A colossal dragon shadow was passing through the end of the Void Corridor.
At the end of the Blood River Realm, shrouded in bloodlight and shadow, its ferocious dragon head had already pushed into the other end of the Void Corridor.
Four horns rose from its head, its serpentine pupils congealed with blood, and emerald-green light drifted across every scale. Within that green radiance, human faces rose and fell—some laughing, some wrathful, some numb, some indignant, some savage, some serene...
Yet the green light came to an abrupt halt at the dragon's neck. Beyond it stretched chains of white bones. There was not a shred of flesh upon the dragon's body, only a frame of filthy yellow bones. Tiny fleshy tumors proliferated across its massive skeleton, swelling and shrinking without cease as drops of foul black fluid dripped from them.
Malice.
Utterly undisguised, this bearing and divine might that sought to destroy all things unfolded before the Void Corridor.
What a savage, vicious evil dragon.
Yet this abomination was not the source of that towering evil strangeness. Its true origin lay elsewhere.
A genial figure stood atop the dragon's head.
His skin was snow-white, like a snow doll freshly fished from an ice jar. Layers upon layers of fat piled across his body, yet his entire form gleamed like jade. His features were proper, his brows kind, his eyes benevolent.
Like some Buddha who had failed at body management, he drifted lightly atop the evil dragon.
Half was the compassion of delivering all living beings from suffering; half was the fury of all things reaching their end.
They were utterly opposed, yet perfectly balanced. That wholly unmasked power displayed the boundless might of a Heavenly Outer Calamity Demon.
"Junior Brother Su, this is Jutuo Luo under Great Force Fearless Demon