What she fears most are those things that her master has erased the seal on and that she has temporarily forgotten!

Just seeing this terrifying black dragon made Ji Fengyao tremble with fear.

Despite this, she showed no sign of backing down.

“Little Jiaojiao, don’t be afraid. These are all things of the past. Master… Master is here…” Mo Linxian’s voice suddenly rang in her ears. Although his voice was clearly unease, he still wholeheartedly wanted to comfort her and make her less afraid.

It was her master! Her master was right beside her soul at that moment!

Thinking of Mo Linxian's existence, Ji Fengyao felt much calmer. She continued to mentally prepare herself: "There must be something even more terrifying to come, Yunyao. You can't be so fragile. You have to become strong. You have to protect your master and your family!"

The black dragon led her into the demon realm beneath the abyss of sin.

It was dark and gloomy there, filled with demonic energy.

Everywhere there were deep, crisscrossing ravines, from which flowed dark red magma with hints of gold.

The entire space was filled with a dense aura of death, and miserable wails rose and fell incessantly amidst the rolling demonic energy.

What a terrifying scene it was, like something out of hell.

The great black dragon carried her, who was on the verge of death from being battered by the fierce winds and soaring demonic energy, as they continued their journey through this desolate land.

Finally, he arrived at a demonic city built entirely of corpses.

In the city of Shanghai, millions of demons knelt down silently and kowtowed in worship upon seeing the great black dragon.

The great black dragon was moving very fast, and the wind was strong in her ears. She couldn't hear the content of the demonic cultivators' shouts at all.

The scene briefly shifts—it shows her fainting from the torment.

When the scene stabilized again, she was bound to a black stone slab that looked like a coffin lid, with meteorite iron chains as thick as an adult's arm fastened around her wrists, ankles, and neck.

This is a vast and eerily dark palace, with five iron chains extending to the high walls and the towering ceiling.

On the high walls on all four sides, a few pale white lamps burned in the distance, their pale and weak light insufficient to illuminate the main hall.

The hall was dark and damp, and the dripping water deepened her fear with each sound.

"Master...Master...Yao'er is so scared...Master, where are you..."

At that time, she was still very innocent and weak, sobbing softly and helplessly, calling out for her master.

She felt immense regret for not listening to her master.

If she hadn't secretly left his side and gone off to wander around alone, she wouldn't have fallen into the hands of the Great Black Dragon.

The little bandit floated in her past life, whispering anxiously in Yun Yao's ear, "Stop crying! If you can't find a way to escape, keep pretending to be dead, otherwise you'll summon that big black dragon!"

But she quickly came to her senses that this was just a memory, something that had already happened, and she couldn't change it.

The woman in her memory naturally couldn't hear what she was saying.

As expected.

Hearing Xiao Yunyao's cries, the great black dragon snaked its way over.

Its scales, larger than an adult's palm, gleamed eerily under the pale light.

Its body coiled around the stone platform that imprisoned Xiao Yunyao, its upper body standing upright, its dragon head lowered, and its eyes, larger than copper bells and gleaming with a terrifying cold light, stared straight at the little girl on the stone platform.