The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 272 269: Canglong Jieao (asking for a vote)
In the Spring and Autumn Palace,

Deep underground, in the dungeon.

Baidi's hands and feet were bound with chains, and his shoulders were placed under heavy shackles. He had to exert great effort to stand upright in order to avoid drowning.

But standing for a long time is very physically demanding. Even though he is the White Emperor and his body has been tempered to a certain level, the pains of numbness, stuffiness, suffocation, etc. still come like a tide.

Moreover, even in the water dungeon of Asgard, you can't expect it to be very clean.

The water was turbid, smelly, and had some dead bodies such as rats floating on it. As the water rippled, Baidi would inevitably swallow some of the dirty water.

At first, he would continue to cough, but later, as his strength declined, he could no longer do even that.

There are also some creatures in the water. It is hard to tell whether they are leeches or insects. They swim around aimlessly until they get close to Baidi's skin, then they drill into it to death.

They suck blood, eat flesh, secrete toxins, and make people's death more painful.

Of course, they are also extremely weak. Baidi will try his best to activate the blocked magic power in his body, shooting out tiny sword energy to crush these dirty things.

This is Baidi’s only resistance!

This place can't be called hell, but it's not much better. Staying here for one minute is a double torture both physically and mentally.

In order to reduce the pain, Baidi involuntarily began to recall the distant past.

The lifespan of the golden elixir is eight hundred years, and it will not change just because this is within a secret realm. And he has lived for nearly six hundred years.

Six hundred years was a long enough time, and the spirit of a Jindan master was strong enough. He could even recall his first fight, his first martial arts training, his first time being praised by his mother, and his first time knowing the concept of death...

Perhaps it was because in this water dungeon that he didn't need to conceal himself or pretend to be majestic and frighten people and monsters.

So, he laughed without restraint and cried without scruples. He savored the happiness and relived the sadness.

Inevitably, he thought of Chu Zhou again and remembered the promise made by this outsider.

In fact, he had thought about using all the power of Baidi City to capture Chu Zhou, torture him, and extract the information he needed.

But he did not choose to do so in the end. Perhaps it was because of Chu Zhou's strength, or perhaps it was because he saw kindness in Chu Zhou. In the end, he chose to ask for an illusory promise.

He even trapped himself in this water dungeon for this promise.

Do you want to ask him if he regrets it?
Of course, I regret it so much!
But if he had to do it again, would he make a different choice?

Bai Di thought about it and suddenly realized that regret and choice are two different things!
He will regret it, but he will still ask for a promise for the future of the human race. For this promise, he will still help Chu Zhou escape and be captured by the Yellow Turban warriors, and then be imprisoned in this damn water prison.

Quite contradictory, isn't it?
But this is the answer in his heart!

He just hopes that everything he does is not in vain!

Perhaps, this is the only thing he can do as the White Emperor, and what he must do!
His thoughts flew far away, and in a trance, Baidi seemed to have auditory hallucinations.

He heard the sound of the door opening, the footsteps approaching, and the rattling sound of the chains tightening.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had been dragged out of the water prison. A Yellow Turban strongman removed his shackles, brought clean water, washed him, and put on fresh clothes.

All this happened so quickly that Bai Di couldn't react until he was taken out of the prison and saw a familiar face at the door.

Chu Zhou was standing there, surrounded by at least a hundred Yellow Turban warriors. The aura of some of the warriors was unfathomable, like an abyss.

"You, you, why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to pick you up!"

"Go out? How to go out? This is the Spring and Autumn Palace. No one can go out after the Spring and Autumn Palace is closed. It's impossible!"

"That was before, but it's possible now."

Baidi finally realized something. He looked around and his eyes swept over those yellow-turbaned warriors.

Only then did he realize that these Yellow Turban warriors were more like guards than escorts.

They are protecting Chu Zhou!

"who are you?"

Bai Di asked the question in his heart, and Chu Zhou answered without hesitation: "If you asked before, I could only tell you that I am me, Chu Zhou, the master of Xuanzhen Palace."

"But now it's different. I can add another title to myself, for example, the Lord of the Secret Realm!"

"Lord of the Secret Realm, you said you are the Great Red Dragon Immortal?"

"The Red Dragon Immortal is the creator, and I am at most a successor. However, that is not important anymore.

Baidi, I am here to take you out of the Spring and Autumn Palace. I need you to go back to Baidi City to organize and lead the human race there."

"Is the demon tribe coming to attack?"

"Perhaps the situation is worse than you thought. I'm afraid that blue dragon is going to make a big move!"

"I understand. I will do my job well."

Bai Di pursed his lips and asked again: "I want to ask if what you promised still counts?"

"Don't worry, my promise will always count!"

……

Baidi is gone!

Chu Zhou directly opened the main gate of the Spring and Autumn Palace, personally escorted him to the door, and even sent him a team of six yellow turban strongmen.

It's not only for his safety, but also provides sufficient face.

As for Chu Zhou, he returned to the observatory, and through the connection between the observatories, he jumped back to the Red Dragon Palace.

That’s right, it’s a teleportation formation that can easily cross the vast distances of the nine immortal palaces.

That’s all. It’s just one of the small functions of the observatory and it’s nothing.

Red Dragon Palace,
Inside the observatory, a water mirror was suspended in the air, emitting a bright and precious light.

In the water mirror, a pair of eyes burning with flames opened and closed quickly, showing scenes one after another.

The Sky-Surveying Eye, also known as the Sky-Surveying Treasure Realm, can observe everything within the secret realm and lock onto all enemies, just like reading lines on the palm of your hand!
Then, the scene freezes and a picture appears.

It was on a mountain surrounded by black winds, and a golden eagle rushed down with a fierce roar. At that time, dozens or even hundreds of big monsters gathered there, roaring loudly, and the demonic energy rose to the sky.

Countless half-demons were howling and waving various weapons, causing chaos in the air.

The scene changed, and another mountain appeared, surrounded by mist and fog, which was very beautiful.

However, its terrifying power was only revealed when a giant snake coiled on the mountain, wantonly displaying its terrifying snake body.

Looking closely, there was a half-human, half-snake monster on the snake's head. He was holding a steel fork, his tongue moving in and out, his pupils glowing with cold light, staring intently at the ground below.

Below, there were also dozens or hundreds of monsters, and even tens of thousands of half-monster armies gathered.

They seemed much more obedient, very quiet and frightened.

The scene changed again, and it was already on the Canglong Mountain. The Canglong was stretching its body wantonly and swallowing the food brought by the monsters in big mouthfuls.

Humans, beasts, half-demons, and even monsters. Some were just dead, while others were still alive, being swallowed up, chewed, and bleeding.

As if it had discovered the peeping, the blue dragon suddenly raised its head, stared at the sky, and met Chu Zhou's eyes through its sky-patterning eyes.

No one retreated, but after a moment, Canglong seemed to feel a little bored, lowered his head again, opened his big mouth, and suddenly sucked, swallowing all the escorted half-demons in one gulp.

Chu Zhou's face twitched when he saw it. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the fairy in the painting, and asked, "Can you tell me in detail what this blue dragon is like?"

The fairy in the painting stood there charmingly, her eyes lingering on the dragon.

It was not until Chu Zhou asked her a question that she turned her head and said, "Canglong Jie'ao is the only offspring of Chilong. When he was born, we sisters were responsible for taking care of him for a period of time.

You know, at first, there were no second-generation immortal servants. The Red Dragon Immortal was actually very happy that such a little guy was born. The name was given by the Red Dragon Immortal himself, hoping that he would have the pride of a true dragon. "

“But later on, when the Great Red Dragon had to deal with these second-generation immortal servants, he ran into trouble.

Theoretically, he is also within the scope of handling, but this dragon is different after all!"

After a moment of silence, the fairy in the painting continued, "The Great Red Dragon is actually a soft-hearted person. He was born in the Beast Taming Sect and has some ties with the one in the High Heaven Palace, so he was also supported.

The red dragon swimming under the seat of the Great Red Dragon Immortal is actually his companion fairy beast. It was cultivated step by step from a golden red carp, and finally crossed the Dragon Gate to become a red dragon.

It is not easy for this kind of fairy beast to have a dragon descendant, and Canglong Jie'ao is the only one."

"The Red Dragon Immortal couldn't bring himself to kill him, and coupled with the Red Dragon Aoyou's plea, he finally found a compromise - he kept it, but as a mount."

"In the name of the mount?"

Chu Zhou couldn't help but look up and asked, "Whose mount is it?"

"Of course it is the later master of the secret realm, that is, you, my master."

"In other words, this dragon is a gift from the Red Dragon Immortal?"

"You can say that!"

"Then what's going on now?"

"As the child grows up, he has his own ideas. He, the Blue Dragon King Jie Ao, no longer wants to be a mount, but wants this cave, this blessed land.

He even wants to use this as a springboard to achieve something his father has not done, to become an immortal!"

Chu Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "How do you know all this?"

"Of course he said so himself, Master. You don't think he has been silent for so many years, do you?"

"What did he do?"

"Attack the Red Dragon Palace! In the beginning, we did it almost every three or four hundred years. Later, when we realized it was not that easy, we delayed it for longer and longer periods of time.

But every time he came, he could accumulate more strength, have stronger means, and more powerful magical powers.

To date, it has happened hundreds of times, to be exact, one hundred and thirteen times. Even with the arrangements made by the Great Red Dragon, we are still somewhat powerless!"

The fairy in the painting looked away and looked at the water mirror again, saying, "When you, my master, unlock the art of mediating fate and the spiritual power of heaven and earth returns to normal, I know that this guy will not be at peace."

"Master, this is the first challenge you will face when you take over this secret realm.

Whether you capture it, kill it, or exile it, you have to deal with this dragon."

I haven't even had time to sit down yet and someone wants to snatch my paradise away?
Chu Zhou actually really wanted to say something to this blue dragon: I will give you the position, and I will not register it with the Heavenly Court. Without special methods, you will not be able to refine this cave.

But this is just thought!
Chu Zhou raised his head slightly and asked again: "Then tell me again, what kind of power can I mobilize? I can't say that I will fight this battle alone, right?"

"Of course that's impossible! However, I'm afraid the master will be disappointed with the specific number."

"Give me a precise answer. I need an assessment."

"Because the second generation of immortal servants were destroyed, the Great Immortal Red Dragon re-employed us, the first generation of immortal servants, and of course brought us all from the Heavenly Palace.

The varieties include puppet origami men, bean soldiers, yellow turban warriors, fairy palace guards, etc. However, most of them are actually used to maintain the cave.

For example, among the bean soldiers, a large number of them are proficient in spiritual plants, alchemy, drawing talismans, refining weapons, taming beasts, weaving, etc. They are not combat units and cannot fight.

The ones who can really fight are the Yellow Turban Warriors and the Celestial Palace Guards. They are now scattered among the nine Celestial Palaces, with a total of 365 Celestial Palace Guards and 8,900 Yellow Turban Warriors. "

"How many?"

"Three hundred and sixty-five Celestial Palace guards and eight thousand nine hundred Yellow Turban warriors!"

"That is to say, the total number is only a little over 9,000, less than 10,000, and they have to defend nine palaces. On average, each palace has only a little over 1,000 people?"

"Yes!"

Chu Zhou couldn't sit still any longer. "How could there be only this many people? With such a large palace, it would be impossible to take care of it with just this few people, right?"

“Master, you are right, but this is the current situation!
Although we are puppets, we will also wear out, get sick, and die."

The fairy in the painting spoke calmly: "Even we are not truly immortal. If we awaken our self-awareness or become pessimistic, we will get sick and choose to annihilate our virtual consciousness.

We cannot choose life, but we can choose death. This is the fairness of the universe.

Furthermore, Canglong Jieao knew that the Red Dragon Palace was not so easy to break through, but he still did it tirelessly, just to speed up our losses."

"However, if the master has the ability to repair puppets, then it would be easy. There are at least nearly 100,000 corpses piled up in the warehouse. After some repairs, it should be possible to wake up quite a few of them."

"You don't have any special puppets to repair the puppet Taoist soldiers?"

"This is strictly forbidden by Heaven. Even Heaven is afraid that puppets will give birth to true spiritual intelligence."

"Then tell me, what are the strength levels of the Yellow Turban Warriors and the Asgard Guards?"

"Normal Yellow Turban warriors have the cultivation level of Golden Core, while the leader of the Yellow Turban warriors is somewhere between the late Golden Core and early Nascent Soul stages.

As for the Celestial Palace guards, they were truly born for killing. Even the ordinary silver armored ones had the cultivation base of the early Nascent Soul stage. As for the gold armored generals, at least they were in the late Nascent Soul stage, and could even be comparable to the great powers of the God of Transformation. "

"That's not bad at all. Among the 365 Asgardian guards, how many golden-armored generals are there?"

"Not even one!"

"What?"

"To be precise, the last one was killed in the hands of Canglong Jie'ao."

At this point in the conversation, Chu Zhou realized that he seemed to have forgotten the most crucial issue.

"By the way, what realm is that blue dragon in? Could it be a god?"

"That's not it!"

"That's good, that's good!"

"But he is a great master of the Void Refining Realm!"

At this moment, Chu Zhou's expression finally froze.

The first thought that popped into his mind was, could the 'unknown danger' in the main quest be this dragon?
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