The Seven-Star Pagoda.
The sixth floor.
Darkness.
Boundless darkness.
This was Fang Yang's first impression upon his arrival.
Within the darkness, a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened, indifferent and emotionless.
"CRACKLE—"
Lightning flashed across the sky.
A figure appeared in Fang Yang's line of sight.
It was a valiant man with an upright posture, dressed in a jet-black dragon robe.
His appearance and bearing bore a slight resemblance to Sen Yue's.
But what floated behind him was not a pure white immortal crane, nor a Chaotic Black Evil Dragon, but... a Nine Netherworld Lion!
The Nine Netherworld Lion, a world-ending beast of legend.
It was the evolved form of the Nine Netherworld Prison Dogs and the perfect manifestation of this particular path of cultivation.
Its most distinct feature was its nine tails, which were not grotesque snake heads, but true dragon heads!
At this moment, a gale kicked up, causing his black dragon robe to ripple.
