Pitch black, no light, empty, suffocatingly silent.

"A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. My child, I have finally waited for you." The voice was weathered, hoarse, and deep, revealing an undisguised joy.

Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't see anyone, couldn't touch anything, and couldn't distinguish directions. Like a lost lamb in a dark, inexplicable space, her ears were unusually sensitive. Ji Xiaoxiao subconsciously turned her head towards the source of the sound.

"Child, don't be afraid. I am your ancestor. I would never harm you. My time is running out, so listen carefully." The calming effect of the voice was surprisingly good. Ji Xiaoxiao stood still, listening intently as the old man recounted his glorious past.

Sometime in the year, month, and day, Ji Xiaoxiao twisted her stiff neck, making a clear, somewhat eerie cracking sound. Perhaps it was because she had grown old, but she always liked to reminisce about the joys and sorrows of the past, and naturally, she became more talkative.

In short, Ji Xiaoxiao summarized the old man's long and rambling speech in a few sentences: the old man was an ancestor of the Su family, an elder of the seven major families of the Tiancang Continent three thousand years ago, and the then sect leader of the Qingyun Sect, who had joined forces to seal away a golden dragon from another world that was ravaging the world. The golden dragon possessed strange and powerful strength. In desperation, it shrank back to its egg shape, enduring all kinds of fire, swords, boiling water, and stone-throwing attacks. Despite the countless methods and schemes employed, the egg remained unmoved, its meaning of "I am as immovable as a mountain" evident in its words. Helpless, the old man suppressed it in the Cloud Secret Realm.

"Oh, so it's not a little dragon cub, but an old ox with flowers in its hair trying to look young and cute." Ji Xiaoxiao loves chubby, round children, but she really can't bring herself to kiss an old man with a face full of wrinkles, even if she tries.

"If the golden dragon cannot be destroyed, the seal will eventually break. When the golden dragon sees the light of day again, it will be a day of inescapable calamity for all living beings on the Tiancang Continent. Little girl, you must always remember that the only time to kill the golden dragon is when it has just hatched, when it has lost all its memories and power." The elder of the Su family carefully instructed Ji Xiaoxiao on how to successfully complete the arduous mission of slaying a dragon.

"Grandma, could you please stop calling me 'Little Nannan'? My name is Mary, you can call me Mary." Ji Xiaoxiao was extremely disgusted by the words "Little Nannan".

"Little girl, you must remember what your ancestor said, never forget it. The safety of the Tiancang Continent is now in your hands."

As soon as the elder of the Su family finished speaking, Ji Xiaoxiao felt herself return to reality.

"Xiao Heng, I think this lava is very strange. You must not put yourself in danger."

Small Heng? Yellow Smoky Heng?

Ji Xiaoxiao lay in the scalding lava, feeling utterly lonely. She turned her only movable eyeballs around, her mind wandering and her thoughts drifting aimlessly.

"Shiyuan, I must take it. In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak. Right and wrong, justice resides in the hearts of the people. Shiyuan, we all understand that lacking strength is the greatest mistake." The warrior bravely faced death, determined to offer her worthless life for her country and people.

"Xiao Heng, to me, you are the most important person in the whole world. Without you, I would rather my soul be scattered to the winds than suffer the pain of losing you."

"Pah, that's disgusting." If you can't have the grapes, they'll definitely seem sour.

Huang Yanheng acted swiftly and decisively, pulling out the nearly transparent and ethereal large palm of the source, enveloping her entire body with spiritual power, and taking a firm step forward. She cautiously extended one foot, tentatively probing it into the bubbling magma.

"ah……."

Huang Yanheng screamed in pain, and Shiyuan was shocked. In his haste, he lost his composure and slowly pulled Huang Yanheng up. Huang Yanheng was out of danger, and when she stretched her neck, all she saw was blackened and charred bone.

"Siwon, it hurts so much." Huang Yanheng cried pitifully to Siwon, her eyes blurry with tears.

Once a person is stimulated or injured, the seemingly invincible tough girl will suddenly transform from a fragile and delicate little rabbit. Her previous vows will turn out to be nothing more than empty words, nice to say but not to be true.

Shiyuan's love for Huang Yanheng was genuine. For thousands of years, amidst withered vines, old trees, and crows at dusk, he was the only one with a small bridge, flowing water, and a humble home. A lonely and desolate man, no matter how powerful or omnipotent he was, ultimately found solace in others.

Immersed in the world of the Investiture of the Gods and the Fallen Immortals, it's less accurate to say that Huang Yanheng's appearance was timely and perfectly timed, appearing precisely on the eve of the Primordial Chaos's collapse. With no faith, driven mad, and behaving erratically, Huang Yanheng became the Primordial Chaos's only salvation and light.

"Xiao Heng, eat it." Shi Yuan readily took out one of the pills he used to reshape his body and gave it to Huang Yanheng.

Huang Yanheng recognized the pill and turned her back to Shiyuan, righteously refusing it repeatedly. However, she couldn't resist Shiyuan's powerful influence in the end, and Huang Yanheng closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Having consumed the miraculous elixir, Huang Yanheng descended into the lava once more. This time, without incident, she arrived safely before the giant egg. Staring in astonishment at the imposing and majestic egg, a sinister smile spread across her face without attempt to conceal it. Huang Yanheng took out seven bottles from her God-Sealing and Fallen Immortal Ring and poured all the bright red blood from the bottles onto the giant egg.

The blood did not drip down the surface of the giant egg, nor was it baked by the scorching hot magma.

The evaporation was unexpected and caught everyone off guard. The lava stopped spewing out, and the blood on the giant egg was arranged in a unique, rarely heard-of formation according to the principles of the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams. Once the formation was complete, the giant egg shattered with a crack.

"Awoooooo..."

A baby dragon broke free from its eggshell and landed on the lava with a splash, rolling around as if it were a drowning person desperately calling for help.

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