Mo Chuan followed the white dragon's soul and once again came to this familiar mountain range.
"This is Changbai Mountain," the white dragon said. "My ancestors belonged to a branch of the Canglang Dragon Clan, and they had been bringing rain and snow to this mountain range for generations. However, before the resurgence of spiritual energy, the number of our clan gradually decreased due to food scarcity and lack of spiritual energy."
As they spoke, the person and the dragon arrived at the pool in the depths of the mountains.
This deep pool was located halfway up the mountain, fed by a tributary of the large river nearby. From the pool, the water flowed downwards into mountain streams that wound around the mountains, heading towards the lake in the south.
But now, the usually emerald green water of the pool was covered with a layer of crimson. The coppery smell of dragon blood and the buzzing of insects made this peaceful and tranquil place so defiled.
Mo Chuan's brow furrowed. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a silver-white figure rushing over from upstream.
Little White Dragon had smelled this foul odor from afar. Feeling that something was wrong, he immediately rushed over, and finally saw the scene of crimson and swarms of insects.
Little White Dragon let out dragon roars, trying to contact Little Black Dragon, but as expected, he failed.
In his haste, Little White Dragon followed the bloodstains down the mountain stream.
However, the white dragon's soul did not take Mo Chuan to chase after him. Instead, it went directly down the mountainside to the very bottom of the stream.
As the stream led to the lake in the south, the farmhouses along the way would divert water to irrigate their crops.
In a wheat field, Little Black Dragon was weakly panting. His body had crushed many wheat stalks and pushed aside a lot of soil, and the ordinary fishing spear still pierced his body.
Because Little Black Dragon had not yet reached adulthood, his dragon scales had not undergone the third and fourth molting. Therefore, an ordinary fishing spear could pierce his defenses.
After a while, Little Black Dragon struggled to lift his head, endured the pain, and used his mouth to bite the steel fishing spear, pulling it out bit by bit.
With the gushing of dragon blood and the shedding of scales, the fishing spear was finally pulled out.
Little Black Dragon lay on the ground, panting. His sounds and scent quickly attracted villagers. Similar to the records in the intelligence, the people at that time built a canopy for him with reed mats, brought water to irrigate him, and even found monks from a nearby temple to perform a ceremony for him.
Mo Chuan looked at Little Black Dragon lying in the wheat field, thinking that all the scenes matched.
However, the white dragon seemed to have no intention of continuing to watch. Instead, he took Mo Chuan to Little White Dragon's location.
At this moment, Little White Dragon, following the bloodstains, finally found Guo Dahai, who was crying in the bushes halfway.
In his haste, Little White Dragon instinctively did not suspect Guo Dahai, nor did he notice the broken fishing net hidden behind the bushes.
"Guo Dahai, have you seen Little Black Dragon, who usually accompanies me?"
Hearing Little White Dragon's anxious voice, Guo Dahai was stunned for a moment, then looked at Little White Dragon with disbelief.
When questioned by Little White Dragon, Guo Dahai, who had always been honest and upright, suddenly revealed the insidious and cunning side hidden deep within his soul. His eyes rolled, and he immediately approached Little White Dragon with a mournful cry, wailing in pain: "Dragon God! Another black Dragon God was taken away by a group of hunters. I... I couldn't stop them... Please hurry and save him!"
"What happened?! Explain it clearly!"
"Dragon God, please come with me quickly! I'm afraid that if those hunters take the Black Dragon God out of Huaihua Village, I won't know where to find him. We can explain on the way."
Little White Dragon was eager to find his relative. He nodded, transformed from his dragon form into a maiden in her early teens, and followed Guo Dahai down the mountain.
The subsequent events began to exceed Mo Chuan's expectations.
After Guo Dahai brought Little White Dragon to the village, being half a charlatan, he didn't know where he got his mysterious methods and actually managed to trap the white dragon. However, the maiden, having left the river she was in charge of, could not transform into her dragon form and was eventually beaten daily by Guo Dahai, who was eager to prove himself.
A few days later, during a heavy rain, Little Black Dragon forced himself back to the pool. Not finding Little White Dragon, he realized something. Just as he was about to go to Huaihua Village, he fell to the ground from the sky due to the strong wind and rain, crashing a train.
Finally, Little Black Dragon tried to go to Huaihua Village again, but due to his severe injuries, he died in the sophora tree forest outside Huaihua Village.
However, the sophora tree is also known as the ghost tree. Nourished by a large amount of Yin energy for several months, Little Black Dragon transformed into a half-dead, half-alive ghost dragon. Driven by a powerful obsession, he found Guo Dahai and took his life.
But there was no white dragon in Guo Dahai's house, only bottles of wine.
As it turned out, on the twentieth day of imprisoning Little White Dragon, she had already escaped. Guo Dahai, having lost Little White Dragon, was met with the disdain and ridicule of the villagers. He spent his days in a daze, drinking to drown his sorrows.
Unable to find Little White Dragon, Little Black Dragon possessed Guo Dahai and spent his days searching the Changbai mountain range for any trace of Little White Dragon. He also moved into the mountains.
Who would have thought that this search would last for nearly 200 years?
Just as Little Black Dragon's physical body was on the verge of collapse several times, and he was about to become an unconscious specter, he finally inquired about the white dragon's whereabouts.
It was just... the rotten skeleton of Little White Dragon that he found.
As Mo Chuan's mind began to become chaotic, the white dragon suddenly stopped the memory recall and said to Mo Chuan, "Human, although I don't believe you, do you want to leave?"
Mo Chuan looked at the white dragon's soul, seemingly trying to discern something from its eyes.
...
Just as Guo Dahai was continuing to preside over the ceremony, there was a sudden loud noise outside. The door of the hall was directly kicked open, and several heavily armed personnel from the Ability Administration quickly surrounded the hall.
"Everyone, immediately drop your weapons, squat on the ground, and place your hands on your heads. Violation will result in compulsory measures!"
The people present were all merchants and civilians. The few ability users who resisted were immediately subdued. When Taotie arrived at the scene, only Guo Dahai and his group from the haunted house remained, confronting the Ability Administration from a high platform.
And on the second floor, King Taishan, who planned to slip away when he saw the situation was not good, was about to go downstairs to find the car Ye Ling had left for him before leaving. Unexpectedly, he ran into Grey Sheep, who was calmly sitting at the back door.
"Little friend, where are you going?" Grey Sheep asked with a kindly and benevolent expression, but the faint glow of spiritual energy emanating from his hand indicated his intentions.
King Taishan, who had intended to pretend to be young and cute to get away with it, immediately had a grim expression. He casually flicked out several bamboo slips and shouted, "A roc takes flight with the wind in one day, soaring ninety thousand miles!"
The phantom of a large bird immediately appeared and was about to grab King Taishan to leave, when he heard Grey Sheep's devilish voice:
"You don't know the true face of Mount Lu, only because you are within the mountain."