It had been an utterly ordinary dusk, with nothing more remarkable than a particularly brilliant sunset.
Yet for many years afterward, countless demonic cultivators would speak of this dusk with relish, and many more years later, it would become something they constantly recalled with nostalgia.
At this dusk, if an immortal happened to look down from high above the Jiangnan region of the Divine Land, they would have discovered:
As the sun sank and night fell, a phantom of the ancient Dragon Gate suddenly appeared over the mouth of the Pearl River, at precisely the moment black smoke rose from Juqü Mountain.
True Person Miaoyi's startled cry rang out almost simultaneously with the furious roars of the Shangqing Sect's accomplished Daoists.
When the Black Dragon leaped through the Dragon Gate, the black smoke was sweeping south, smashing through Siming Mountain's gateway artifact with unstoppable force.
One in the Eastern Sea, the other in the Southern Sea, the demonic Three Corpses and the true dragon Green-Robed Ancestor announced themselves in succession.
For the first time, the people of the Divine Land learned that those they contemptuously called Green Robe, Demon Corpse, Red Corpse, and Alluring Corpse actually had names of their own.
That day, a long-circulated conjecture was finally confirmed: the Green-Robed Ancestor and the Red-Haired Ancestor truly were dragonkind, and today marked their first public revelation of their true forms.
But the Green-Robed Ancestor had revealed his true form by traveling the waterways and transforming into a dragon, entering the fifth realm and becoming a true dragon united with a region's water veins, equivalent to an Earthly Immortal.
The Red-Haired Ancestor, however, had already perished, his cultivation extinguished. He had become a puppet beneath Divine Lord Chihu's feet, his eyes gouged out and his dragon pearl torn from him.
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