Lou Yunxiao had not expected the demonic aura to be so fierce, so dense.
It was even stronger than that of the Great Demon in Northern Tour City.
Just like the poison Qing Ru had described, it swept through his entire body in an instant, constantly corroding his divine sense.
The little figure inside him, half gold and half black, slowly turned black.
The pattern on its back also darkened.
At the same time, images that did not belong to his memories began appearing in Lou Yunxiao's mind.
In those images, the Snow Dragon Clan had been sent down from the Divine Realm to the Qianyuan Continent, under orders from the chief god to protect this pure land.
But one day, a deity suddenly descended there, saying that an enemy had harmed him, destroying his divine godhead and greatly weakening him. He begged the Snow Dragon Clan for refuge.
Kind by nature and reverent toward deities, the Snow Dragon Clan agreed to let him stay among them.
Yet that single act of kindness had doomed the entire Snow Dragon Clan.
The deity brought a poison with him. Those of the Snow Dragon Clan infected by it changed drastically in temperament and began slaughtering one another. Once their fighting had left them exhausted and on the brink of death, the deity unleashed divine fire, using their flesh, blood, and inner cores to forge a new divine godhead. Just as he was about to absorb it, the still-young Jun Mo mustered the last of his strength and swallowed it, then drew upon the remaining power of all his fellow dragons to reach this world.
Overwhelmed by grief and guilt over having swallowed what remained of his own kin, Jun Mo chose to sleep forever.
Perhaps it had been a blessing in disguise.