Dao-Treasuring Peak, Path-Seeking Courtyard.
White hair streamed in the wind, Daoist robes snapping and fluttering.
Fly-Whisk in hand, Xuanming gazed gravely into the distance. The terrifying aura emanating from afar weighed heavily on his heart.
The White Dragon deep within Azure Dragon Mountain had succeeded in Spirit Refining after all, becoming a Demon King and transforming into a True Dragon.
After advancing to half-step Spirit Refining, Xuanming had intended to finish off this demon before he truly grew powerful and threatened Floating Cloud Mountain and the common people.
Unexpectedly, he could not divine his precise whereabouts at all. Even Hongdou, the tit demon, did not know where the White Dragon was hiding. From that moment, Xuanming had suspected that the White Dragon was not as simple as he appeared. Either he possessed a Mystic Treasure that concealed his aura and muddled the workings of Heaven, or a great Spirit Refining cultivator was helping him from behind the scenes. Otherwise, he could never have evaded Xuanming.
"He succeeded in the end."
Murmuring to himself, Xuanming restrained his impulse to act. He could tell that this Demon King's breakthrough was nearing its end. Rushing over now would accomplish nothing and might instead cost him his life.
His only option now was to seek powerful reinforcements. After all, when the sky fell, the tall would hold it up. Though he was duty-bound to rid the people of this scourge and eliminate the threat to Floating Cloud Mountain, strategy still mattered. Fighting alone and venturing into danger by himself was the poorest course.
With that thought, Xuanming swept his sleeve and transmitted messages in three directions: the Rising Sun Sect, Water Moon Abbey, and Fengyang Commandery City.
In the past, Great True Lord Chaomu had died attempting to slay the dragon, and the patriarchs