Another Evacuation

Mu Xian gritted his teeth and held on, sweeping his fly-whisk out once more. Azure and golden light collided fiercely in the sky, every clash erupting with a thunderous boom that shook the city below until bricks and stones flew everywhere.

But gradually, Mu Xian noticed something.

Cangwu Old Ancestor's injuries were healing at an eerie speed.

A layer of pale golden radiance emerged over those charred wounds, like countless tiny light spots gathering together. It covered the wounds, mending shattered scales and sealing the torn flesh and blood.

A rich, strange fragrance wafted from its dragon body, growing thicker and stronger until it filled the entire sky.

Mu Xian's expression changed completely.

He remembered Monk Cangyuan, that enlightened high monk who had followers across several provinces.

The gilded statues worshipped by those believers, the unceasing incense offerings day and night, and the devout prayers from the depths of their hearts—all of it transformed into the power of faith at this moment, crossing hundreds and thousands of miles to gather upon Cangwu Old Ancestor.

At that very moment, the gilded statues of Monk Cangyuan enshrined in countless temples throughout several provinces shattered at once.

Bronze statues crumbled, clay sculptures cracked, wooden idols exploded into fragments, incense fires went out, and candle stands toppled over.

The monks and believers in those temples stared at the scene before them in terror, unable to understand what had happened.

Meanwhile, far above Prince Jing'an's Mansion, the golden light on Cangwu Old Ancestor's dragon body grew ever brighter. Its injuries recovered at a visible pace, and its aura became increasingly terrifying and domineering.

At last, a trace of despair appeared in Mu Xian's eyes.

"Run!"

He shouted and flung the white jade fly-whisk from his hand.

That Three Flowers spirit artifact, which had accompanied him