Primordial Wilderness.
Qingqiu.
An isolated island in the lake.
Several streaks of lightning crisscrossed and fell. Lush plants withered one after another, leaving only dead branches standing in the long wind, crumbling to dust inch by inch.
The little building stood silent, fallen leaves swirling all around it. The lake lay dark and heavy, like a dust-covered mirror reflecting the fallen leaves across the mountains and the withered trees—a desolate, bleak scene.
In the distance, the sky was dim. Two figures walked through the air, approaching step by step.
They were Pei Ling and Dragon Queen Si Hanyong.
Their sleeves fluttered as they walked. Their steps seemed slow, yet they moved with astonishing speed. Each time their feet fell, they instantly traveled a great distance.
In the blink of an eye, they had arrived before the little building.
Si Hanyong's skirt billowed, and her pendants chimed. Pei Ling led her by the wrist, and from beginning to end, she showed no sign of impatience.
It was as though this were perfectly natural, as though it were right and proper!
Under the system's control, Pei Ling's face remained calm and expressionless. He, too, seemed to consider bringing the Dragon Queen here entirely reasonable, as if there were nothing wrong with it. Inwardly, though, he was deeply worried, his heart in his throat.
Given the situation, the system was undoubtedly going to fill in the story the Human Race had made up for him!
Last time, on the path of [Orthodox Heavenly Way], Immortal Venerable Yan Xu had personally intervened, turning the story fabricated by the Human Race into reality!
At that time, the only thing in the entire story that had truly happened was that he had indeed entered the Dragon Race's Crystal Palace alone.
Thus, when Immortal Venerable Yan Xu