This time, it was Yinglong's turn to feel a little afraid.
"Boy, you already know what I'm thinking, yet you're still willing to agree?"
"Yes, I agree. Why are you wasting words?" Du Yu pulled the Eight Directions Ghost Record from inside his robes and tossed it straight in front of the Dragon Ancestor. "Big dragon, pick a spot you like and leave your dragon seal."
Yinglong's eyes darted back and forth. He knew he had no choice left.
So he extended a claw, dipped it in his own blood, and carved a mark into the Eight Directions Ghost Record.
In a mere instant, an enormous, seemingly insubstantial dragon soul roared out of his body, then plunged into Du Yu. Golden light burst from Du Yu's eyes.
Before long, Du Yu slowly settled down, and the dragon's corpse on the ground fell still.
Nüwa watched all this quietly, then asked, "Brother, what was that just now?"
Fuxi was puzzled too. "It looked like Old Mother of Mount Li's handiwork."
Nüwa paid Du Yu no further attention, turning instead to look at everyone else on Dragon Ancestor Island.
After watching them for a while, she murmured to herself, "This island is full of Supreme Pivots. How irritating."
Hearing this, Fuxi turned to her. "Sister, have you forgotten what I told you? Even if they're Supreme Pivots, you must not slaughter them at will without my orders."
"Then do you mean our task is already complete, Brother?" Nüwa looked reluctantly at the remaining people. There were still dozens of Black Monks and eight other Supreme Pivots before her. "Did we come merely to kill Yinglong?"
"Yinglong was indeed slaughtering people just now, so you weren't wrong to kill him." Fuxi swept a cold gaze around them. "As for the people left here..."