Chapter 1086: Chapter 607: Why Is She Here Too? (Double-Length)

Donggong Ruoshu let out a scared "ah", and Chen Yi, startled to see this fearless stupid girl, found her face pale.

Meanwhile, Consort Dong turned pale, swiftly turning her head to the direction of the sound, which came from the depths of Zhongnan Mountain where the Golden Immortal Temple was located.

How familiar that roar was! Chen Yi instantly recalled the shadow of the dragon pinned lifelessly by a peach branch in the Dream Sea, silently struggling.

Was it a dragon roar?

What on earth happened at the Golden Immortal Temple?

The echoes of the roar reverberated in the valley, lingering long, as if some horrifying slumbering beast had finally been thoroughly enraged, struggling against its bindings and roaring towards the sky.

The room was deathly silent, with only the slightly rapid breathing of the three and the gradually stirring sounds from the distant town.

The allure and ease on Consort Dong’s face had long vanished, replaced by sheer terror as she murmured, "This... what is this?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Chen Yi did not answer. He hurried to the window, pushing it open. The cold night wind poured in, bringing with it the residual intimidating echoes that had not completely dissipated.

"Chen Yi! Chen Yi! Where are you?!"

A clear, yet noticeably panicked feminine voice came from the direction of the adjoining room, moving closer, urgent and tense.

It was Yin Weiyin, awakened by the dragon roar.

Chen Yi’s heart tightened. He immediately turned to leave the room, but before he reached the door, a series of rapid yet still light footsteps quickly approached.

With her clothes slightly disheveled, Yin Weiyin burst into the courtyard, appearing outside the window. She had obviously been startled awake from her sleep, hurriedly draping a coat over herself, with even the lapels untied, revealing a snow-white undergarment neckline.

The long hair, loosened from its bun before sleep, hung down unkempt, with a few strands fallen beside her cheeks, setting off her usually calm and serene face now revealing rare panic, appearing very fragile.

Her eyes hastily scanned the room, first spotting Chen Yi standing by the window. The tension in her expression visibly eased, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, she blurted out, "Thank goodness, you’re unharmed..."

Feeling slightly reassured, as long as he was fine...

But before she could finish saying the word "fine", her gaze shifted to the other two people in the room.

In his arms, carefully protected, was the blushing with shock yet alluring Consort Dong.

And sitting on the bed with wide-open eyes, wrapped in a quilt, was Donggong Ruoshu.

Yin Weiyin’s voice abruptly stopped, remaining silent for quite a while.

"You..."

Her lips moved, her voice dropping more than a notch.

"Why are you in Miss Donggong’s room?

And, why is she... also here?"

Chen Yi was momentarily dumbfounded. Suddenly, he felt that the deafening dragon roar earlier didn’t make him break out in a cold sweat as much as this moment did.

Even though in his Great Yin... he was actually one of the easiest to bully among the ladies...

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Inside the Golden Immortal Temple.

The temple, already mostly cleared and still showing signs of disrepair, now looked as if it had suffered a natural and earthly disaster.

The already threatened roof of the Three Pure Ones Hall was directly blown off a substantial portion, shattered tiles and broken wood raining down, the yard walls collapsing in large sections, raising clouds of dust.

As the dust slightly settled, the scene on the ground was even more shocking.

The eunuchs and palace maids in brocade robes who were shuttling back and forth earlier were now lying sprawled among the ruins, bloodstained. Those closest to the Three Pure Ones Hall were almost unrecognizable, as if struck and crushed by an invisible force, their robes torn, bones and tendons broken, some with caved-in chests, some with heads twisted at bizarre angles, their wide-open eyes still carrying startled terror.

Dark red blood gushed from beneath them, winding through the muddy ground, pooling in small dips reflecting the bleak moonlight filtering through the wrecked roof. Further away, some limbs were still twitching slightly, letting out dying groans, but quickly lapsing into silence.

In the midst of the chaotic ruins, a pile of collapsed beams and debris slightly arched up, then was pushed aside from inside by a hand.

Emperor Jianji, somewhat disheveled, pushed away the broken timbers and tiles pressing on him, coughed a few times, spitting out a mouthful of dusty turbid air. The turban on his head was long gone, his hair disheveled, his face smeared with dust, the brocade robe torn in several places, making him appear a bit downcast.

He swept across the scene before him, his eyes quickly regaining composure after the initial shock.

Looking up, through the ruined hall roof and lingering dust, he gazed at the night sky.

Only to see a colossal magnificent golden dragon shadow, madly darting and rolling between the extending ridges of Zhongnan Mountain! The dragon shadow wasn’t fully solidified, showing a jade-like texture, yet every majestic dragon scale and the strong, agile dragon body was clearly visible.

At this moment, this True Dragon was frenzied and insane, its Dragon Tail sweeping through, shattering rocks and snapping ancient trees, Dragon Claws tearing through the void, boundless ferocity permeating the entire world.

The entire Zhongnan Mountain seemed to tremble along with it, the ground shaking, as if about to collapse at the next moment.

Emperor Jianji’s pupils slightly contracted, gazing at the resplendent dragon shadow venting its fury among the mountains, he muttered softly:

"Earth Killing Intent, Dragon and Serpent Rise from the Land... So the True Dragon emerges, breaking free from its bindings, is indeed a world-destroying sight." He paused, then laughed self-deprecatingly, "Even with an army of hundreds of thousands, Iron Armor as dense as forest, how could I match this force of heaven and earth?"

"Your Majesty exaggerates."

A calm voice suddenly sounded at Emperor Jianji’s side.

At some point, a thin figure in a worn grey Daoist robe stood there silently, as if he had always been amidst the ruins. The robe was broad, making him appear even more thin and bony, his face hidden in the hood’s shadow, indistinct, with only a wisp of grey-white long beard gently swaying in the wind.

His appearance was like a ghost unseen in the light.

This Daoist also gazed at the dragon shadow rampaging through the mountains, his tone calm and unruffled, "The bloodshed and grievance of the ten thousand fallen soldiers, the amassed karmic burden, is enough to curse this unformed True Dragon to death. It cannot bear such great weight."

Emperor Jianji nodded slightly, his face not showing much surprise.

As the era of rumored immortals and Buddhas appearing and disordered heavenly energy drew nearer, he increasingly understood how insignificant mortal military might was against those truly supernatural powers.

Flesh cannot withstand Divine Skills, Iron Armor does not guard against Spells, the ordinary folks of the human world can only restrain such extraordinary beings by wielding the elusive fate, karma, and karmic burden, using the will of the people of the dynasty as a blade, the grievance of war and disaster as poison.

"Even so," Emperor Jianji’s gaze still followed the wildly destructive True Dragon, "A True Dragon of such might, even the martial experts outside the top ten in the world may find it hard to subdue. And below Zhongnan Mountain, in Zi Wu Town, are thousands of my citizens."

The shadow within the grey-robed Daoist’s hood seemed to move slightly, as if smiling, still speaking plainly, "Your Majesty is compassionate, caring for the common people, but there is no need to worry too much... Coincidentally, my master once ranked tenth in the world."

Emperor Jianji nodded slightly. He had long heard about the Daoist’s master’s history.

At this moment, the manic golden dragon shadow among the mountains, after venting its frenzy mindlessly for a round, seemed to sense something in the void. Its head, as large as a mountain, suddenly stopped moving, slowly turning around.

The pair of dragon eyes, burning with golden fury, pierced the rolling night, latching firmly onto the human Emperor standing amid the ruins of the Golden Immortal Temple.

The immense pressure surged forward like a tidal wave.

Emperor Jianji’s clothing rustled in the wind, yet his face remained calm.

"Your Majesty, allow this poor Daoist to hold on until my master arrives."

The grey-robed Daoist stepped half a step forward, neatly blocking between Emperor Jianji and the dragon’s eyes, the broad old robe moving without wind, a vastly contrasting magnificent aura rising from the ground.