Above the Nine Heavens.
The sea of clouds surged like angry waves.
Wherever the golden light passed, the sound of thunder rolled, echoing for a long time.
Jiang Yuechu's body was like flowing gold; her expression was composed, and she even had the leisure to look down at the mountain ranges below.
She had originally thought this world was roughly similar to the Blue Planet of her past life, only with the Great Tang having a more vast territory.
But now, as she traveled across the sea, her mind sank slightly.
Just a Small Vassal State like Gaoluo, the peninsular territory it occupied was actually equivalent to the size of an entire continent in her previous life.
It seemed the size of this world was overall much larger than imagined... and outside this range, what would the other lands be like?
When I have time... I'll find an opportunity to go see.
The man's face was deathly pale: "Your... Your Highness..."
Whoosh—
The gale instantly rushed in.
The man's eyes rolled back, his cheeks flapping in the wind like waves.
The female envoy beside him was in an even more miserable state; her eyes were tightly shut, her long hair pulled into a straight line behind her head, and her entire body trembled in the wind.
She barely managed to open a slit of her eyes.
In her blurred vision, she only saw the mountains and rivers below retreating frantically like a revolving lantern.
Even the towering mountains turned into a continuous blur of shadows.
Her heart was filled with horror.
Although Gaoluo's strength was not as great as the Great Tang's, it still had several Guardian Martial Venerables, all of whom were experts of the Mountain Gazing realm.
Usually, when a Martial Venerable traveled through the air across this vast sea from Gaoluo to the Great Tang, it would take at least a few days of flying, with stops in between to recover their Qi.
But now... how long had it been?
Half a day?
Or even shorter?
The coastline of Gaoluo was actually already in sight!
Such power... Has this Grand Princess Highness already... stepped into the legendary Lamp-Lighting Realm?!
Such a young Lamp-Lighting expert; just how terrifying is the foundation of the Great Tang?
...The Gaoluo Royal Palace.
Inside the hall, jade pillars were snapped and bead curtains were shattered.
A man dressed in black robes leaned lazily against the Dragon Throne.
He had a handsome face, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Below him.
The Old King of Gao Luo wore his royal robes, his hair and beard disheveled, his face ashen like death.
They're all dead anyway... parents, wives, concubines, children, all dead!
Since that's the case, what is there to fear?!
He pointed at the person above and cursed angrily: "You... you beast... I have already sent envoys to the Great Tang to seek help! The Great Tang is the Celestial Empire, its prestige subduing the four seas, and the Demon Suppression Division patrols the world's demons..."
"Once the Celestial Empire's royal army arrives, they will... they will definitely tear you to pieces and scatter your ashes!!!"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, the black-robed man sneered.
The Great Tang?
Their Drinking Horse River's target this time was exactly the Great Tang!
Never mind that this old dog was just bluffing right now.
Even if he were truly within the borders of the Great Tang, with the foundation of himself and the Old Turtle—two Demon Saints—they could still turn it upside down and act without restraint.
Of course.
Attacking the Great Tang directly was not prudent.
The Dragon Ascending Platform was about to open; once he had consumed enough blood and flesh from a whole nation to shed his Flood Dragon body and return as a true Dragon.
At that time.
When all eight Demon Saints of Drinking Horse River arrived at the Great Tang, they would surely force the Zhonghuang orthodoxy to manifest!
Thinking of this.
The playfulness in the Black Flood Dragon's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a bit of impatience.
Just as he was about to end it with a finger.
The roof of the hall suddenly shattered, falling like a torrential downpour.
Two figures, wrapped in fierce winds, were thrown into the hall.
Thump, thump.
Dust rose everywhere.
The two envoys landed, their legs weak, staggering a few steps before barely standing steady, clearly not having recovered from the dizziness of that high-speed flight.
The Old King of Gao Luo was startled, but upon seeing the familiar figures in the dust, he looked excited: "Minister Liu?! Is it you who have returned? How can it be so fast?! Where is the Great Tang's reinforcement? Where are the heavenly soldiers of the Demon Suppression Division?!"
The Black Flood Dragon sat up slightly.
His slit pupils narrowed as his gaze swept over the man and woman, a flash of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.
"Hmm?"
It wasn't because of these two's strength.
It was just... how could two pieces of trash who hadn't even stepped into Mountain Gazing appear here?
Where was that old thing Pengxuan?
Although that Old Turtle was cowardly and afraid of death, his Lamp-Lighting cultivation was real. How could there be fish that escaped the net, able to break into the hall so brazenly?
The Black Flood Dragon snorted coldly.
Whatever.
They were just two slightly larger ants.
He slowly raised his hand, black Qi swirling around his fingertips.
The Old King of Gao Luo's face instantly turned grey with despair.
The two envoys' legs were shaking even more; they wanted to open their mouths to explain, but under the terrifying pressure of the Lamp-Lighting great demon, they couldn't utter a single word.
Right at this moment.
A look of shock suddenly appeared on the Black Flood Dragon's face.
He abruptly looked up toward the sky outside the hall.
Massive amounts of black mist surged from nowhere.
Thick as ink, it seemed to contain the roars of ten thousand demons and the bellows of a multitude of monsters.
Surging Evil Qi!
The next moment.
From within the mist.
A figure darted out.
Black clothes fluttering like ink stains, a Crescent Blade carrying rolling black-red Evil Qi slashed straight down!
Boom—!!!
Before the blade edge even arrived, the floor of the Great Hall cracked inch by inch.
The Old King of Gao Luo slumped to the ground, looking at the figure that seemed like a demon god descending to the world, the last spark of light in his eyes completely extinguished.
Such terrifying Evil Qi.
Such horrifying killing intent.
There... there's another great demon?!
"Heaven is destroying my Gaoluo!!!"
Demonic Qi surged around the Black Flood Dragon as he tried to transform into his true form, but facing the rapidly enlarging blade edge, he was actually half a beat too slow.
The crimson long blade pierced through the Black Flood Dragon's abdomen.
A massive force exploded.
The Black Flood Dragon's body was carried by the long blade, flying backward.
It smashed the heavy Dragon Throne.
It pierced through the thick vermillion wall.
It crashed through several layers of palace gates until it was pinned to a thousand-pound high wall at the end of the royal city.
Bricks and stones flew, and dust filled the air.
The Black Flood Dragon spat out large amounts of demon blood, his hands gripping the hilt of the blade, trying to pull it out, but he felt his life force frantically leaking out through the wound.
He looked up in terror at the person before him.
The girl's long hair danced wildly in the fierce wind; her eyes, one gold and one blue, were incredibly eerie. Two sharp jade horns on her forehead pierced through her skin, and layers of Dragon scales surfaced on her arms and the side of her neck.
All sorts of demon shadows manifested from the black mist, surrounding her and roaring incessantly.
This.
Is this a human or a demon?
The Black Flood Dragon's throat moved as he endured the intense pain, noticing the other's horns.
"The Flood Dragon Clan?! You came for the Dragon Ascending Platform?"
Jiang Yuechu looked down indifferently, her hand moving the blade forward another three inches.
Feeling the agony of the wound, the Black Flood Dragon's face turned distorted, and he growled: "Since we are of the same clan, what skill is there in stabbing me in the back like this! If you have the courage, why not fight on the Dragon Ascending Platform!"
Hearing this.
Jiang Yuechu's movements paused as she asked in confusion: "Dragon Ascending Platform?"
Dragon Ascending Platform.
These three words did ring a bell.
According to the memories of the Black Flood Dragon from before, the Dragon Ascending Platform was the opportunity for the Flood Dragon Clan to transform into Dragons, opening once every five thousand years.
At that time.
The five lineages of Flood Dragons and thousands of clansmen would all slaughter each other on that platform.
Only the single demon who fought to the end, stepping over the bones of their kin, would be qualified to bathe in Dragon blood and be reborn.
Thereby, transforming into a true Dragon.