The disciples of Big Bamboo Peak, apart from their eldest senior brother Song Daren and Fifth Senior Brother Lu Daxin, had all gathered in the Inner Swamp.
The senior and junior brothers were now standing on a higher level of the towering giant tree. Soldiers held this area, and even the righteous cultivators had been intimidated into staying on the level below by their formation.
The four enormous characters, "Treasury of the Heavenly Emperor," hung in midair, so imposing they shook the soul. Beneath them stood two colossal doors, large enough for even the Black Water Mystic Snake to enter. Luo Yunji and the others were so short that they didn't even reach half the diameter of the snake's pupil. This comparison should give some idea of just how gigantic those doors were!
"Could people really have built this?" Wu Dayi gazed up at the giant doors, his face filled with utter shock.
The others weren't much better. Most had been so stunned that they'd lost the ability to speak.
Luo Yunji, however, wasn't paying much attention to the enormous doors. He sat on the Golden Sedan Chair, looking thoroughly troubled. A battle was raging on top of his head.
Ever since Yellow Bird had shrunk down and perched on his head, Little Dragon, who had long since claimed that spot, had kept trying to coil around it.
Yellow Bird was no ordinary creature.
In the Inner Swamp, even Dahei and Long Zi together hadn't been able to defeat it outright. Who knew where Little Dragon got the nerve? Wasn't it afraid Yellow Bird would get annoyed and swallow it in one bite?
On the level below, Xiao Yicai and the others gazed at the path leading upward, their expressions complicated. Soldiers stood there, but the ones truly blocking their