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Heavenly Dragon Cult.

The dragon emerged from the bath.

At dusk, the entire western sky was ablaze with the glow of the sunset. The blazing flames illuminated the entire pool, making it seem as if it was burning red.

Through the red light, they could see that there were oddly-shaped rocks in the pool that were messing with the water. They were like fierce beasts lying in the water, as if they were going to drink up all the water in the pool and eat everyone in the world. If a person got too close, it was as if they were in danger of entering the mouth of a tiger, their life hanging by a thread.

Those who hated it would be treated as a blood pool by those who hated it. Those who hated it would be eaten by beasts lying in the blood pool. The blood pool was hell, the place of death. As a result, after the Heavenly Dragon Cult had set foot here, no one dared to come back without permission. The villagers who lived near the lake all moved away in panic, leaving the pool of blood and the bloody disaster. The chivalrous warriors in the martial arts world also dared not approach the bathtub, but there were those who could not walk in the river because of the hatred of the people. Those who had nowhere else to go, chose to join the Heavenly Dragon Cult on the top of the bathing pool.

There were a few small boats floating on the blood-red surface of the bathing pool. The small boat didn't land in the pool, and there weren't any ferrymen on board either. There were even some small boats floating on the water.

The trees by the pool were a mottled red cast by the water, and a wind rustled.

In the middle of the pool stood a stone mountain with many Poisson growing out of the cracks in it. The distance between the land and the top of the bath was about a kilometer.

A bath like this, under the red light of the evening sun, looked so wondrous, yet also so sinister.

A horse came galloping from the distance. The sound of the wind was gone from the quiet wasteland, but the sound of the horse's hooves reached his ears. The man on the horse's back was wearing a black robe, and he was waving his whip, afraid that the horse was running too slowly.

When the horse reached the pool, the man on the horse jumped off. Not long later, a thin horse came out of the forest not far away. The man on the horse was wearing a cloth hat, but he didn't have any expression on his face.

The man in black rode his horse to the man who had arrived. He received the reins from the man in black robe without any expression, and nodded to the man in black robes. Then the man rode the horse back to the forest with the reins in his hand.

The man in black robes just stood in the distance, looking at the top of the lake. A moment after the horse had entered the middle of the forest, he shot an arrow high into the air with a red ribbon tied at the end. Just as the arrow was about to hit the ground, the black robed man suddenly took out a stone and rolled it over. Immediately afterwards, the small boat floated over the water and approached. The man in black robes took the boat up to the top of the lake.

In all this there was no sign of anyone but the man who had come to lead the horse.

The entire top of the lake appeared abnormally quiet, with birds chirping on the treetops. The black robed man climbed up the path, as if he did not want to see it on the other side. Without the reflection of the sun in the pool, it became a quiet and serene valley.

Along the way, there were still no signs of human footsteps. The only difference was that the two sides of the path were already bare from the friction and had been stepped over countless times. The black-robed man climbed up the path and arrived at a cliff in front of him. The deep crevice in the middle of the cliff was like the opening of a fierce beast's mouth. The entire mountain looked exceptionally fierce. The mountain crevice seemed to have been split open by a knife. A few vigorous Poisson trees stood on the mountain wall, and some smoke lingered around the mountain peak. There was someone moving in the opposite direction, and right in front of them was carved a fierce tiger that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, hovering above as if looking down upon the entire world. The people standing at the entrance of the cave did not move, as if they were carved by a tiger, and the sabers in their hands seemed to be brimming with killing intent.

The black robed man whistled three times before someone came out from the cave. Shortly afterwards, the black robed man took out a token from his waist that had a half dragon, half tiger, and held it up for the person in front to see. Immediately, two burly men came out of the cave. They held two bundles of rope, and threw them with all their might. The iron hooks at one end of the rope were hanging from the iron rods under the black-robed man's feet. At this moment, the black-robed man opened his arms wide and tapped the ground, then leapt off the two ropes.

The black-robed man entered the cave. Although the cave entrance was small, the inside of the cave was a completely different world. There was water and trees, verdant and verdant, as if they had entered another world. At first, he didn't see anyone, but this cave was filled with people.

The black-robed man walked to a corner of a prismatic stone. Suddenly, in front of him stood a woman wearing a black robe. Her pretty face had a smile that was not a smile. "Sanniang." "The man in black answered respectfully.

"Left envoy. "Please." The black robed woman led the way and entered a hole.

Along the way, the two of them did not speak, and the people they met only saw them respectfully without speaking. The two of them took out an identical token from their waists for the guards to see. Then, the guard pressed a button and the stone door swung open, leaving only the woman known as San Niang behind to enter the stone door. The black-robed man stood there, waiting.

The black robed woman passed through a stone door and crossed a stone bridge, arriving at a large hall. Although the hall was in a stone cave, it still seemed abnormally bright, the stone walls on all four sides were shiny, and the oil lamps on both sides were silently burning. The person standing under the oil lamps didn't move, as if they didn't notice the black robed woman who had entered.

The woman in black walked to the center of the hall and knelt on one knee, "Sect Leader."

In the front of the hall, a person who had his eyes closed and was resting slowly opened his eyes. The hair on his head was coiled into a bun with a very old hairpin stuck in it. A portion of the hair fell onto his shoulders, and an inch of shallow wrinkles between his eyebrows made him look very calm. This was none other than the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Dragon Cult, Li Lian.

"Sect Leader, the Left Dragon Ambassador is back." The woman in black said again.

Li Li Jun slowly opened her mouth and said, "Call him in."

The woman in black answered and left.