"Go back!" Wen Long closed his eyes and opened his mouth to order the Iron Rooster.
Upon hearing the command, the rooster, which had been about to peck at the cliff, immediately stopped. After crowing a few times, it turned around, spread its wings, and flew down the cliff shrouded in dark clouds. In an instant, it disappeared from sight.
The cliff was bottomless, and at that moment, the centipede's blood flowed downwards. A dozen seconds later, the sound of blood dripping onto the water's surface was heard, "Ding-dong!"
With those few drips, a faint smell of blood wafted up from beneath the black mist.
At this moment, this normally ferocious centipede seemed to have become a resentful woman who, even when subjected to violence, dared not resist, merely clinging to the crevice with her nearly broken body...
"Hmph, you were just a little centipede back then. I brought you to this misty land and nourished you with the blood and bones of heaven and earth, just so that you could be of use when needed. But what have you done? You dare to neglect your duties..."
Wen Long stepped onto the centipede's back. He listened to the "plop!" sound of blood falling into the deep pool, but remained calm and composed, as if it were none of his business.
Wen Long stood firmly on the opposite bank and looked up at the vast white world before him. There was no wind, no rain, and no sunlight. It seemed that only the light reflected from the flat white ground illuminated everything around him.
Not long after Wen Long stepped out, a "snap!" sound came from behind him, and the centipede disappeared into the black mist.
But soon, screams came from beneath the black mist, the same thin, drawn-out sound the centipede had made when it begged for mercy.
"Sigh!" Upon hearing the voice, Wen Long turned around, walked back to the edge of the cliff, and looked down slightly. Black smoke swirled and poisonous mist filled the air below. A slight, ambiguous smile appeared on Wen Long's lips as he sighed, "I told you all to be obedient long ago. This is the result of disobedience. The law of the jungle is the nature of demons. They can't stand the smell of blood. Those trained in this poisonous pool are all my capable henchmen..."
"I have spent over a thousand years creating this secret poisonous pool, so that one day I may be able to use it..."
"Buzzing..." From the bottom of the poisonous pool came a series of terrifying sounds, like bones being chewed.
"Hahaha, what a beautiful sound!" Wen Long slowly turned his body around, his back to the poisonous pool, his smile somewhat stiff.
After laughing with his head held high, he raised his hands, tidied his hair, and ignored what was behind him. He then slowly walked forward. "This poisonous pool operates on a survival-of-the-fittest principle. I raised you, so you must guard this palace for me. If you neglect your duties, this will be your fate..."
Wen Long's voice echoed above the poisonous pool.
White clouds rolled around in the distance, and before them stretched a vast, boundless jade-like ground. The ground was empty, without any trees, flowers, or grass.
Lift your foot and follow the middle path straight ahead. After about a hundred meters, go up a slope and at the end of your sight, a huge palace appears. The palace is entirely built of white stone blocks, and from a distance, it looks like a palace made of jade.
The floor, paved with the finest white jade, shimmered with a warm, lustrous light.
A phoenix spreads its wings as if about to take flight on the eaves carved from sandalwood; floating windows are carved from green tiles; and walls are made of piled jade...
In the distance, wisps of mist seemed to shroud the palace, making it appear like a mirage, full of mystery.
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