After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

"but……"

It paused, a deep meaning flashing in its eyes, "I advise you to be careful. The Empress's condition hasn't been right lately. Her 'inner demon' has been tormenting her for a long time."

Xu Ze nodded after listening.

He sheathed his sword, turned around, and walked into the depths of the mist.

Generally speaking, Xu Ze prefers to keep his promises.

King Kong watched his retreating figure, his throat went dry, and suddenly spoke:

"Human, what's your name?"

Xu Ze did not turn around, and his figure gradually disappeared.

His voice came from the mist, very soft and faint.

"Xu Ze".

King Kong muttered the same thing over and over, then stood up, pulled out the iron rod, and walked in the opposite direction.

The monkey demons followed behind it, like a black river, retreating from the wasteland.

"Oooooooo-"

Not one dared to turn back, nor did any dare to linger.

They just wanted to get as far away from that young man in the blue shirt as possible.

The wasteland was completely silent.

The head of the Kung Fu Hall stood amidst the ruins, watching the retreating monkey demons and the figure in green robes disappearing into the mist, remaining motionless for a long time.

His robes were tattered, and his body was covered in wounds, but his eyes were bright, shining like two stars.

"Void refining period..."

He murmured, "A mere junior in the Void Refinement stage actually made the Vajra King admit defeat...?"

Zhou Yan stood beside him, holding the broken sword, his fingers gently stroking the blade.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction where Xu Ze had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was shock, admiration, and a touch of indescribable emotion.

“I know him.”

Zhou Yan's voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself:

"This kid is from the Southern Continent. I've seen him before. Back then, he had only recently entered the world of cultivation, and his cultivation level was low. I never imagined that he would achieve such great success in just a few years..."

The head of the Kung Fu Hall turned his head and looked at Zhou Yan with some shock.

"Is he a cultivator from Jambudvipa?"

Zhou Yan nodded.

"That's right..."

He gave a wry smile. "I remember, his name was Xu Ze. He provided the two major local demon clans with all sorts of help, and at the time he was praised by his colleagues in the alliance."

The Divine Skill Master remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Well done, Xu Ze."

He patted Zhou Yan on the shoulder:

"Let's go back."

"It's time to report what's happening here to the Alliance Leader."

Zhou Yan nodded, then glanced again at the mist and Xu Ze's receding figure.

The fog was billowing, and nothing could be seen.

Then he turned around and walked back the way he came.

After taking a few steps, he stopped and looked back.

He knew that the young man was still walking forward.

Heading towards the Burial Dragon Abyss, towards that place even the leader of the Demon Alliance dared not go.

"Be careful."

He muttered to himself softly.

Although it's unclear what Xu Ze is planning to do with the empress.

However, Zhou Yan had a premonition.

The grudges and affections between humans and monsters spanning tens of thousands of years.

It seems that this young man is about to bring about earth-shattering changes.

……

Buried in Longyuan.

Dragonbone Palace.

Su Yunshang sat on the throne, her fingers still trembling.

She had been sitting there for a full hour, without moving, her eyes fixed on the sky outside the window, on the dissipated golden light, and on the clouds that had been torn apart and then closed up again.

Su Yunshang could sense it.

That person is approaching.

This was not something perceived through divine sense, but rather a kind of feeling etched into the soul.

With each step the 'swordsman' took closer, her heart beat faster.

"Calm down..."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

But she can't.

She is an Emperor Realm cultivator, a Mahayana stage cultivator, and the Empress of the Savage Demon Realm.

You shouldn't be afraid.

Thinking of this, Su Yunshang stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the gray sky.

The fog was churning, like her heart.

She suddenly wanted to escape.

Escape far away, to a place where there is no one like that.

But she knew she couldn't escape.

That person has already locked onto her; no matter where she runs, he will find her.

She closed her eyes and remembered the dream.

That young man in blue robes, that sword, that phrase "Slay the Dao".

Su Yunshang's body began to tremble again.

"Who exactly are you...?"

The stunningly beautiful woman murmured.

No one answered her.

Only the heart is still beating, only the spring water is still rippling, only the words on the stone tablet are still faintly glowing.

"Dragon's offspring".

Those two words were particularly glaring in her eyes at that moment.

Xu Ze passed through the last patch of mist and a canyon appeared before him.

The canyon is very narrow, with the mountain walls on both sides almost touching, leaving only a narrow gap that is barely wide enough for a person to pass through.

The mountain walls were black, smooth as a mirror, and devoid of any vegetation.

A breeze blew out from deep within the crevice, carrying a damp scent, as if something was breathing.

Tao Yaoyao peeked out from his shoulder, her purple eyes fixed on the gap, her eight legs trembling.

"My lord..."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz:

"This is the entrance to the Burial Dragon Abyss."

Xu Ze nodded and stepped into the crevice.

The mountain wall became narrower and narrower, from wide enough for two people to narrow enough for one person, and from wide enough for one person to narrow enough for someone to squeeze through sideways.

Tao Yaoyao huddled on his shoulder, clinging tightly to his collar, as if afraid of being pushed off the cliff.

Her heart was pounding, like a drumbeat, and she could sense something waiting for them ahead.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the gap suddenly widened.

Before them lay a vast underground space, a thousand feet in circumference and towering to the heavens.

The four walls were made of dark red rock, like congealed blood.

The ground was covered with white bones, some large, some small, some thick, some thin, densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Those bones all belong to the dragon race.

Xu Ze slowed his pace.

His gaze swept over the bones, over the marks eroded by time, and over the faint luster that still lingered on the bones.

The luster was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible, yet it existed.

That was the lingering glow of the dragon bloodline, the last bit of dignity left behind by those beings who had died ten thousand years ago.

Tao Yaoyao dared not look anymore.

She buried her head between her legs, her eight legs curled up in a ball, and her whole body was trembling.