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In a secluded corner of the city, unnoticed by anyone, a figure enveloped in chaotic energy had been sitting quietly for some time.

The chaotic energy was like a thin veil, completely isolating his aura from the surrounding space.

No one noticed his presence, as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from the world.

Beside him crouched a dog-like creature, also shrouded in chaotic energy.

Only a pair of eyes gleamed with a dim light, idly licking its paws.

The chaotic figure glanced at the true dragon that was still dozing on the clouds.

A muffled whisper came from within.

It was as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was discussing something with the dog beside him.

The dog-like creature wagged its tail, yawned, and then laid its chin on the ground.

It seems that they are not interested in the rare, invincible true dragon that is so powerful throughout the ages.

The chaotic energy subsided once more, and the figure remained seated quietly, yet no one noticed his presence.

In the Forbidden City today, there are far more than one person like this.

At the top of an ancient tree, a figure dressed in a black and white Taoist robe stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, the phantoms of a giant fish and a roc were intertwined and colliding, resembling a yin-yang symbol.

He looked at the real dragon in the sky, without any fear or respect in his eyes.

It even carried a hint of disdain and nonchalance.

A few hundred meters away from him, in a teahouse in a street alley, a figure was surrounded by a wisp of white mist.

A creature emerged from within the white mist.

It resembles a sheep, is entirely white, has two horns on its head, and two wings on its back.

Those eyes were as clear as water, as if they could see through all the mysteries of the world.

Sitting opposite him was a young monk wearing a kasaya and holding prayer beads in his hand.

The monk chanted sutras silently, oblivious to the dragon above his head and the clamor of the city. His brows held both compassion and Vajra wrath.

Deeper still, there are many more silent figures.

None of them rushed in as arrogantly as that real dragon, nor were they eager to reveal their presence.

It seems that this battle for immortal gold has little to do with them; they are just here to participate in the excitement.

But anyone who dares to underestimate these silent onlookers would be sorely mistaken.

To be able to appear in Wangjin City at this time and remain calm and composed in the face of the true dragon's oppressive aura is itself a testament to one's strength.

Just as the cultivators throughout the city were still secretly pondering the true dragon, a terrifying scream rang out, shattering everyone's thoughts.

"Look! What's that! A sun, trailing a long rainbow, is hurtling towards us!"

Everyone suddenly turned their heads to look in the direction opposite the real dragon.

On the horizon, a magnificent golden-red sun was hurtling towards us at an incredible speed.

A magnificent rainbow was left behind.

At first glance, it was just a thin line, but in an instant, it turned the entire western sky into a blazing sea of ​​fire.

Even the gray mist surrounding the restricted area was evaporated completely where the sun passed.

The clouds were completely ignited, crackling and popping, as if even heaven and earth were cheering for the arrival of the creature.

Then, a high-pitched cry rang out, shaking the heavens and the earth, and startling and extinguishing all the evil spirits in the heavens.

Wherever the sound waves passed, those with lower cultivation levels felt their blood boiling, their primordial spirit trembling, and every drop of water in their bodies evaporated.

Some people even experienced their body hair spontaneously combusting.

That scorching and domineering aura was the complete opposite of the deathly coldness when the true dragon descended, yet it was just as suffocating.

The golden sun reached directly above the Forbidden City, spreading a wave of heat as it stopped before slowly receding.

Its true form appeared: a sun bird as large as a real dragon hovered in mid-air.

Golden-red divine flames burned fiercely on every feather, and the demon emperor's divine mark between his brows was even more dazzling than the blazing sun.

It was like a real sun descending upon the world.

Above the clouds, the true dragon was awakened by that annoying aura and slowly opened its rabbit-like eyes.

Two completely different auras collided and confronted each other in mid-air.

The golden crow's divine flames burned the sky and boiled the sea, while the dragon's might, as deep as an abyss and as imprisoned as a prison, tore the entire sky above the Forbidden City into two distinct halves.

It was as if two ancient deities from the age of mythology had met again in this life.

The confrontation between the Demon Emperor and the True Dragon even bore a resemblance to the mythological era.

When arch-rivals meet, a verbal battle is inevitable.

Long Ritian spoke first, his dragon head still lazily resting on the back of his claws.

A hint of undisguised contempt crept onto his lips: "Heh, you mongrel, you've got here pretty fast."

"I thought you'd get your wings singed by your own fire on the way and fall into the Sea of ​​Despair to feed the fish."

"When it comes to speed, how can we compare to you reptiles!" Biyang flapped her wings slightly, retorting defiantly, her golden eyes full of mockery.

"You didn't crawl all the way from the Sea of ​​No Return, did you? What's wrong? Did you eat too much at the bottom of the sea and can't fly anymore? How about I wait for you to digest first?"

Long Ritian's dragon eyes narrowed slightly, as if a nerve had been pierced.

He slowly raised his head, tilting his dragon head slightly, his gaze falling on Biyang, as if he were examining an object that was reasonably pleasing to the eye:

"You mere golden crow, do you think that just because you've awakened the Demon Emperor's Body, you can stand on equal footing with me?"

Biyang crossed his wings and raised his head a full height: "Equals? This prince has no interest in being equals with a reptile."

"My main purpose in coming here is for the immortal gold, not to argue with you."

"However..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over Long Ritian's massive dragon body.

"If you really want to fight, this prince wouldn't mind warming up before taking the immortal gold!"

Long Ritian's two dragon eyes shifted away from Bi Yang, then he closed his eyes again to rest, as if he had lost interest in this verbal exchange.

"You're not worth my personal attention. Once I have the immortal gold, I'll consider whether or not to grant you a match."

Bi Yang snorted and didn't continue with any more pointless verbal arguments.

The two arch-enemies each restrained their impending bursts of power, but the oppressive aura that stretched across the sky did not completely disappear.

The standoff turned into each occupying their own territory, with the two of them taking over half the sky.

Only then did the cultivators below dare to breathe again.

Their robes were soaked with sweat, and they felt as if they had survived a catastrophe. Many of them collapsed to the ground, their mouths trembling as they said:

"If the Golden Crow and the True Dragon really fight, this Forbidden City will probably be sunk."

The person next to him shook his head and said confidently, "There won't be a fight for now!"

"They all know that obtaining immortal gold is the real priority, and fighting now will only benefit others."