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However, after howling for a long time, Little Eight suddenly realized... it seemed to be alright?
Xiao Ba tentatively opened one eye and discovered that he was enveloped in a faint, multicolored divine light, which completely isolated him from the resentment in the Dead Sea, preventing him from being touched by it.
"Huh?"
It raised its paw and poked the multicolored light shield that enveloped it, then its eyes lit up.
Wow! You're really okay!!
"Host, you're amazing~~~~"
Nan Qing simply held a plate of snacks, leisurely lying on the rocking chair, swaying back and forth, looking down at Xiao Ba below with a smile in her eyes.
With such a lack of courage, he still needs to work on it.
Little Eight was completely unaware that Nan Qing was secretly planning which ancient perilous places to take it to test its courage next time. At this moment, it was smugly doing somersaults in the Dead Sea, and even wiggling its little butt cheekily, defiantly challenging the roaring black mist:
"Come on~ come on~~ Try and catch me if you dare~~ Hehehe~~~"
Hachiko was having a blast in the Dead Sea, and even started fantasizing about how he would proudly show off his glorious deeds when he saw his father again.
He's a time-space beast that swam across the Dead Sea!!
The only one!!!
It was secretly pleased with itself, completely unaware that its beloved father, though also a Time-Space Beast, received vastly different treatment from it...
The far north.
A majestic, pitch-black palace stands atop the endless sea.
The palace was shrouded in black mist, its malevolent aura condensing into clouds, and its dome hung high inside, as if plunged into eternal night.
Only the eerie blue dragon breath fire within the hall coiled around the pillars, burning silently and emitting a cold light.
Inside the palace, on the high platform, a figure sat languidly on the black jade throne.
He was dressed in black robes with dark hair, his skin was pale and cold, his slender fingers rested casually on the armrest, a wisp of dark golden dragon breath swirling around his fingertips, his narrow eyes were slightly lowered, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, unfathomable, and a dark golden dragon pattern at the corner of his eyes made his face look eerie, dangerous, and alluring.
Just sitting there, the oppressive aura emanating from him made the air in the entire hall stagnant.
And below the stage—
Chongming, the director of the Celestial Time and Space Bureau, is Xiao Ba's usually imposing father.
At that moment, Chongming was bowing respectfully, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and his breathing was extremely soft.
"Your Excellency, regarding the issue of identity in this small world..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man on the throne suddenly looked up.
In that instant, Chongming felt a jolt in his soul, as if he were being stared at from the abyss, and even his soul felt as if it were about to be frozen.
Mo Bei's eyes were pitch black, like an endless night, making it difficult for anyone to meet his gaze. His thin lips parted slightly as he spoke:
There will be no next time.
His voice wasn't loud, but it was colder than the ice that had been frozen for thousands of years beneath the polar glaciers. Every word carried a suffocating pressure, yet it was terrifyingly calm.
Chongming lowered his head, enduring the ancient pressure emanating from the person above, and replied with difficulty:
"yes."
When the figure disappeared, Chongming slowly straightened up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and felt a chill run down his spine.
It's no wonder he lost his composure; even the Heavenly Emperor himself would likely be unable to withstand such pressure, let alone him.
After all, it was the only remaining divine beast in the Three Realms.
—Ancient Ink Dragon.
The Dragon Clan reigns supreme, and all beasts bow before it.
The black dragon symbolizes "evil," and its breath is tainted with evil. Wherever it passes, the sky darkens and the sun and moon lose their light.
But ironically, this venerable one is not evil.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, he suddenly appeared in the Three Realms. No one knew where he came from, nor how he escaped the ancient divine calamity that caused the fall of all gods.
His strength surpasses that of all beings in the Three Realms, yet he is aloof and cold, detached from conflict, and lives alone in the far south sea. Even the rules of Heaven cannot restrain him.
Until 100,000 years ago, the Celestial Realm and the Underworld were at war again. The two realms clashed, immortal magic ran rampant, the netherworld was in chaos, and the three realms were in turmoil.
At that moment, he transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall dragon, its roar resounding through the heavens, shattering the countless immortal arts and ghostly auras.
On that day, his dragon tail swept across the land, and the heavenly soldiers and generals were routed. Wherever his dragon claws reached, all the underworld generals bowed their heads.
With his own power and overwhelming force, he subdued the two sovereigns, forcing the Heavenly Emperor and the Underworld Lord to the Abyss of Chaos. His cold dragon eyes gazed at them, and he uttered only eight words:
"If you dare to make any further moves, you will be annihilated, body and soul."
Since then, the Heavenly Realm and the Underworld have made peace and sworn a blood oath, never daring to start a war again for tens of thousands of years.
Both the celestial realm and the underworld revere him as "Supreme One".
Recalling these past events, Chongming bowed deeply once more before turning away. He clearly remembered that after that great battle, the Heavenly Emperor secluded himself for three thousand years before recovering his strength.
Such an existence.....
Who dares to be disrespectful? And who can be without fear?
So when this Venerable One approached him and asked him to send out a small beast to lead an immortal to a small world, his immortal body was almost terrified. Moreover, the Venerable One imposed various restrictions on him.
Helpless, he could only send his still-untransformed little brother to complete the task...
It alone, unformed yet capable of humor, and seemingly foolish, is utterly clueless about many things, yet possesses exceptional talent—it seems born for the mission bestowed upon it by its lord…
However, it seems quite good so far, the only problem is that there was an issue with its identity in the last world!
If it weren't for the timely reaction that split the Venerable One's soul in two, his immortal life would probably be over today...
Sigh, I should still subtly remind that silly boy that he must make sure to coax and amuse him!
However, Xiao Ba was completely unaware of Chongming's thoughts and concerns; all it knew was that the Dead Sea was really fun!
Nan Qing sat lazily in the rocking chair, a cup of sweet milk tea between her fingers, the cool kind.
Just as the human and the beast were having a good time, a cold, sharp shout suddenly came from afar:
"How dare you trespass into my forbidden territory of the Underworld!"
A dark figure stepped through the air, surrounded by eerie ghostly energy. His face was cold and stern, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Nan Qing, using his malevolent aura to separate the resentment of the Dead Sea.
Nan Qing continued rocking in her rocking chair, her bare feet swaying back and forth, her pale toes standing out starkly in the dark Dead Sea. She casually raised her eyes, her silver gaze sweeping indifferently over the person approaching, her voice cold and clear:
"Come here and have some fun, then leave."
The newcomer was none other than Chi Lian, the Lord of the Underworld.
Just now, the underworld soldiers reported that people from the celestial realm had entered the Dead Sea. They dared not step in and had to ask the Underworld King to come and investigate in person.
Chi Lian initially thought it was some ignorant little fairy who had accidentally trespassed into the forbidden area, but seeing the silver-haired woman's leisurely state and the little beast splashing around in the sea, the situation was clearly not what he thought. Chi Lian frowned.
When did such a person appear in the Heavenly Realm?
Especially when those silver eyes looked over, he felt a strong pressure enveloping his entire body.
"This Dead Sea contains the resentment of ancient demons and gods; it's not a good place to play."
Nan Qing didn't reply, but slowly sipped the last mouthful of milk tea, then turned to the little eight in the sea and said:
"Have you had enough fun?"
Xiao Ba was kicking a black ball formed from resentment like a football when it heard this. It immediately released its grip, did a graceful somersault, and leaped out of the Dead Sea, landing on Nan Qing's lap.
"Little Eight's had enough fun~~"
"Um."
Nan Qing responded softly, and then a five-colored divine light containing the supreme laws of the Great Dao surged out from her body. The light was pure and powerful, and all the resentment in the sky above the Dead Sea dissipated.
The next second, the man and the beast vanished above the Dead Sea, leaving only Chi Lian, stunned and unable to recover from the shock of the Great Dao...
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