As soon as the scroll left the body, Gui Kui could no longer hold on and scattered into a pile of steaming tentacles, like black boiling oil, flowing calmly to the surface and merging with the sticky sea of blood.
Yan Huan stared at the painting in his hand in a daze. It was made of nothing more than ordinary silk, which was so plain that it was almost rough for a cultivator. The axis was made of white jade and the rope was made of red thread. Even after thousands of years, it still gave off a familiar spiritual fluctuation.
… Fu Guang.
He slowly lifted the scroll and awkwardly moved his face closer and closer. Like a hot knife cutting through oil, the knot on the scroll pressed through his fake skin without any hindrance and pressed deeply against his real body.
Support the light.
"... Why are you here?" The Dragon God muttered vaguely, and he began to laugh. His smile contained so much madness and joy that it seemed to set himself on fire. "I have been looking for you for so long, so long, I can't count how many years... Why are you here?"
He stood there, mumbling and laughing for a while, and then muttered to the scroll for a long time. Every word he uttered was like sticky tentacles and thick mud, and no one could hear the specific meaning. The onlookers could only come to one conclusion, that is, he had already gone crazy.
The powerful demon cultivators from outside the domain all rushed over at this moment and gathered at the periphery of the ghost beast army, but they did not dare to enter.
After following Yan Huan for many years, they have their own set of methods. As long as you don't make any noise or act rashly, don't get in the way of the ghost beast army, and just follow behind like a transparent person, your personal safety is basically safe. Most of the demon cultivators who died tragically on the Dragon Patrol Day were because they looked directly at the true body of the ghost dragon, and their minds were annihilated and their consciousness was shattered in an instant, and then they were swallowed by the ghost beast.
But things are different now. The Ghost Dragon Supreme did not return to Tanggu after the Dragon Patrol Day and continue to sleep. Instead, he fell to the lower world for the first time and turned into a human body that he had never seen before...
With the keen sense of smell of cultivators, the demon cultivators instinctively felt that something big was about to happen, and a huge opportunity was also contained in the extraordinary actions of the Supreme.
But what kind of opportunity was that? No one knew, and no one dared to speculate.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Huan finally moved.
He put on a dark robe, hugged the scroll tightly in his arms, set up a weird and ominous cloud like mycelium, and flew out of the world. The vast and treacherous ghost beasts followed the Dragon God like a tail that drowned the world. Some powerful demon cultivators could not help but muster up their courage and risked their lives to take a peek at the Dragon God's body.
—They were all surprised to find that the extremely evil ghost dragon, after changing into human form, was actually the most handsome they had ever seen, as if it was the incarnation of "**" who had fallen into the human world.
The demon cultivators didn't dare to say a word. They looked at each other cautiously. In the past, they were accustomed to fighting against each other and skinning and sucking each other's bones. Now they gave up the fun of fighting among themselves. They followed the ghost beast and left this small world.
The Dragon God passed through numerous sinking, floating, and circling celestial bodies, and through the black light radiated by the mysterious sun. Countless stardust and dust particles smashed into the corners of his robe. He was always immersed in his own world, lost in confusion alone.