As for why there was suddenly a flood dragon in the desert, apart from Devil City, no one else found it strange.

Because the demons of Devil City possessed two forms, and when necessary, they could transform into beast form.

Perhaps someone had transformed.

But at this moment, the demons of Devil City were completely confused.

No one in their clan transformed into a flood dragon, did they?

The only one related to dragons was their leader, Qing Ni, who transformed into a winged dragon.

Only Qing Ni knew who this person was—Xiang Haikui stood in that position.

Since the melee began, Qing Ni had been using her divine sense to keep an eye on her whenever possible, fearing that in the chaos, an innocent bystander might get hurt.

Xiang Heng’s daughter, lost and then found again—it wouldn’t do to let anything happen to her.

So it turned out that Xiang Heng’s little lover was a demon race.

“Little Sister Kui, what are you doing?” asked Bai Xingxian, who had already pulled out a tooth to provide support, completely bewildered.

“I can’t fly!” Xiang Haikui crawled in circles on the sandy ground, so angry she wanted to roll onto her back.

What kind of useless flood dragon was this? A dragon that couldn’t fly—could it even be called a dragon? It was more like a giant lizard.

The perfectly good plan had turned into this mess.

Especially losing face in front of the boss—how could she curry favor and earn a pardon token if the boss saw such an incompetent employee?

“Tian Kuang, make me fly right now, or else prepare for mutual destruction in the future!” she warned fiercely.

Tian Kuang didn’t move a muscle, lying like a salted fish in her consciousness.

The wild intent was used up; you’ll have to figure it out yourself.

Not putting in effort normally, then not being able to fly when transformed, standing still in futile sorrow.

Who could she blame?

Trash sword!

Xiang Haikui cursed with every dirty word she knew. No wonder her master always said “entering my sword gate” as “entering my pit gate.”

The Twelve Divine Swords were the Twelve Divine Pit Swords—so that was it!

At this moment, Meng Xilou and Xiang Tianqing had already come forward. Seeing such a majestic yet oddly behaving black flood dragon suddenly appear before them, they were also shocked.

“Where’s my sister?” Xiang Tianqing, holding a small bottle, looked around anxiously. “My sister was standing there just now.”

Meng Xilou was confused, but all his attention was on the treasure: “Xiao Qing, first secure the treasure.”

“But…”

“Quickly.”

Xiang Tianqing could only pull open the bottle stopper.

The situation had truly become urgent.

Xiang Haikui now had only two paths to take.

One way to quickly increase enough wild intent to support flight, but judging by Tian Kuang’s calm and detestable demeanor, she would probably need to rush over in flood dragon form and pin the boss down on the spot, pressing her claws against his shoulders and forcibly kissing him.

When this thought surfaced, Tian Kuang got excited.

Go to hell! Xiang Haikui was now furious, not because she didn’t dare, but because she didn’t want to let this trash sword succeed.

She chose the second path—brute force.

She couldn’t fly, but she could still run. Her legs were short, but at least she had four of them.

And she genuinely had thick skin and flesh. Those sword qi light waves splashing on her body felt like mere tickles.

Everyone saw that strange black flood dragon running wildly through the dunes, heading toward Devil City.

Confirmed—it must be someone from Devil City who had transformed.

Sword cultivators and demonic cult members: “What a coward! Fleeing from battle!”

Devil City felt extremely wronged: “This isn’t one of our people at all!”

Sword cultivators and demonic cult: “Bah! A flood dragon suddenly appearing out of nowhere—who else could it be but your dual-form demons!”

They continued fighting and cursing.

Indeed, Xiang Haikui hadn’t gone to grab the small black ball but instead moved further away from the battle circle, arriving at the rear of Devil City’s camp.

There, the huge demon lizard mounts were arranged in neat rows.

Xiang Haikui pranced on all four feet, darting behind them, and let out a roar at the demon lizards’ large posteriors!

The demon lizards jumped like grasshoppers in fright.

Even though they were demonic beasts, they were still demons. And among demons, bloodline suppression existed.

Between flood dragons and lizards, naturally, the flood dragon’s bloodline was superior.

She swung her tail and crawled into the group of demon lizards, opening her bloody maw to frighten them!

Startled, the demon lizards fled forward frantically.

Xiang Haikui jumped left and right, sweeping her dragon tail wildly, her movements incredibly agile, all to gather these frenzied demon lizards in one place, ensuring that each one charged into the “soccer field” ahead.

Now, she felt less like a flood dragon and more like a sheepdog.

But in her heart, she was already extremely grateful.

She had truly feared that when she roared earlier, what emerged wasn’t a dragon’s cry but a chicken’s call.

And then Tian Kuang would say:

Want a dragon’s roar? Fine, that’ll cost extra.

She might have been so angry that she would perish together with that trash sword.

In an instant, nearly a hundred demon lizards rushed into the battle circle, disrupting the situation.

Just as the small black ball was about to fall into a sword cultivator’s hand, that cultivator was suddenly sent flying by a demon lizard.

The small black ball fell to the ground and bounced up.

Whoosh, whoosh…

Mixed with sounds.

A demonic cult disciple leaped up, trying to catch the small black ball.

But he was grabbed by the ankle by someone from Devil City who had transformed into a monkey. The monkey folded his body, spun around on the spot, and threw himself away like a shot put.

The small black ball bounced with pattering sounds.

Xiang Haikui seized the opportunity, pounced forward, and sucked it into her mouth.

Having swallowed a “sea urchin” the size of a soccer ball, both choking and pricking, she had no time to savor this sour and spicy feeling. Xiang Haikui ran off again toward Devil City.

“Where’s the ball!”

“That flood dragon swallowed it!”

“Catch it!”

Qingtianese sword cultivators raised their swords, disciples of the Send You Cult brandished various weapons, all pursuing Xiang Haikui.

Devil City’s people were truly confused—was this their person or not?

They all looked toward their leader, Qing Ni.

Seeing that Qing Ni didn’t give chase but instead blocked the Qingtian Sect elder and the Send You Cult leader, they were reassured—it must be one of their own.

So they also began to obstruct the pursuers.

The sword in Fang Zhiyou’s hand was entangled by Qing Ni, yet another light sword flew out from his spiritual platform—it was the sword embryo he had nurtured for many years.

The sword embryo, bristling with killing intent, flew toward Xiang Haikui.

“Little Bai!” Xiang Haikui sensed it.

Bai Xingxian connected the Tian Bao dual swords in an “X” shape. Bang! A burst of strong light exploded at the connection point.

In an instant, a vast expanse of whiteness filled the sky.

Everyone felt as if they had snow blindness, unable to see anything for a moment.

But the sword embryo remained unaffected.

The sword embryo wasn’t a treasure but rather killing qi accumulated by Fang Zhiyou through countless battles of sword cultivation.

Sharp and merciless.

At this moment, Yin Changli, who had been silent all along, activated his wrist prayer beads one by one.

After talking with Xiang Haikui, he had begun to calmly control his physical body.

Eventually, Dao Chen compromised.

The Tianren Sword also yielded.

Yin Changli was able to enter the Tianren Sword realm, see the “Pool of Merit,” and master the secret to controlling Tianren.

In this critical moment, he removed his prayer bead string and flung it toward the sword embryo: “Bind!”

The prayer bead string caught up with the sword embryo and wrapped around it.

The light of benevolence gradually penetrated the sword embryo.

Not only did the sword embryo’s speed slow and its ferocity gradually disappear, but even Fang Zhiyou himself, over a hundred zhang away, had a moment of seeing through worldly affairs. Looking at the scattered corpses around him and the bloody, fighting crowd, he felt a surge of compassion.

“Go!”

Seeing that the sword embryo no longer posed a threat, Yin Changli brought his fingers together and drew an arc in midair.

The prayer bead string detached from the sword embryo and flew toward the black flood dragon ahead, hanging on the dragon’s right horn.

Nourished by both Tian Bao and Tianren, Xiang Haikui felt a surge of heat flow into her spirit.

Wow, the fuel tank had oil again!

She pushed off with her hind legs and rose into the air. Although this bit of oil wasn’t enough for her to soar straight up, at least she could hover a zhang above the ground and didn’t have to crawl anymore.

In the Silver Sand territory, no faction dared to touch Master Dao Chen, so Xiang Haikui felt at ease leaving them behind.

“Little Bai, I’m running first, haha, see you at the Buddha Cave!”

Upper Realm.

Star-Plucking Palace.

The top of the palace was covered with small, glowing star points.

Those small star points were linked together by densely interwoven lines.

This was the Fate Disc.

It came from the same lineage as the Fate Brush.

In the center of the palace, a purple-robed man sat cross-legged, looking up at the stars in the fate disc.

He had remained motionless, meditating here for two hundred years.

All to settle the score with Yin Changli.

The expert skilled in manipulating fate mentioned by Liu Yixing was referring to him.

In the Upper Realm, his status was similar to that of a national preceptor in the mortal world.

“Disciple has never understood, Master, why didn’t you take Long-Li’s life when he was in hibernation? Why didn’t you make your move?” asked the Star Servant behind him.

“Brother Changli seeks death. If I were to act, I would be fulfilling his wish, and I would lose,” the Purple-Robed Immortal Lord said calmly. “Brother Changli guards a secret. Di Jun wants to know this secret, and if I can extract this secret, then the contest between us will truly be decided.”

“Moreover, I want to defeat him using the art of gaming that Brother Changli excels at.”

Therefore, during Yin Changli’s hibernation period, when he couldn’t resist, he had tampered a bit, suppressing and sealing many of Yin Changli’s spirit apertures, leaving only the “root of emotion.”

As steady as a rock, cold-blooded and cold-hearted Yin Changli had no weaknesses.

So while he had amnesia, a weakness was created for him.

As for this weakness, the Purple-Robed Immortal Lord chose someone who had descended to the mortal world to undergo tribulation.

“The setup is complete. Do you still need to guard this place constantly?” The Star Servant still didn’t understand. “Long-Li is indeed formidable, your only opponent in this life, but he has already fallen from being a chess player to a chess piece…”

Purple-Robed Immortal Lord: “He may have lost his memory, but before that happened, he must have found someone to continue playing chess with me on his behalf.”

This Fate Disc had a lag—small changes that didn’t affect the overall situation wouldn’t be displayed.

He had to watch without blinking.

Once a change occurred, he needed to adjust immediately.

The change came suddenly. Just as Star Servant was about to speak, the Purple-Robed Immortal Lord raised his arm to stop her.

Star Servant frowned, then gaped in astonishment.

They saw a previously dim star on the star disc suddenly burst with brilliant light, like a headless fly, crashing around wildly. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—it completely disrupted the entire star disc!

Star Servant was shocked. Changes in fate lines took time. What extraordinary person had Long-Li found who could so easily break her master’s century-old arrangement?

No, that’s not right!

Master had guessed wrong. Lord Changli hadn’t found anyone to continue gaming with Master on his behalf.

He had thrown a mad dog into the game to muddy the waters!

And this mad dog was like a thunderbolt, blasting the chess game to pieces!

Lord Changli was truly cunning. Look how angry he had made Master—his face had turned even more purple than his robes!