She stepped through the stone gate.
Light and shadow swirled as the world spun around her.
By the time her feet touched solid ground again, the sound of wind and snow had vanished.
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes slightly.
This was an exceedingly vast great hall.
The dome soared high above, its summit nowhere in sight, while the surrounding walls were built from enormous stones.
At the center of the hall stood only a winding staircase leading upward.
The staircase was broad enough for more than a dozen people to walk abreast, but a layer of gray mist shrouded its steps, making it impossible to see where it led.
At this moment.
The great hall was far from deserted.
The groups that had entered earlier had each claimed their own clearly defined areas.
Jiang Yuechu entered with her blade in hand, making no effort to conceal the sound of her footsteps.
As those footsteps rang out.
Every demon's gaze turned toward her.
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained unchanged. Her eyes swept across the hall before finally settling on the winding staircase.
"Why aren't they moving?"
She turned her head and glanced at the Old Red Flood Dragon, who was shrinking timidly behind her.
Red Sun Demon Venerable was equally bewildered.
Although he had entered the Mountain-Viewing Realm and was an ancestor of the Southern Abyss lineage... this was still his first time coming here.
Still, he had lived long enough and had heard of the records passed down within his clan. He vaguely guessed the truth. "This Dragon-Washing Pool is called a pool, but it is actually a tower. The tower has eight levels, each level a separate heaven. Only those who pass through all eight barriers and reach the summit may see the Dragon-Ascension Platform."
"The True Dragon Remains are