"Roar!" Ao Yue, who had been in his innate Dao body form, transformed into a divine dragon and flew toward Mount Buzhou.
Mount Buzhou was the pillar of heaven, holding up the sky and standing firm upon the earth. Now its thunderous collapse had caused heaven to crumble and the earth to split. To save the world, they had to begin with Mount Buzhou!
At that thought, Ao Yue frowned and accelerated.
Elsewhere.
Holding the Vermilion Bird Banner, Gungun looked around but saw no sign of Houtu or the other members of the Witch Race.
Houtu is a Primordial Unity Great Immortal. Without the Zhou Tian Star-Dipper Formation empowering him, Dijun couldn't possibly hurt her, even by detonating himself. For now... I should deal with this first. Gungun lowered his gaze to the Vermilion Bird Banner in his paws.
"Hum..." Space rippled around him, and the entire bear vanished.
Mount Buzhou.
The pillar of heaven that had once pierced the clouds was now nothing more than a truncated mountain. The sight stirred a wealth of emotions.
"Roar!" Before long, a dragon's roar rang out. A streak of purple light shot in from the east and arrived within moments. The light faded, revealing a handsome young man dressed in white immortal robes, a pair of dragon horns on his head. It was Ao Yue.
"Hum..." A few seconds after Ao Yue arrived, space rippled, and Gungun appeared as well, seated on the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus.
The bear and the dragon met. Neither seemed surprised to see the other, and they exchanged nods.
"Fellow Daoist Gungun, this day has finally come!" Ao Yue sighed after nodding.
"I remember how much you looked forward to this day back then. It was an opportunity for the Dragon Race to rise,"