"Could you hurry up a little? You're way too slow," Lin Yu said helplessly.
A full six hours had passed before he finally managed to lead the huge crowd of cultivators to the vicinity of Hongmeng Mountain.
Gu Yongchun: "..."
The pavilion master of Nine Heavens Pavilion: "..."
The people from Lingye Island and Sea Blue Pavilion: "..."
All the cultivators dragging Saint King Yunteng's Tomb behind Lin Yu fell silent. They were already trying so hard!
"Roooar..."
A long, drawn-out dragon cry rang out. Then the cultivators saw a hundred-meter-long blue-purple True Dragon speeding toward them.
At that moment, whether it was Gu Yongchun or the people from Nine Heavens Pavilion, Lingye Island, and Sea Blue Pavilion, they all looked as though they had seen a ghost when they spotted the blue-purple True Dragon.
"A True Dragon has descended?!" a cultivator exclaimed, scarcely able to believe the sight before his eyes.
"Why would a True Dragon appear in the Eastern Wasteland?"
"What is it trying to do?!"
Quite a few cultivators instinctively took defensive stances. With a True Dragon charging toward them so aggressively, who wouldn't be on guard?
Yet the very next moment, the blue-purple True Dragon turned and landed straight in Lin Yu's arms.
In the blink of an eye, the blue-purple True Dragon shrank to a meter long and burrowed right into Lin Yu's arms. His large blue-purple eyes blinked as he happily nuzzled Lin Yu's hand.
Lin Yu smiled at the sight. Knowing the little fellow had missed him, he raised a hand and stroked Little Purple's head.
"What's the hurry? I'm back now, aren't I?"
Little Purple insistently wound his tail around Lin Yu's wrist, looking as though he was acting spoiled.
Faced with this scene that could only be called magical realism, Gu Yongchun and the people from Nine Heavens Pavilion, Lingye Island, Sea Blue Pavilion, and the Three Swords Sect even forgot about dragging Saint King Yunteng's Tomb forward. They instinctively stopped working and rubbed their eyes.
What was going on?!
A dignified True Dragon was actually nestled in a human's arms, behaving so affectionately?
Weren't dragons always so arrogant that they practically looked at people through their nostrils? Why did this True Dragon seem desperate to wrap himself around Lin Yu?
"Little Purple, sorry for the trouble, but help them pull this thing. If I have to rely on them, who knows what year of the monkey and month of the horse they'll finally get it there!"
"These people are far too weak. It's such a short distance, yet they've spent over six hours walking and still haven't arrived."
Gu Yongchun, Nine Heavens Pavilion, Lingye Island, Sea Blue Pavilion, and the Three Swords Sect: "..."
They had no answer to Lin Yu's complaints.
"Roooar..." At his words, Little Purple nodded proudly at Lin Yu. He clearly looked very confident in his strength.
Once Lin Yu finished giving his instructions, Little Purple turned and flew toward the cultivators. As he flew over, his body grew once again, going straight from one meter to a hundred meters.
"Snort..." Little Purple didn't stop at coming before the cultivators. He gave a loud snort and even shook his head at them, his blue-purple eyes filled with pity.
Gu Yongchun, Nine Heavens Pavilion, Lingye Island, Sea Blue Pavilion, and the Three Swords Sect: "..."
They were being looked down on!
Even the weakest powerhouse present was a Saint King. When had they ever suffered such treatment? Yet before Lin Yu, they had no recourse whatsoever and could only endure it.
Little Purple arrogantly stretched out his claws toward the cultivators at the very front, wound the ropes of light around himself, and flew toward Hongmeng Mountain, dragging Saint King Yunteng's Tomb!
The physical strength of dragons truly was no joke. Countless cultivators pulling Saint King Yunteng's Tomb with all their might had moved at a turtle's crawl, but Little Purple alone dragged it along as though flying!
"Not bad. A dragon's physical strength really is top-notch." Watching from the side, Lin Yu kept nodding, stopping just short of giving a thumbs-up.
After all, Little Purple wasn't even a year old yet. Once he grew a little older, his strength would presumably improve again.
"All right, if you don't have anything else to do, you can leave!" Lin Yu turned back, saw the cultivators, and spoke somewhat impatiently.
These people really moved far too slowly, leaving Lin Yu somewhat disappointed.
Gu Yongchun, Nine Heavens Pavilion, Lingye Island, Sea Blue Pavilion, and the Three Swords Sect: "..."
What was this supposed to mean? Now that he was done using them, they could get lost?
"Hey, not to nag, but I suggest you go back and train properly. Otherwise, what are you going to do in the future? Every last one of you is a cultivator, yet you're still so physically weak!"
Lin Yu complained without the slightest restraint.
It would have been one thing for cultivators with little strength, but sects like Nine Heavens Pavilion were among the greatest powers in the outside world. When had they ever suffered such indignity?
"As for what happened today, you'd better conduct yourselves wisely." With that, Lin Yu turned and left, his phantom dissipating.
After all their hard work, they had ended up sewing someone else's wedding dress. Watching Saint King Yunteng's Tomb disappear just like that, the pavilion master of Nine Heavens Pavilion and the others seethed with anger.
"Saint King Yunteng's inheritance is just gone like that. What do we do now?"
The leaders of the major sects exchanged glances, each seeing the unwillingness in the others' eyes.
"We absolutely can't just let this go. Let's follow them first."
"Right. Even if we can't obtain the inheritance, we still need to get a clear picture of Hongmeng Mountain."
The leader from Sea Blue Pavilion nodded at those words. He had previously searched the area around Hongmeng Mountain with his divine sense, but he had discovered nothing.
Yet judging by the current situation, Hongmeng Mountain was indeed within this area. That left only one possibility-the master of Primordial Hall had used some method to conceal all traces of Primordial Hall.
Why conceal it? The reason behind that was well worth investigating.
As the saying went, curiosity killed the cat. The cultivators immediately gave chase in the direction where the blue-purple True Dragon had vanished.
Yet before even a few breaths had passed, everyone saw the real Hongmeng Mountain.
The person at the very front was the leader from Sea Blue Pavilion. At that moment, he stared blankly at the sight before him, scarcely able to believe any of it was real!
Everyone followed his gaze, and they, too, fell silent.
Every cultivator from the outside powers stared fixedly at Primordial City before them.
It was a city floating in midair, but that wasn't even the most extraordinary thing about it.
The most extraordinary thing was the material used to build the city: Saint-grade materials!
The entirety of Primordial City had been built from Saint-grade materials. This was a genuine holy city.
"Hiss..."
Sharp intakes of breath rose among the cultivators. Some of them nearly fainted on the spot.
Had they gone mad, or had the world gone mad?