Having finished all this.
Only then did the Crimson Blood Demon Emperor dissipate his Evil Qi, his form transforming in an instant into a burly man clad in heavy armor.
Treading on the Void Realm, he took a few steps to reach the clouds.
He cupped his hands toward the white-clothed figure, a faint, sycophantic smile appearing on his Face.
"I've made a fool of myself before Eleventh Lord. She's just a rustic shrew who doesn't know the rules."
"Um... Eleventh Lord, shall we set off now?"
The Thousand Feathers Demon Emperor gave him a faint glance, not even bothering to say a word.
With a wide sweep of his sleeve.
His form instantly turned into a streak of light, enveloped in rolling black mist, as he fled toward the eastern horizon.
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor was not annoyed; he straightened up, his gaze falling upon the black-robed figure.
The two walked side by side, following closely behind.
The wind howled.
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor couldn't help but ask: "Although Red Silk Ribbon sent back news of the True Dragon's birth... just how vast is this Eastern Region? Trying to find a True Dragon that is intentionally hiding is no different from searching for a needle in a haystack."
At this point, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
"Could it be that Third Lord's side already has definitive information?"
Hearing this.
The black-robed man chuckled: "Third Lord is divinely brilliant in his calculations; naturally, he has a way."
"However..."
The black-robed man's tone shifted as his right hand, hidden in his sleeve, slowly reached out.
"Our luck was also good. We happened to catch a little thing on the road who knew some news, which is why we want to go to the Human Race Dynasty in the east to take a look."
As he opened his palm.
A chicken Demon, only the size of a palm with disheveled feathers, was being held tightly in his hand.
The chicken Demon had clearly been scared out of its wits, its entire body trembling violently.
Feeling the ferocious gaze cast by the Crimson Blood Demon Emperor.
The chicken Demon's body stiffened, its legs kicked, and it nearly fainted on the spot from fear.
"Demon... Demon Emperor, have mercy... I'm just a little Demon of the Zhonglian Realm, I only recently returned to my hometown to visit relatives..."
"...It really is Seed Lotus."
After the Crimson Blood Demon Emperor sensed the other's Realm, he sneered: "A mixed-feathered beast of nothing more than the Zhonglian Realm, what kind of world-shaking secret could it possibly know?"
For a major event like the birth of a True Dragon, even Ascending the Tower Demon Emperors like them could only catch a few clues.
What the hell could a low-level Demon know?
Hearing this, the black-robed man's expression remained indifferent: "What kind of scene do you think the birth of a True Dragon should be?"
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor was stunned and said subconsciously: "Naturally, it would be ten thousand paths of auspicious clouds and a thousand streaks of propitious Qi... or perhaps a hidden dragon in the abyss, enduring and biding its time, waiting for the right moment to soar into the sky..."
The black-robed man shook his head: "A True Dragon is the darling of heaven and earth, the monarch of all Demons."
"As a monarch, why would there be a need to endure? Why the need to bide one's time?"
At this point, the black-robed man turned his head, his eyes under the hood shimmering with an eerie light: "Therefore, to find a True Dragon, one only needs to look across this Eastern Region for where a Prodigy of natural talent has appeared..."
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor listened with half-understanding and scratched his head: "If that's the case... then why don't we search within the rivers, lakes, and seas? Why go to the places occupied by the Human Race?"
"As long as we investigate them one by one, we should be able to find the prodigies within the Flood Dragon Clan, right?"
Hearing this.
The black-robed man said indifferently: "You want to mention the Dragon Ascending Platform?"
"Exactly."
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor said seriously: "Rumor has it that the Flood Dragon Clan opens the Dragon Ascending Platform once every five thousand years. Ten thousand flood dragons slaughter each other, and the victor can obtain that sliver of heavenly opportunity to shed their mortal coil and transform into an Incarnation of a Dragon... Is this not true?"
The black-robed man shook his head, his tone full of pity: "Just listen to it and leave it at that. You actually believe it?"
"I ask you, in all these years, have you ever seen or heard of any flood dragon that actually transformed into a True Dragon through that Dragon Ascending Platform?"
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor opened his mouth to argue, but found that even after racking his brains, he really couldn't think of a single example.
Although every five thousand years, countless flood dragons did indeed fight until blood flowed like rivers for it, the final result... seemed to be that besides batch after batch of Old Flood Dragons dying, no one was ever seen truly becoming a Dragon.
Seeing him remain silent, the black-robed man lowered his voice and said slowly: "Besides... even Third Lord couldn't transform into a Dragon back then. Do you think there is any other flood dragon in this world worthy of becoming a Dragon?"
Third Lord.
He was the Demon Emperor of the Third Cave of Spirit Mountain.
His true form was indeed of the Flood Dragon Clan.
In terms of cultivation, talent, and foundation, looking at the entire Eastern Region, there were likely very few flood dragons who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Even Third Lord failed to take that step... The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor felt his throat go dry and said with difficulty: "So... the rumors of becoming a Dragon are false?"
"Whether they are false or not is not important."
The black-robed man said meaningfully: "What is important is that a True Dragon can by no means be formed through Acquired means. The talent it possesses from birth must be extremely terrifying, and its speed of cultivation must defy all common logic."
"Often, just a few days ago it was an ant, and in the blink of an eye, it can overturn rivers and seas."
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor took a deep breath, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
If that were the case... then the scope had indeed narrowed significantly.
Such a monstrous figure, if they truly existed, would surely have become famous long ago and could not be hidden at all.
"It seems... you have already found who it is?"
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor asked in a heavy voice.
The black-robed man nodded, then shook his head.
"It is just a guess."
"And funny enough, this person previously had a rather deep connection with our Spirit Mountain."
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor's brow furrowed: "Who else?"
"The Golden-Winged Great Peng lineage."
"Hmm?"
The black-robed man didn't keep him in suspense. His fingers gently stroked the trembling chicken Demon as he said unhurriedly: "The Golden Feather Demon Emperor and his wife both practiced the path of Jade Polishing. It's just that this old bird is far away in a Grotto-Heaven and likely doesn't know yet that his wife and son have both died at the hands of another."
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor was even more confused.
Since that old bird wasn't around, why was there no movement from Spirit Mountain's side?
According to the rules of Spirit Mountain, if a Demon Emperor's kin were killed, even if they were temporarily unable to seek revenge, other Demon Emperors should have stepped in to reclaim their Face.
As if seeing through his confusion, the Thousand Feathers Demon Emperor, who had not spoken until now, suddenly said coldly: "Because he offended Third Lord."
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor's body suddenly stiffened.
The black-robed man took over the conversation, saying indifferently: "Correct. That old bird previously contradicted Third Lord in public. Although Third Lord didn't lash out on the spot, this debt was recorded."
"So... when the news reached Spirit Mountain, Third Lord spoke. Since that old bird is so capable, let him seek revenge himself. If anyone dares to interfere, they will be slighting Third Lord's Face."
The Crimson Blood Demon Emperor took a deep breath, suppressing the tremor in his heart, and said solemnly: "To dare kill someone from our Spirit Mountain, this person... is likely not simple. Could it be... this person is our target for this trip?"
"Exactly."
"Who is this person?" the Crimson Blood Demon Emperor pressed.
"The Grand Princess of Great Tang."
The black-robed man spat out three words: "Li Guyue."