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Mist Mountain God Venerable waved a hand, and the barrier at the entrance vanished. He had been in seclusion for years, perhaps, but had made precious little progress. At their level of cultivation, advancing any further required a tremendous stroke of fortune.

But even if he couldn't steam a bun, he could still fight for a breath of pride. This time, he was determined to reach the Tribulation Transcendence Realm before that old deadbeat dragon.

So who exactly was this blindfolded child? Could that dragon's temperament have changed so much in a mere five hundred years? Would he willingly shelter a child who had only just begun cultivating?

Mist Mountain God Venerable knew his own secret realm well. For it to automatically "gather" people around someone, that person had to carry an unmistakable trace of the Divine Dragon's aura. Had the outside world become so... incomprehensible?! If even Cheng Wei had turned out like this, then Jun Zhaoying of the neighboring Hehe Sect must be even more... No. Better not think about it.

"Enough speculation. Once I test him, I'll have my answer."

Wen Xu had no idea that his master's old friend had emerged from seclusion and was about to arrive. He was still fleeing for his life. Once Chunchou's maneuver broke the Water Prison Formation, scalding heat poured down from the sky. Even as cultivators, they could not dodge it in time, and all of them now bore burns of varying severity.

They were minor injuries, though—nothing compared to the blood the first blast had shaken from their seven orifices.

By the time they stumbled into a relatively safe spot, Bian Chunchou was wheezing like a broken bellows. "No. I can't go on! I don't have a shred of spiritual energy left. I really don't!"

Chen Zui leaned