The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Now, she could feel the ice-blue flame flowing in her blood, which was dozens of times stronger than before.

　"call..."

　Vivian exhaled a breath of cold air, lowered her head, and looked at Ruan Lili who was staring at her eagerly.

　"Don't bow, stand up," she extended her hand and rubbed Ruan Lili's head with a smile, "I'm not some... emperor or something."

　Ruan Lili stood up and stared blankly at the refreshed Vivian, with shock still lingering on her face.

　"I can actually see this day..." she murmured softly, "The day when the Ice Dragon returns..."

　"Yes, I was surprised too."

　Vivian said this, looking at the vast expanse of white below the mountain top, her eyes sharp.

　Just then, she heard the flapping sound of wings coming from afar. Turning around, she saw a giant ice-blue dragon staggering towards her.

　"Erum?"

　She looked at the giant dragon swaying in the snow with some concern. After the dragon boat incident, Erlum, seriously injured, had also traveled alone to the wild island, intending to spend a long time recuperating. Since Vivian couldn't even take care of herself at the time, she completely trusted this old friend who had been by her side for many years to take care of her.

　Now, at the moment when she became the Dragon King, this old friend flew over with a seriously injured body.

　"Roar--"

　Erlum stumbled and landed on the top of the mountain, ran to Vivian in small steps, and lowered his head meekly.

　Vivian stepped forward, hugged Erlum's big head, and rubbed it:

　"Your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you fly over here on your own initiative? Idiot, I'll find you..."

　She caressed Erlum's big head lovingly, her ice-blue eyes full of tenderness.

　Erlum nuzzled Vivian gently, letting out a gentle dragon cry, his eyes slightly narrowed.

　Vivian placed her hand on the roof of her old friend's mouth, and a faint ice-blue light flowed into his body, gradually injecting vitality into him.

　Erlum snorted softly, and his massive membranous wings unfolded, the damage slowly healing under the icy blue light. Layers of faint, phantom light flashed across his dragon scales, and in an instant, he looked brand new.

　Before long, the injuries in Erlum's body were almost healed.

　Vivian took two steps back, looked up at this old friend who had followed her across the vast ocean and adventured in the human kingdom for so long, and said softly:

　"Thank you, Erlum."

　She turned her head again and looked towards the far east beyond the mountain top, looking at the source of the surging spiritual power.

　There is the Gate of Corpses.

　"...Next, let's liberate everything that has been forgotten."

　Her voice was no longer gentle, but majestic like a king, and there was fire burning in her ice-blue eyes.

　A wisp of icy flame reignited on the top of Junshan Mountain.

　Far East Sea, Deep Blue Fleet.

　A scarlet vortex rolled out, and Yazi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, emerged from the vortex with a fierce look in his eyes.

　"Where's Chiwen!" he shouted, "Come out and see me!"

　"Don't worry...Brother..."

　The door of the captain's room opened, and Chiwen walked in with heavy steps, the light in his golden eyes becoming more and more vicious.

　He looked at Yazi who was sitting in the wheelchair: This guy's upper body was intact, but his lower body... was only the height of a baby, which looked a bit funny.

　After being cut in half, it did take a little longer for his legs to grow back.

　"You lost to Perses Xia, descendant of the Ice Dragon family, again."

　Chiwen bit again very hard, which undoubtedly made the light in Jiaozi's eyes even more fierce.

　"I'm warning you..." he hissed.

　"There's no need to look so terrifying. You should know that if a fight really breaks out, you wouldn't be able to withstand three of my moves at your current level."

　"I don't mind giving it a try...don't get too carried away..." Ya Zi glared angrily.

　Chiwen chuckled again, walked straight past Yazi and looked to the west.

　"I know why you're here. You've also sensed the changes at the summit of Junshan Mountain, right?"

　"Of course I felt it!" Ya Zi roared, "That old immortal actually handed over the inheritance so easily! We tried so hard to grab it back then, but those pale things almost destroyed us!"

　"The one who took away his inheritance was his descendant," Chiwen said calmly, "the little girl from the Ice Dragon family... Vivian Xia."

　"Didn't you say that guy was so weak that he couldn't even

　Is there a way to be a sacrifice?" Ya Zi looked at Chi Wen in disbelief, "I've seen her, she's very weak! Why don't you kill her!"

　"She's weak because she's more human than dragon," Chiwen whispered. "When I sent the Dragon King to spy on her, I saw with my own eyes that she was nearly devoured by the dragon... Her fighting style is based on rationality, which is completely wrong for a dragon. She's been influenced too much by humans and has forgotten how to fight madly..."

　"So, I gave up on capturing her. With the golden full moon beside her, capturing a half-baked creature who had almost no chance of becoming a true dragon... was meaningless..."

　Speaking of this, Chiwen's expression suddenly became much gloomier:

　"So, that old immortal... the condition for taking the inheritance was actually the Anchor of Reason... Dragons don't have such things, but humans do. And she might be the only dragon in the world... bound by an Anchor of Reason."

　"It doesn't matter! She is just a Dragon King! And with her status, I can kill her!" Ya Zi roared.

　"No, you can't," Chiwen shook his head slightly, "She is a Dragon King close to an angel. The only reason she hasn't become an angel yet is... because she hasn't fully mastered that power..."

　"Within the Black Dragon Society, I am the only one who can compete with her."

　As Chiwen spoke, a deep blue halo bloomed from the soles of his feet, emitting a spiritual pressure that even made Jiaozi tremble.

　His robe fluttered, and a black aura composed of an unknown force emanated from below, surrounding the dark blue flagship.

　Chiwen, the true leader of the Black Dragon Society and the youngest of the Nine Sons.

　"Let's go, have your fleet follow me closely," he whispered hoarsely, "Let's go meet the reborn dragon... Now, if we want to break through, our only option is to form an alliance..."

　The dark blue fleet braved the wind and waves, heading all the way to the Far East.

　On the sea horizon, amidst lightning and thunder, the outline of a huge door was faintly visible.

　...END...

Chapter 443 The Changing Tides

　"Then let's take our leave now."

　Standing beside Coach Cheng Haihua's bed, Xing Mo smiled at the old man and said softly.

　Although they had not been together for a long time, Cheng Haihua left a very deep impression on Xing Mo: she had a turbulent past, but was as kind as an ordinary old man. Her kindness was sagacious, and her words were filled with wisdom honed by time.

　Obviously quite satisfied with Xing Mo, Cheng Haihua smiled and nodded, raising a hand with a life monitor:

　"I wish you good luck in martial arts, Miss Saint."

　Xing Mo stretched out her hand and shook hands with Cheng Haihua, feeling the rough skin on the latter's hand.

　She couldn't help but sigh, no matter how great a life was, it would eventually end up with exhaustion.

　Aurora looked at the light in Cheng Haihua's eyes and suddenly said:

　"You know, actually, I can save you."

　Hearing her say this, the doctor beside her turned around and said almost subconsciously:

　"Impossible! The tumor in Coach Cheng Haihua's body has metastasized throughout her body. Even mystical methods can no longer suppress the tumor's growth..."

　"I control life," Aurora said calmly. "Repairing those discords is a simple matter for me."

　Xingmo turned her head and looked at Aurora in surprise when she spoke like that.

　She rarely saw Aurora take the initiative to show that she was willing to save a stranger. Most of the time, the little girl didn't say anything, but just followed behind Xingmo, silently observing her interactions with mortals.

　But this time, she took the initiative to save Cheng Haihua, who a group of doctors could not save.

　""

　Cheng Haihua looked at Aurora with a smile, the light in her eyes gentle.

　After a long while, she whispered:

　"No, kind god, I don't need your salvation."

　"Don't you want to live?" Aurora asked.

　"Of course I do, but if my life has already reached its end, why should I rekindle a dying candle?"

　Her eyes seemed to reflect the stars, as soft as a lake under the starry sky:

　"The Yanxia people fought dragons to continue civilization. I've spent my entire life battling dragons, surviving in narrow crevices and on the brink of death. We do this to live an upright life, relying on our own hands, and we're prepared to pay any price for survival."

　"Thank you for your kindness, but I think this is my destined ending."

　She smiled at Aurora, then turned her head and looked at Xingmo beside her.

　"Go on, Miss Saint," she whispered softly, "Follow the flow and face... destiny..."

　She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, while the life monitor beside her was beating steadily.

　Looking at Cheng Haihua who refused to live, Aurora said nothing.

　Xingmo lowered her head and looked at the calm little girl, unexpectedly seeing a hint of...approval in her eyes.

　"Let's go," she said softly.

　Ten minutes later, Xingmo walked out of the building carrying the mithril iron box and stood with Aurora on the street shrouded in darkness.

　Beside Xingmo, Aurora looked up at the starry sky and murmured softly:

　"awesome."

　"What's so great?" Xing Mo lowered his head.

　"It is not wrong to desire life, but it is wrong to be able to accept it.

　Accepting your own mortality... is the true detachment."

　Aurora muttered, looking as if she was thinking.

　Xingmo couldn't help but recall how Aurora looked when she first arrived at the Citadel. She gave life to a dying flower in the rain, allowing it to survive.

　Life is a disaster, and as long as life exists, suffering will never end.

　What if a life calmly walks its own path and then faces death calmly?

　Xing Mo chuckled and shook her head. She knew that at her age, no matter how great her achievements were, she was not yet qualified to talk about death.

　Death is such a topic. It seems that no one takes it seriously in normal times, but when it really comes to you, you start to feel confused and afraid, as if everything in front of you has lost its color.

　It was a rainstorm that could not be escaped. Once the rain soaked your vision, you could no longer see the world outside the rain.

　Xingmo still doesn't know what kind of tough and strong soul is needed to be able to walk into this rainstorm calmly.

　""

　Just as Xingmo was in a daze, suddenly, the air raid alarm sounded in Lidu.

　She suddenly raised her head and saw that in the night sky, meteors were quickly passing through the clouds, dyeing the clouds red.

　There were quick footsteps coming, Xingmo turned around and saw the housekeeper running to her side, panting, and shouting:

　"A dragon invasion is underway. Can you two help defend against it? It's highly likely that you won't be needed, but if you can help..."

　"Of course, no problem," Xing Mo nodded quickly, "Do you want to use the Repel Dragon Glass?"

　"Of course, a round of bombardment should solve the problem," the butler nodded. "But the dragons that appeared this time...we haven't dealt with them in hundreds of years. We don't know if they are hostile, or if they have any special methods..."

　Hasn't appeared in hundreds of years? Xing Mo narrowed his eyes and asked:

　"What kind of dragon is it?"

　"Fire dragon." said the butler.

　Fire dragon...?! Xingmo stuck out her tongue, then looked up at the flames in the sky and sighed helplessly.

　"Turn off the Tuilongli," she said softly, "I'll take care of it."

　"You come to solve it?" The butler was a little surprised.

　He naturally knew how powerful the Saint of the Academy possessed, but facing an army of fire dragons alone...?

　Just as the housekeeper was hesitant and wanted to ask further questions, she saw Xingmo raise her head and light golden lines appeared on her hands.