Wang Ziyu stared blankly at the retreating figure in black.
Countless thoughts surged through his mind, only to converge in one place in the end.
Among the major Grotto-Heavens and blessed lands, there had always been an unspoken understanding regarding the territory occupied by this mortal dynasty.
Even if dynasties changed and the human race weakened, they could not lightly interfere with the survival of the humans in this land.
At certain moments when the human race faced utter annihilation, Grotto-Heavens would even intervene in secret, setting chaos right.
The saying passed down among the great lineages was merely that the human race in this land possessed a long and enduring fate, and that there was some hidden reason behind it.
Yet what exactly that reason was, no one could explain clearly.
Even his master had remained tight-lipped about it, telling him only not to ask further.
Now, it seemed...
Wang Ziyu drew a deep breath.
First, there had been the body of a True Dragon.
And now, there was such a terrifying phenomenon.
And all of it had appeared upon a human woman born and raised in this very land.
Could it be...
Was this the so-called hidden reason?
Did the human race here truly conceal some earth-shattering secret that even Grotto-Heavens feared?
Spirit Mountain.
The mountain range here stretched onward without end, spanning who knew how many thousands of miles.
The peaks stood like swords thrust straight into the heavens, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, hiding the light of day.
A flying waterfall plunged from the Nine Heavens like an upended Milky Way. Its roar shook a hundred miles, and beneath it lay a deep pool whose chill pierced to the bone.
Suddenly.
A crimson streak of light tore through the sea of clouds,