Beneath the dark-purple sky, the Primeval Devil Sacred Mountain stood between heaven and earth like a colossal sword holding up the heavens. Its towering bulk rose a million zhang high, wreathed in ancient, vast gods-and-devils aura.
Those dark-purple currents veiled the mountain like gauze. Countless intricate, timeworn patterns covered its cliffs, as though every incision bore the Dao laws of ancient epochs, radiating a pressure that made hearts tremble.
God-devil Li Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back atop the Black Heaven Devil Dragon's broad spine, clad in black robes.
The Black Heaven Devil Dragon's outstretched wings spanned several hundred zhang. Every scale gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and a faint aura of the Destruction Dao lingered around its body. Its imposing presence sent every Devil Race cultivator along the way retreating into the distance, afraid to approach.
After flying for a while, the Black Heaven Devil Dragon finally could not help drawing in its enormous head. It spoke in a deep, muffled voice, filled with the relief and lingering fear of a narrow escape. "Master, we finally got out of that damned place. It was terrifying!"
Its voice trembled somewhat theatrically, and a trace of alarm still lingered in its amber slit pupils. "In all my years, I've never seen a place so sinister. Those ancient remnant formations were far too frightening!
"Over these five years, we ran into at least seven or eight killing formations that nearly split me in two! And those ancient demonic beasts lurking in the dark were all like rabid dogs. If you hadn't acted quickly, Master, I would've died in there long ago!"
God-devil Li Qingshan stood atop the Black Heaven Devil Dragon's spine, his black robes snapping in the wind. At its exaggerated complaints, the corners of his mouth lifted