"We're marching to war! We're marching to war!"
Among the Human Race's army, Gungun waved the spear in his hands and cried out in delight.
Back when he had taken part in the Witch-Demon War, his head had felt twice its usual size with worry. He had lived in fear that Eastern Emperor Taiyi would shake him to death with the Chaos Bell one day, or Dijun would burn him to ashes with Solar True Fire. But now... The great god Gungun is marching to war! Time to win glory and make my mark!
He felt absolutely no pressure.
The conflict between the Human Race and the Dragon Race might have seemed grave, with a fierce battle looming, but in his eyes, it was nothing more than a farce-an entertaining farce.
No matter how much they stirred things up, they could never overturn the heavens.
So he might as well join in and have some fun.
"Dragon Race, here I come!" With that thought, Gungun bounced around on the chariot and shouted toward the east.
Seeing how spirited and eager for battle this young fellow was, the captain driving the Demon Beast chariot beside him nodded in deep satisfaction.
Good! This is exactly the kind of young man our Human Race needs!
The sun rose and set, and time slipped by unnoticed.
That day, at the East Sea Dragon Palace.
Ao Guang's secret concealment of a fox spirit in his bedchamber had finally been discovered. When word reached Zitong, she flew into a rage and immediately ordered both of them brought before her.
"M-Mother..." Ao Guang's voice trembled, and he did not dare look at his mother seated in the place of honor.
"On your knees!" Zitong struck the armrest hard and snapped at Ao Guang.
At her command,