The thick turbid energy wrapped around them stickily like paste, while occasionally bone-chilling malevolent winds shuttled through the gaps in the turbid energy, making Xuan Yi’s hair stand on end. There wasn’t a single sound here, yet it seemed to contain countless sounds. The ground was covered with white sand entangled and rolling with black fog, while tiny demon spirits lurked in the darkness, ready to strike.

Xuan Yi instinctively surged with divine power, about to release Zhuyin White Snow, when suddenly Fucang forcefully gripped her arm. His hand showed no restraint whatsoever, actually pinching her until her bones felt a hint of pain.

He stared at her expressionlessly: “If you make one move, I’ll knock you unconscious immediately. Say one word, and I’ll knock you out directly too.”

With that said, he dragged her toward the sand grain Qiongsang City at a rapid pace.

To this day, he still couldn’t understand what Shao Yi’s words “don’t want her to perish” actually meant. Was it a simple threat? Or did it hold deeper meaning? But seeing such massive Zhuyin darkness entangled and fused with turbid energy, that ominous premonition in his heart returned.

The dragon princess could not come to harm, or else he…

Fucang’s grip unconsciously tightened again. At this moment, he was furious beyond measure, not only at Shao Yi who wantonly toyed with others, but also at her. He was already right here beside her, yet she still ruthlessly persisted in her selfishness.

No one would ever understand her better than he did. She wanted him to watch helplessly as she died, leaving this heart-wrenching agony to him, leaving it to those pitiable few throughout heaven and earth who truly loved her, including her father and elder brother.

He couldn’t look at her right now. He also couldn’t speak, and couldn’t hear her voice, or else he would probably truly become a brute and strike her without regard for severity.

Suddenly, malevolent wind rushed at their faces like knives. Fucang swept his long sleeves, and the enormous golden dragon coiled around them instantly transformed into countless tidal waters. Like a piece of crumpled silk suddenly spread out, countless tiny demon spirits were shattered by the golden tide, transforming into clusters of black smoke that returned to the thick turbid energy.

The tide transformed back into a golden dragon, coiling around them. Fucang surveyed his surroundings. Apart from that sand grain Qiongsang City, the empty scene within the Sea of Regret was somewhat beyond his expectations. With such heavy, maddening turbid energy, how could it only produce tiny demon spirits? Where were the Fangfeng Clan’s bones? What about Dijiang’s wings? Could they all be hidden together with Shao Yi’s corpse entangled with obsession inside the sand grain Qiongsang City? Those battle generals who had unfortunately been devoured and brought inside—by all logic, they shouldn’t have perished so quickly, yet there wasn’t half a shadow here. Could they have all intruded into the city?

The malevolent wind blowing through the gaps in the turbid energy grew stronger and stronger. The snow-white sand grains covering the ground were blown up, surging like snow waves. Suddenly, a sound like enormous snoring arose from deep underground, continuing one sound after another, prolonged and deafening. Fucang immediately stopped in his tracks, placed Xuan Yi on his back, and instructed: “Hold on tight.”

For once she became obedient, wrapping around him tightly with all four limbs like an octopus. They saw the sand grains underground rolling more and more violently, gradually as if boiling. That burst of ear-piercing snoring sound suddenly stopped, and immediately after, a pair of incomparably gigantic wings slowly extended from beneath the sand sea, their plumage pitch-black and demonic.

At first they were together, but soon they spread open. The separated wings then separated again, transforming from one pair of wings into two pairs, continuously trembling and shaking over the rolling sand grains, shedding clusters of turbid energy as thick and sticky as paste.

The legendary Wings of Dijiang appeared before their eyes just like that, so suddenly.

Dijiang was the number one fierce beast under heaven. It had begun causing trouble precisely when the current Heavenly Emperor ascended the throne. At that time, it had cost countless divine power to finally exterminate it. Because its bones were excessively massive and couldn’t be left in the lower realm, the Heavenly Emperor had probably learned from Baize Dijun and thrown those two pairs of exceptionally fierce Wings of Dijiang into the Sea of Regret, while chopping up the remaining parts and pressing them under the Glazed Pagoda of the Heavenly Palace.

Xuan Yi felt that this matter really shouldn’t be solely the responsibility of the Qingyang Clan and the Zhuyin Clan. That gang of emperors led by Baize Dijun who were clearly insane from boredom were obviously accomplices too. Yet now only the two youngsters from the Zhuyin Clan and Huaxu Clan had to face these legendary fierce beast wings alone, and they had been soaked in the Sea of Regret’s turbid energy until they were a hundred times more formidable than before.

If she could still get out alive from this journey, she needed to have a good talk with Baize Dijun and the Heavenly Emperor. There was really so much she wanted to discuss.

Fucang recited an incantation, and the enormous golden dragon instantly expanded several times larger. Just as it was about to take flight, those sand grains suddenly began surging and boiling again. In the next moment, an incomparably enormous pitch-black head drilled out from between the four wings. The facial features on the head were deep and clear, still bearing the ferocious expression from the moment of death. Turbid energy gushed out from its seven orifices, looking incomparably terrifying.

Before they could react, the body beneath the head also drilled out of the sand grains. Before long, the tallest and largest giant body in heaven and earth stood not far away. It was pitch-black throughout, its body covered with ferocious wounds. Where it should originally have grown two arms, four Wings of Dijiang were now forcibly attached, making it look countless times more eerie.

The Fangfeng Clan’s corpse together with the Wings of Dijiang appeared openly before them just like this.

Xuan Yi couldn’t help but draw in a breath, immediately feeling the urge to retreat. Her target was only Shao Yi’s corpse—should she just forget about this thing? She felt that releasing them to let that gang of bastard emperors led by Baize Dijun deal with them would be best.

Fucang swiftly withdrew the golden dragon and retreated several steps rapidly. Suddenly seeing those two pairs of Wings of Dijiang flapping and dancing, the turbid energy covering heaven and earth seemed to be stirred by a giant hand, rotating violently. The Fangfeng Clan let out an unconscious roar, turned its head toward them, and gave chase with its legs.

Fucang reacted extraordinarily quickly, turning around to race toward the sand grain Qiongsang City.

How hateful that they couldn’t take flight here on the wind. With the Fangfeng Clan giant pursuing urgently and getting closer and closer, he flicked his fingertip on Chun Jun, and the enormous golden dragon whistled forth, landing beside the Fangfeng Clan’s gigantic body. It drilled into its eye, and before long emerged from the crown of its head. It paid no attention whatsoever and continued pursuing with earth-shaking steps. The golden dragon immediately moved downward, and lightning-fast golden light instantly circled around one Wing of Dijiang. The Fangfeng Clan let out a great roar as a wing fell from its shoulder, stirring up countless sand waves.

In almost the blink of an eye, all four Wings of Dijiang had been cleanly and decisively cut off. Without the wings trembling and flying about, the Fangfeng Clan’s pursuing footsteps indeed slowed somewhat, and the knife-like malevolent winds that had been stirred up also subsided. It pursued for a while, but seeing that white-robed divine lord running extremely fast and the distance slowly being pulled apart, it suddenly opened its pitch-black giant mouth and violently sucked in a great breath.

Xuan Yi pressed down hard on the golden circlet on her hair. Even so, her loose long hair was still pulled until it stood on end. If Fucang hadn’t been holding her, she probably would have been blown backward with it. The Fangfeng Clan was most skilled at heaven-shocking roars. Back when it caused trouble, it had the glorious achievement of roaring divine realm battle generals to death. If it let out a roar after sucking in breath so fiercely, the consequences would be unthinkable.

She surged with divine power, about to release Zhuyin White Snow, when suddenly Fucang gripped her waist: “Take it back!”

Xuan Yi had always been ticklish. Being pinched like this, she almost laughed from the tickling. The divine power she had just surged up was forcibly tickled back. The circling golden dragon dove into the Fangfeng Clan’s mouth, broke through its throat and leapt out. The roar it was about to release could never be released. It merely opened its large mouth futilely, instead gaining a trace of inexplicable absurdity.

Whether cutting off the Wings of Dijiang or breaking through the Fangfeng Clan’s throat, these were only temporary measures. With such maddening turbid energy in the Sea of Regret, plus regenerative divine power and the polluted obsession, before long this monster would probably return to its original state. They couldn’t afford to waste time.

The palace walls of the sand grain Qiongsang City were already before their eyes. Fucang threw Chun Jun’s scabbard, which inserted into the palace wall with unstoppable force. He leapt up and grasped the scabbard, flipped his body, and landed on the palace wall as lightly as a bird, then jumped down.

The Fangfeng Clan ran around outside the palace wall like a headless fly. The sound of its footsteps was like thunderclaps, and the sandy ground trembled ceaselessly, yet it actually seemed not to dare intrude inside.

This situation not only failed to give them any relief, but instead made both their hearts sink—these monsters had all become this way because of Shao Yi’s obsession to survive. He could control the most extremely fierce and malevolent things under heaven to this degree. Who knew just how formidable that emperor’s corpse entangled with obsession would be.