I am in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have a demonic beast clone!

Chapter Thirty-Four: Reencounter with Nangong Wan! The Ink Dragon!

They traveled for another hour or so.

Zhou Ding stopped at the edge of a basin surrounded by dark red, strange rocks.

The stones were grotesque in shape, their surfaces covered with fine holes, as if they had been repeatedly scorched by the subterranean fire for millions of years. Their color resembled congealed blood, and under the dim light unique to the forbidden area, they gleamed with an eerie luster.

Inside the basin, the air was noticeably more humid and sultry than the surrounding area, with a faint smell of sulfur mixed with humus drifting in on the wind.

In the very center of the basin stands an ancient and enormous bluestone hall.

The entire hall is constructed of massive, bluish-gray stones, each about ten feet square. The gaps between the stones are so tight that even a blade cannot be inserted.

The entire palace is covered with rough and wild relief totems—there are dragons soaring through the clouds, giant birds with outstretched wings, and strange deities with human bodies and animal heads, with simple lines but a majestic presence.

The temple gate was small, only wide enough for two people to pass side by side. Above the lintel were several lines of ancient runes that twisted like tadpoles, which still faintly glowed after the long years.

Zhou Ding knew that this was the place where the black dragon was entrenched.

According to the map provided by "Treasure Girl" and the clear memories from the original work in his mind, not only are there spiritual herbs everywhere in the depths of this palace, but there is also a golden treasure chest hidden there.

This treasure chest is related to the inheritance of the core third-level pagoda area of ​​the entire Crimson Forbidden Land.

However, the guardian beast of this place, that black dragon, is infamous and has already devoured more than a dozen elite disciples from various sects who were trying to obtain the treasure.

Over time, this place became a forbidden area that disciples from various sects dared not set foot in.

Zhou Ding did not act immediately.

He stood at the edge of the basin, his gaze calmly fixed on the silent stone palace, his mind racing with calculations.

"Before advancing, the Ink Dragon was just like Little Gold, a top-tier level one demon beast."

The highest level of the first stage is the completion of Qi Refining.

With his current methods, he possesses such strength.

His divine sense was comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his mana was nearly liquefied, and he had two drops of liquid mana to suppress him. In addition, he possessed powerful weapons such as the Golden Light Blade, the Golden Spear Talisman, and the Heavenly Thunder, as well as Little Gold's elusive ability to sneak up and attack from underground.

It's not impossible to fight.

"If we can annihilate it with swift and decisive action, denying it any chance to break through in the heat of battle..."

Zhou Ding's eyes flickered.

There are, of course, risks.

The black dragon possesses extraordinary bloodline and intelligence far surpassing that of ordinary demonic beasts. Moreover, it is a dragon by nature, giving it extremely strong defensive and regenerative abilities.

But the returns are sufficient.