang suddenly felt his vision brighten. He instinctively looked up and saw the blazing sun hanging high above the nine heavens, radiating boundless light, driving away darkness and loneliness, and bringing warmth to all living beings.
Before him was a marketplace filled with all kinds of people coming and going. There were martial artists in fitted clothes, cultivators with the bearing of immortals, powerful figures cultivating secret realm arts, and cultivators clad in mech armor and wielding mechanical creations.
For a moment, Chen Xiang, who had spent all his life tucked away in