Three thousand li north.
The mountains and rivers beneath her feet had long since lost their green hues.
The golden light abruptly stopped.
Jiang Yuechu stood among the clouds, letting ice and snow settle on her shoulders.
She tilted her head slightly, looking toward the northern horizon.
Ahead, where heaven met earth, demonic aura surged into the sky.
So this was the Dragon-Washing Pool?
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes, but did not recklessly barge in.
Although she could now slaughter those in the Burning Lamp Realm like dogs, that did not mean she was invincible.
Since she was here to wreck their gathering, she naturally had to gauge their strength first. Know yourself and your enemy, and you could wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
As she pondered this,
out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a streak of crimson light along the horizon to her left, skulking beneath the clouds as it tried to take a roundabout route.
Judging by its direction, it was also heading for the Dragon-Washing Pool.
For some reason, however, it was not going straight toward the center, but attempting to circle around from the side.
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow, and her figure instantly vanished.
Boom-
A shock wave swept through the sky.
In the blink of an eye, a dark figure stood squarely in the red light's path.
"Who's there?!"
The red light screeched to a halt, revealing an old man in a dark red robe.
His face was aged, and a single horn, crimson as blood, protruded from his forehead.
At the sight of the person blocking his path, and especially upon sensing the terrifying killing intent she had made no effort to conceal,
his pupils abruptly contracted, and he instinctively retreated half a step.
Demonic power surged