Above the endless clouds, a mouth in the void opened slightly. Once one entered, they could see a Grotto-Heaven world of blue sky and white clouds, its peach forest brimming with fragrance.
At the center of the Grotto-Heaven lay an enormous rippling spirit lake.
At this moment, a lone skiff drifted upon the lake, swaying freely left and right with the breeze.
Four cultivators sat on the skiff, like four fishermen gathered around a tea brazier, drinking spirit tea as they pleased.
Of course, if a Nascent Soul Cultivator were here, they would discover that these four were none other than the decision-makers of the Central Region's four great immortal sects—four of the only few Spirit Transformation Divine Lords.
The four sipped their spirit tea while looking out beyond the void, yet none of them spoke.
Even though the life and death of Nascent Souls were at stake outside, they remained just as unmoved.
Each of them was already over two or three thousand years old and had experienced far too many lives and deaths.
On the lake's surface, aside from wisps of tea smoke rising, there was only the massive Evergreen Whisker Carp King leaping up to bite down on peach blossoms that had fallen from the peach forest onto the lake.
After a long while, the cultivator wearing a bookish Daoist robe finally spoke:
"This demon corpse likely carries some true dragon bloodline. To think its strength is so great. What a pity it is not the original Blood Demon Flood Dragon, but merely a demon corpse transformed from a Blood Demon Flood Dragon."
As he spoke, the few Spirit Transformation cultivators beside him all nodded.
If it were a true Blood Demon Flood Dragon with that kind of spiritual might, no matter how wary or cautious they