Chapter 581 The Crow Fakes Death

唳——

In the void of the universe, there is a boundless land floating, and countless huge birds and monsters are flapping their wings and chirping, shuttling back and forth in the void.

This is the headquarters of the Winged Palace. The land is a floating continent moved from the Qianyuan Realm. It is the original old nest. Under the protection of gods and demons, there have been almost no changes. Many tiny creatures living on the floating continent are unaware that the world has changed.

After Nether Candle Dragon left the Demon King's Palace, he took a few steps and arrived at the base camp of the flying demon clan.

Under the interaction of auras, a fierce will spread over him before he even stepped onto the floating continent.

"Zhulong, what do you want from me?"

"Senior Yin Ya, I am worried that those strange things may change. I want to confirm them again to avoid any accidents that may affect the overall situation."

The Netherworld Candle Dragon stopped outside the floating continent, bowed slightly, and actually showed respect as a junior, and his tone was extremely polite.

You can't be rude. This senior is the Nine-headed Yin Crow. Everyone in the world thought he was dead, and he told the aliens the same thing. In fact, Yin Crow is not dead. He is back and brought with him 100,000 rule-level monsters.

As for the weirdness, the Nine-headed Yin Crow was the real leader, he was just pushed to the surface. For some reason, this Yin Crow senior didn't want to reveal the news that he was still alive, so he didn't ask too much.

"Accident? Those monsters have been strictly sealed. Without my command, there is no way they can escape."

The old voice was faint and ethereal, as if it had passed through different worlds before it reached Zhulong's mind.

"I'm not afraid that the monster will break the seal and escape, but the human race has made some big moves recently. I'm worried that they will discover the existence of the monster in advance. I need to confirm whether there are any loopholes in the storage place."

The Netherworld Candle Dragon looked solemn, with worry in his eyes. These monsters were really very important. They were the most powerful force used to check and balance the human race, and they must not be lost.

"Well, since you're worried, go and have a look."

The Nine-headed Crow's voice remained calm, and it was obvious that it did not comment on Zhulong's concerns, but it seemed impatient to argue with Zhulong, so it agreed directly.

"Thank you, Senior Yin Ya!"

Nether Candle Dragon lowered his hand slightly. This Yin Crow had a very strange temper. He felt relieved that he could make the other party give in so easily.

Swoosh! A pitch-black feather emitting a strange aura shot out from the void and automatically fell into the hands of the Netherworld Candle Dragon.

After getting what he wanted, Zhulong did not delay any longer. His figure flashed and he disappeared.

At the edge of the universe, on an endless battlefield, the figure of the Netherworld Candle Dragon stepped out of the void and stood on a shattered and chaotic piece of space and time.

The endless battlefield is not only chaotic, but also the largest of all battlefields. The Nether Candle Dragon crossed over according to the spatial coordinates left behind. According to its will and perception, there is not a single living thing in the surrounding area.

The Nether Candle Dragon was extremely cautious and swept his will back and forth again and again. After confirming it was safe again and again, he nodded with satisfaction, flipped his palm, and took out the black feather.

"Finally, I've waited for you!"

An unobservable silk thread gently wrapped around the neck of the Netherworld Candle Dragon. Bai Donglin was like a ghost, his will lurking in it, observing Candle Dragon's every move.

For ten years, he had been secretly spying on this old dragon for a full ten years. Finally, he got the idea.

"This strange feather belongs to the Nine-headed Crow? I didn't expect to get such an unexpected gain. The only Nine-headed Crow in the world is not dead!"

"This is really big news!"

Under Bai Donglin's scorching gaze, the Netherworld Candle Dragon twirled a feather in his hand, his expression solemn, and he made hand gestures with his left hand, muttering something.

The feathers trembled slightly, and a faint light flickered. Then a pitch-black flame surged out, and the feathers began to burn fiercely. A faint shrill cry could be heard from among them.

"This is……"

Bai Donglin was sure that he was not dazzled. Through the Endless Styx, he clearly observed that the burning black feathers began to appear double images, layer upon layer, and the number was unknown.

This is not the power of the dimension. He did not sense the breath of the dimension, but... the power of the world!

"I see. If we didn't know that the Nine-headed Crow was still alive, who would have thought that it would be hidden in this way? It's really secretive. Without a specific method, it would be impossible to find it even if you rack your brains!"

Through the fluctuations of the aura emitted by the pitch-black feathers, combined with the description of the abilities of the Nine-headed Crow in the secret story, Bai Donglin has already guessed where the monster is hiding.

Buzz——

Bai Donglin's thoughts did not affect the actions of the Nether Candle Dragon. The ceremony was completed in an instant. The black feathers were completely burned out, turning into a fireball shining with a faint light and rising into the sky.

boom!!

The fireball exploded violently, time and space stagnated, and everything around seemed to have pressed the pause button.

The pitch-black flames seemed to have a strange magical power. The area covered by it lost all color and turned into black and white.

Abstract and confusing, everything within a thousand miles, including the Netherworld Candle Dragon, became strange and turned into a bizarre scene outlined by lines.

It was like a line drawing that was forcibly embedded into the real world. The Netherworld Candle Dragon was just like a cartoon character in the painting. With a wave of his hand, a door covered with patterns slowly emerged and opened automatically, revealing a dark entrance.

It was obviously not the first time that the Netherworld Candle Dragon had experienced such a scene. He looked calm as he stepped into the dark cave entrance. As the Candle Dragon entered, the white-out scene that spread for thousands of miles was squeezed by the real world and was compressed into a speck of light without any resistance and disappeared.

Everything returned to normal, as if the strange scene just now had never happened.

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Tick-tock——

A drop of white water fell into the endless darkness, creating circles of white ripples.

This is an eerie and silent world, pitch black and boundless. The Nether Candle Dragon walks on the pitch-black mirror, stirring up countless ripples. It takes dozens of steps, stops, leans over and reaches out its hand into the darkness. Endless white runes float out from the palm of its hand, like white paint falling into black water, infecting and spreading. White and black intertwine and twitch, spinning madly.

A violent vortex gradually formed. Despite such a big movement, there was still no sound. This was a silent world.

"Tsk tsk, I finally found you, a hundred thousand rule-level monster!"

Bai Donglin's will was slightly agitated, his eyes lowered, and he saw, in the depths of the huge whirlpool, there were strange things standing up.

There is the "six-color cube" that he has seen before, as well as the four-color pyramid, nine-sided, eight-sided, and so on, in strange shapes, but Bai Donglin now understands that each side and each color represents a powerful rule-level monster suppressed behind it.

The Netherworld Candle Dragon was cautious. After opening the whirlpool, he did not go down immediately. Instead, he observed from outside for a moment to make sure that the backup plan he left behind had not been tampered with. Only then did he step into the depths of the whirlpool with peace of mind.

At this point, Zhulong had ruled out the possibility of an invasion by outsiders and began to check whether there was a problem with the internal anomaly.

Zhulong's movements were very fast. After all, he was in the tenth realm. With his will spreading and covering, he could observe every detail without making any mistakes.

"Huh, it seems I was thinking too much, there is no problem."

Nether Candle Dragon heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't think he was making a fuss. For such a major event that would determine the direction of the war, it would not be excessive to be cautious.

After confirming it again and again, Zhulong made some hand gestures to close the vortex channel, and under the guidance of the "black flame" from the outside world, he left this strange world.

Tick-tock——

The endless Styx slowly manifested, and an extremely tiny tributary brought a hint of green to the dark world.

"Hahaha, one hundred thousand weird rules, they're all mine!"

"Dark Stone Tablet, wake up, it's time to prepare dinner!"

Bai Donglin stepped out of the River Styx and, for the first time, crossed the world line, left the real world, and came to a strange world located in the layer of infinite turbulence.

"This is such a great place to hide things! If I didn't possess the rules of the world..."

(End of this chapter)