Three thousand li north.
The mountains and rivers beneath her feet had long since lost their verdant hues.
Golden light came to an abrupt halt.
Jiang Yuechu stood among the clouds, letting snow settle on her shoulders.
She tilted her head slightly and gazed toward the northern horizon.
At the point where heaven and earth met ahead, demonic aura soared into the sky.
So this was the Dragon-Washing Pool?
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes and did not rush in.
Though she could now kill Lamp-Lighting cultivators as easily as slaughtering dogs, that did not mean she was invincible beneath the heavens.
Since she was going to stir things up, she first had to get the lay of the land. Know herself and her enemy, and she could take them all in one fell swoop.
As she pondered,
the corner of her eye caught a streak of crimson light in the sky to her left. It hugged the underside of the clouds, sneaking along as if trying to take a detour.
Judging by its direction, it was headed for the Dragon-Washing Pool too.
For some reason, though, it was not heading straight for the center. Instead, it seemed to be circling around from the side.
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow, and her figure vanished in an instant.
Boom—
A shockwave swept the air aside.
In the blink of an eye, a dark figure stood across the red light's path.
"Who?!"
The red light abruptly ground to a halt, revealing an old man dressed in a dark-red robe.
The old man had an aged face and a single horn growing from his forehead, crimson as blood.
When he saw the person blocking his path—and especially when he sensed the terrifying, undisguised killing intent emanating from her—
the old man's pupils contracted, and