Shen Qing remained expressionless, with a glint in her eyes, but in the end, she said nothing.
Although Heng Ling had the spiritual bones, he couldn't withstand such a huge one - time consumption. She feared that by the end, he would be at the end of his tether.
Shen Qing couldn't quite put her finger on her current feelings. Before she had even had the chance to take revenge on Real Person Heng Ling, he was about to exhaust himself saving lives. For this alone, Shen Qing admired him.
The White Dragon sped through the sky with the group, so fast that even the Winged Clan in the sky didn't have time to see what it was.
After leaving Mount Buzhou, the environment and forests below returned to normal. At this time, the Nine Desolate Continent was shrouded in demonic qi because of the demonic beasts, and most of the spiritual beasts had been eroded by the demonic qi.
Shen Qing watched as Mount Buzhou grew farther and farther away from her. It felt as if all that had happened was just a dream.
That place hid precious resources and unknown spiritual beasts. It was mysterious yet full of dangers. Shen Qing felt that she probably wouldn't dare to step into it again for another ten thousand years.
The clouds on Mount Buzhou slowly gathered. Shen Qing seemed to see a majestic immortal in a Taoist robe waving at her.
But in the blink of an eye, the immortal disappeared, and the clouds gradually dispersed.
Before Shen Qing could even let out a gasp of surprise, the sound - transmitting jade pendant on her body flashed a few times, receiving a message.
Shen Qing opened the jade pendant, and Hong Chaoyangna's panicked voice immediately came through: "Shen Qing! Our location has been exposed. Now the demonic soldiers have gathered at the foot of Kunlun Mountain."
"I'm afraid I'll never see you again, Shen Qing. You must take good care of yourself!"
After leaving this message, there was no more news from Hong Chaoyang.
Shen Qing quickly replied, trying to find out the situation, but the jade pendant didn't flash again.
She tightly squeezed the jade pendant and closed her eyes.
Everyone's mood sank again. They wished the White Dragon could fly even faster and take them to Kunlun Mountain.
Yu Xuzi sighed. His fingers groped, and it seemed that he could feel the location of the Kunlun Disk in his palm.
The Golden Dragon had a gloomy face, with two flames burning in his eyes.
He was extremely annoyed at the moment.
"Kunlun Mountain is where the last Heavenly Pillar is located. If they destroy the divine platform, the Heavenly Pillar will never reappear. Whether I can regain my cultivation is a minor matter, but if the Heavenly Pillar is destroyed, the Nine Desolate Continent will surely be affected."
Shen Qing pursed her lips and remained silent.
Han Ze had already done his best, and so had they. Once they reached Kunlun Mountain, it would be time for the final confrontation.
Now, it was a matter of who was more skilled.
Shen Qing looked down through the clouds. There were significantly fewer demonic beasts in sight. Presumably, they had all gathered at Kunlun Mountain.
She wondered if Po Guang and the others had found the Heavenly Pillar with the Azure Dragon.
"Heh... I never thought that after living for tens of thousands of years, I'd experience such a great battle again. I'm almost numb to it."
The Dark Wolf spread out his hands and lay on the White Dragon's back in a comfortable position. His eyes seemed to be lost in memories as he looked through the clouds.
The Dark White Wolf had an extremely long lifespan, so long that people thought they were as long - lived as the heavens. Although the Dark Wolf was just a cub before he met Luo Ling, there had already been many battles on the Nine Desolate Continent before Luo Ling's fall.
He had experienced so much that his state of mind was different from others.
The Golden Dragon let out a laugh and joked, "You little wolf cub, why do you talk like an old man?"
The Dark Wolf curled his lips, only to remember that there were two old divine dragons beside him.
Yu Xuzi stroked his beard and laughed. He looked just like an old storyteller in the mortal world.
The Dark Wolf couldn't stand it and said to Yu Xuzi, "Aren't you about the same age as me? Why do you always keep this old - man appearance? You look like my senior."
Yu Xuzi spread out his hands, looked down at his attire twice, and then touched the wrinkles on his face. He calmly said, "Those who cultivate immortality don't care about such things."
"Hey!"
Thanks to the Dark Wolf's interruption, the tense atmosphere eased a bit.
The Dark Wolf always knew how to relieve everyone's anxiety in his own way when they were feeling uneasy.
With a nervous heart, the White Dragon flew across the Nine Desolate Continent with the group and arrived at the location of Kunlun Mountain.
The sky was overcast with dark clouds. The closer they got to Kunlun Mountain, the darker it became. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the dark clouds, as if a great storm was brewing.
A huge whirlpool appeared in the clouds above the peak of Kunlun Mountain. The dark clouds churned, as if trying to suck everything up.
The rumbling sound kept ringing in everyone's ears, and their faces grew solemn.
It was Han Ze who had created this huge whirlpool.
Behind Han Ze stood several great generals of the Main God's Hall, as well as countless demonic beasts and demonic soldiers. The illusory phantoms of the Golden Dragon and the Azure Dragon were entangled and tumbling in the whirlpool.
They sometimes let out roars and sometimes conjured thunderbolts to boost their side's morale.
Han Ze looked at the two dim stone hearts in his arms. His eyes darkened, and he casually threw the two stone hearts into a corner.
He was no longer afraid of being detected by the Heavenly Dao. For tens of thousands of years, he had been hiding and setting up such a huge game of chess, fearing that the Heavenly Dao would detect his plan to destroy the Dragon Clan and bring down the Heavenly Tribulation.
He wanted to be the king, the master of the lower world. He wanted the Dragon Clan to be the unrivaled power in this world.
So, these small sacrifices were worth it.
The only variable was his younger sister, Shen Qing.
He had allowed Shen Qing to grow instead of nipping her in the bud. Firstly, he was afraid of backlash.
When Shen Qing was still a dragon egg, she had received the blessings of the clan members. These blessings would turn into protective forces and attach themselves to Shen Qing. If he attacked Shen Qing, he would be punished by these protective forces.
Secondly, he also wanted to prove to those clan members who had once abandoned him that even if Shen Qing grew up, she would still not be his match, neither in terms of character nor ability.
Shen Qing would never be the best candidate to lead the Dragon Clan. He, Han Ze, was!
Now, he had finally waited for this moment. He was going to kill all these disobedient people and completely take control of the Nine Desolate Continent.
Pei Xuanjing's face was pale. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is the hiding place of the Qingyun Sword Sect. Lord Dragon God, please."
Han Ze gave Pei Xuanjing a sidelong glance, with a sneer on his lips. "What? Still holding on?"
Pei Xuanjing endured the churning demonic qi in his body and the pain in his meridians. He said, "Lord Dragon God was kind - hearted in giving the elixir, but I can't accept so much demonic qi at once. I'll wait until this is all over before I enter the demonic path."
Han Ze hooked his finger, and Pei Xuanjing's body was pulled towards Han Ze by a huge suction force.
Then, Pei Xuanjing was crushed to the ground by Han Ze's might. His knees knelt hard on the ground, and the crisp sound of bone fractures rang out. Pei Xuanjing's face contorted in pain.
"Don't think that leading me into this trap will destroy me. You people of the Qingyun Sword Sect are still too naive."
Pei Xuanjing suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at Han Ze in surprise.
Han Ze showed a look of pleasure. "If the little mice won't come out of their holes, I'll just have to lure them out."