Wang Ziyu stared blankly at the black-robed figure's back.
Countless thoughts crowded into his mind, only to converge on a single point.
Among the various Grotto-Heavens and blessed lands, an unspoken understanding existed regarding the territory occupied by this mortal dynasty.
Even when dynasties changed and humanity weakened, they were not to interfere lightly with the survival of the humans here.
At times, when humanity faced utter annihilation, a Grotto-Heaven would even intervene in secret to set things right.
The explanation circulating among the various Dao Orthodoxies was merely that the humans here possessed an enduring destiny, and that there was something more to it.
But no one could explain exactly what that something was.
Even his master had kept his lips tightly sealed on the subject, 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.
Now, there was this terrifying manifestation.
And all of it had appeared in a human woman born and raised here.
Could it be...
Was this the "something more" they spoke of?
Did the humans here truly harbor some earth-shattering secret that even the Grotto-Heavens feared?
Spirit Mountain.
Its mountain ranges stretched on and on, for who knew how many thousands of miles.
Peaks thrust into the heavens like swords, wreathed year-round in clouds and mist that hid the light of day.
A waterfall plunged from the highest heavens like the Milky Way hung upside down, its thunderous roar shaking a hundred miles. Below it lay a deep pool, its chill piercing to the bone.
Suddenly.
A crimson streak tore through the sea of clouds and became a savage fire dragon, swinging its head and lashing its tail as it lunged toward one of the peaks.
Where