The Sword's Might Shook the Heavens!

Sang Ying could have endured it. She had planned to let the Dragon Race resolve these conflicts internally, and she could leave safely with Jiang Zhuoxue once she returned the Dragon Abyss Sword.

However, she overestimated her patience. When Qing Shou tried to throw mud at Bai Qinglong again, Sang Ying finally couldn't hold back and stepped forward.

Perhaps it was because she had once entered the illusion woven by Bai Qinglong using her own memories that she had a natural fondness for and protectiveness towards this girl.

It's fair to say that Qing Shou's words were like stabbing Sang Ying in the heart.

Qing Shou was sent flying like that; he didn't even have time to finish his last sentence.

Upon seeing this, the other Azure Dragon Clan who had followed quickly stepped forward to help their young master up, while simultaneously berating Sang Ying and the others. "Outsider Human Race, how dare you lay a hand on our young master! You are far too arrogant!"

But Sang Ying showed no fear. "I'm sorry, I didn't know someone would be standing right in front of the tent exit. I just wanted to show everyone the Dragon Abyss Sword. I acted a little too quickly in my haste. You won't blame me, will you?"

She said sorry, but there wasn't a trace of apology on her face.

The Azure Dragon Clan was furious, but fortunately, Qing Shou was only knocked away and lost face; he wasn't seriously injured.

The sudden appearance of Sang Ying angered the Azure Dragon Clan as much as it pleased the White Dragon Tribe.

Heaven knows how overjoyed they were when they saw the Dragon Abyss Sword in her hand.

Old Patriarch Bai, in particular, felt as if he hadn't seen this divine weapon for a lifetime.

Sang Ying noticed the other person's gaze. She sighed inwardly, held the sword in both hands, and walked to the old patriarch. "I was fortunate enough to enter the ruins built by Senior Bai Qinglong and obtained this sword there. Senior Bai Qinglong me to return the sword to the Dragon Race, but due to my insufficient strength, it has taken me so long to return it. Please forgive me."

Tears welled up in the Old Patriarch Bai's eyes. He took the sword with trembling hands, and the cold sword seemed to become scalding hot because it was stained with his granddaughter's blood.

"What forgiveness? We should be thanking you. Thank you for bringing her home." The old patriarch had only shed tears a few times in his entire life.

Once, his son and grandsons died in battle; another time, his only granddaughter also perished in battle; and now, he has brought this sword back.

Bai Nianchou looked at the sword in the old patriarch's hand, then suddenly led the rest of the White Dragon Tribe to kneel down, shouting loudly, "Welcome home, Young Master!"

Welcome home, young master!

Welcome home, young master!

Three loud shouts echoed through the heavens. Old Patriarch Bai exerted a slight force, activating the Dragon Abyss Sword with his own dragon breath.

The sword, which had been somewhat ancient and seemed unremarkable, suddenly burst into dazzling light. A majestic dragon's roar emanated from the Dragon Abyss Sword and quickly spread throughout the entire Dragon Race camp, even reaching the Gods and Devils Battlefield.

Almost all the Dragon Race guarding the edge of the Gods and Devils Battlefield clearly saw that the low-level Devil Race who had been eyeing them menacingly earlier were terrified and scattered in all directions by the sound of the dragon's roar, as if they had encountered some terrifying being.

Hong Yan and Jin Man certainly didn't miss this commotion. Their camp was already close to the White Dragon Tribe's, and they had already heard the three welcoming greetings earlier. Now they were also feeling the sudden and powerful dragon might.

The two exchanged a glance, then got up and ran towards the White Dragon Tribe's camp.

They arrived just in time. Old Patriarch Bai had just recovered and was pulling Sang Ying and the others to go into the tent to talk when Jin Man and his companion arrived.

Old Patriarch Bai harbored no ill will towards them; on the contrary, he showed them affection as if they were juniors, and said with a smile, "You are quite clever, arriving so quickly."

"Of course! As soon as we heard the commotion here, we knew you had something good in your hands, so we came all the way here to see it," Jin Man said, playing along with a joke.

Everyone present knew exactly what this "good stuff" was, but before seeing the real thing, Jin Man still didn't dare to casually call it out.

The group naturally entered Bai Nianchou's tent, along with Qing Shou, who had been helped up.

Bai Nianchou could only be thankful that his tent was large enough to accommodate so many people at the same time.

The Old Patriarch Bai naturally took the seat of honor, and his guards conscientiously found chairs for the guests and settled them down.

As soon as they sat down, they saw Old Patriarch Bai respectfully place the Dragon Abyss Sword on the table in front of them.

"Hiss!"

Sang Ying clearly heard a series of gasps coming from inside the tent.

Jin Man was the first to stand up. "This is the Dragon Abyss Sword?" When she said the last three words, Jin Man deliberately lowered her voice, as if afraid that her voice would be too loud and shatter the dream.

"Yes, the Dragon Abyss Sword. I never imagined that after so many years, I would see it again." Old Patriarch Bai said, "We also have to thank these two young friends— Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue. It was their tireless efforts in activating the underwater Teleportation Array and bringing the Dragon Abyss Sword back."

Only after Old Patriarch Bai mentioned it did they turn their attention to Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue, who had been previously ignored.

"This is the demon..."

"Jiang Zhuoxue." Before Hong Yan could utter the last word, Bai Nianchou took the initiative to fill in Jiang Zhuoxue's name.

His attitude surprised the others slightly; it seemed that Young Master Bai was quite fond of this Devil Dragon.

Upon seeing this, Qing Shou, who had been helped into the tent, couldn't help but want to say a few words to stab his mortal enemy, but a timely glance from Jin Man made Qing Shou immediately shut his mouth.

Jin Man forced a smile again, and his gaze towards Jiang Zhuoxue became somewhat amiable. "What a nice name. It seems you've been doing quite well in the Lower Realm?"

Jiang Zhuoxue was also willing to say a few nice words to those who were kind to her, "It's not bad, I found a sense of belonging there."

The word "belonging" changed the expressions of both Jin Man and Hong Yan; it was undoubtedly the highest praise Jiang Zhuoxue could give to the Lower Realm.

Those who had experienced the upheaval ten thousand years ago fell silent. They could not regard Jiang Zhuoxue as one of their own, but they were grateful that she had chosen to protect the Dragon Race.

Jiang Zhuoxue had requested to be exiled, and seeing him doing well now brought them comfort.

"Okay, that's good." Hong Yan murmured softly upon hearing this.

Somewhere in the Immortal Realm, a tall celestial lord wiped the trembling fragments of a sword scabbard from his hand. He patted the spotless scabbard reassuringly and said softly, "I know, I know she's here, but now is not the time to meet her."

I will wait for the day you ascend to immortality, my Sever the Heavenly River, my old friend...