In a moment of desperation, Shui Miao’s mind sparked an idea—he had a brilliant, unconventional plan!
In times of crisis, victory lies in the unexpected.
In a narrow path, the brave shall prevail.
Even if not strong, one must act strong and scare the opponent away with sheer momentum.
In a moment of desperation, an ingenious idea suddenly struck Shui Miao!
In times of crisis, one must prevail through unconventional means.
When two adversaries meet, the brave one emerges victorious.
Even if you’re not powerful, you must act the part and intimidate your opponent with sheer presence.
Daring to think and act, Shui Miao immediately channeled all his immortal energy and Soul-Devouring Power, exaggeratingly morphing the latter into a massive black blade dozens of meters long. He launched it directly toward the jade gourd!
“Haha! I just vanquished Hua Yuting and devoured his immortal body, multiplying my strength several times over. And now you come here seeking death? Excellent! Let me fulfill your wishes—I’ll devour all of you, achieve the realm of Immortal Elder, then ascend to Immortal Venerable. I’ll storm the Immortal Realm, destroy your stronghold, and ensure you never rise again!”
Shui Miao laughed maniacally, his aura shaking the heavens.
“Boom!”
The immense black blade, forged from the Soul-Devouring Power, collided with the jade gourd, immediately causing it to emit thick black smoke. The intricate magical formations inside were mostly obliterated, and the once-superior-grade immortal artifact, the jade gourd, was hurled into the Raksha Sea, reduced to nothing more than worthless debris.
As it turned out, Immortal Venerable Yuhua had overlooked the fact that immortal artifacts suffered a significant loss of power in the Raksha World. Here, a superior-grade immortal artifact was, at best, equivalent to an inferior-grade one. Shui Miao, already an Immortal Lord, wielded Soul-Devouring Power that surpassed even that level. It would have been no surprise if he had shattered the gourd completely; damaging it大半 was hardly shocking.
Shui Miao was both surprised and delighted by how fragile the immortal artifact turned out to be. His spirits soared, and he gathered his energy to roar, “Don’t you dare run! All of you, stay and meet your fate!”
“Oh my god!”
Black Tiger Immortal Venerable was so terrified by Shui Miao’s outburst that he nearly lost his nerve. With a cry of fear, he turned and fled.
A superior-grade immortal artifact had been destroyed in a single encounter—what kind of monstrous power was this? Immortal Venerable Yuhua was utterly dumbfounded. How could they possibly fight back?
“You bastard, just you wait! I’ll be back—”
“Whoosh!”
Before Yuhua could finish his threat, the black giant blade came slashing down. He quickly transformed into a streak of starlight and fled.
Shui Miao gave chase for a while, but the two Immortal Venerables vanished in the blink of an eye, faster than immortal rabbits. He finally stopped, muttering to himself, “Do you think you’re the Big Bad Wolf? Coming back? If you dare return, I’ll turn my Soul-Devouring Power into a frying pan and whack you silly!”
As Shui Miao turned around, he saw Dragon Lord Ao De following him. Ao De looked at him, knelt down, and bowed deeply. “Benefactor, I am Ao De. I wish to pledge myself to you as my master. I will serve you faithfully, even at the cost of my life!”
“Ah! Senior Ao De, please rise quickly!”
Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he hurriedly helped Ao De up. “Senior Ao De, I am but a mere human cultivator. How could I possibly have the honor of being your master?”
Ao De wept bitterly. “Noble one, you need not be so modest. You vanquished Hua Yuting, shattered a superior-grade immortal artifact with a single strike, and sent two Immortal Venerables fleeing with a roar. Such power is rare throughout history; such a feat is unheard of. Though I am a Dragon Lord, I am not even one-tenth as capable as you. Now that you have saved my life, it is only right that I repay you by acknowledging you as my master.”
“Senior, you exaggerate. I’m truly not that powerful! How about this: since you think so highly of me and you are much older than I am, why don’t I acknowledge you as my elder brother?” Shui Miao was always like this—when others treated him with respect and gratitude, he responded in kind, valuing loyalty and reciprocation.
That said, Shui Miao’s politeness toward Ao De was also influenced by Ao De’s character.
“No, no! How could I dare? Master, my mind is made up. I willingly acknowledge you as my master and will never harbor any disloyalty!” Ao De vowed with utmost sincerity. “I only ask that you teach me your skills so I may seek vengeance for my clan, capture that despicable Luo Tong, and wash away the deep-seated hatred of my annihilated clan with blood!”
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, at a loss for words.
So, Ao De’s humility was driven by his desire to learn skills and seek revenge!
But Shui Miao felt awkward—the treasures of the Dragon Palace were in his possession, including the young dragon still inside the Time Tower. The Nuwa Stone and several discarded immortal artifacts were all in his hands.
What should he do?
What could he do?
Tell Ao De the truth? That the treasures were with him, that the young dragon was safe, that Luo Tong’s primordial spirit had led him to steal the Nuwa Stone, and that Luo Tong had self-destructed the Dragon Palace without wanting the stone… Who would believe such a story? Moreover, Luo Tong’s self-destruction of the Dragon Palace’s formations had killed dozens of evil dragons. How could Shui Miao possibly bear the weight of that hatred?
For a moment, Shui Miao was torn, unsure how to respond.
Seeing Shui Miao silent, Ao De assumed he was considering the request and continued to plead tearfully.
After a pause, Shui Miao thought to himself: he had only taken the Nuwa Stone and a few discarded artifacts. He could raise the young dragon, teach it skills, and ensure the evil dragon clan didn’t go extinct. What else could he do?
“Senior Ao De, say no more. I prefer to operate alone. I promise I will help you, but how I help is for me to decide. Please don’t acknowledge me as your master. Let each of us do what we can and fight our own battles…”
Shui Miao intended to persuade Ao De to leave, dealing with future matters when the time came. Having such a complicated figure by his side would make life difficult.
Hearing this, Ao De interrupted, “Good! I believe you. Your promise to help is enough. I will now seek out my dragon brethren. One day, we will storm the Immortal Realm together. I hope to meet you there, Master, where we can fight side by side, settling scores and reveling in vengeance!”
Ao De stood up, clasped his fists solemnly toward Shui Miao, then turned and left without hesitation.
Dragons were a sacred race, born with innate pride—even the evil dragons were no exception.
Having said what needed to be said, Ao De trusted Shui Miao’s character and left resolutely.
Watching Ao De’s determined departure and his lonely retreating figure, Shui Miao felt an inexplicable sadness and guilt. He asked himself: Was he doing the right thing? Shouldn’t he return the young dragon and the Nuwa Stone to Ao De, reunite them, and help the evil dragon clan rise again?
Was he being unfair to Ao De?
Lost in thought, Shui Miao returned to Raksha Island. With a heavy sigh weighed down by guilt, he sent a mental message into the Time Tower: “Little dragon, I, Shui Miao, swear here and now that I will do everything in my power to help you grow. One day, when you are grown, no longer an evil dragon, and capable of standing on your own, I will return everything that belongs to you, ensuring your dragon clan rises again. I promise!”
“Th… thank you…”
The young dragon spoke in human tongue, actually uttering words of gratitude!
Shui Miao was stunned. How could this be? Why such a response? Could it be that this dragon was born divine, inherently possessing extraordinary intelligence and awareness of everything?
“Hahaha! I’ve just killed Hua Yuting and devoured his immortal body, greatly enhancing my power. Now you come here to die as well—perfect, perfect! Allow me to grant you all the honor of being devoured by me, helping me ascend to the rank of Immortal Sage, then even further to the level of an Immortal Overlord, and finally, I shall storm the Immortal Realm and destroy your nests forever, ensuring you never rise again!”
In a moment of desperation, an ingenious idea suddenly struck Shui Miao!
In times of crisis, one must resort to unexpected strategies to secure victory.
When two adversaries meet on a narrow path, the courageous one prevails.
Even if one isn’t truly powerful, they must act the part, using their aura to intimidate the opponent into retreat.
Daring to think and act, Shui Miao immediately channeled all his immortal energy and Soul-Devouring Power, exaggeratingly morphing the latter into a massive black blade dozens of meters long. He launched it directly toward the jade gourd!
“Haha! I just annihilated Hua Yuting, devoured his immortal body, and multiplied my strength several times over. And now you come here seeking death? Excellent! Let me fulfill your wish—I’ll devour all of you, achieve the realm of an Immortal Elder, then advance to Immortal Venerable. After that, I’ll storm the Immortal Realm, destroy your stronghold, and ensure you never rise again for all eternity!”
Shui Miao laughed maniacally, his imposing aura shaking the heavens.
“Boom!”
The massive black blade, forged from the Soul-Devouring Power, slammed into the jade gourd, immediately causing it to emit thick black smoke. The protective formation surrounding the gourd was more than halfway obliterated, and the once-superior-grade immortal artifact was hurled into the Raksha Sea, reduced to nothing more than worthless debris.
As it turned out, Yu Hua Immortal Venerable had overlooked the fact that the power of immortal artifacts was greatly diminished in the Raksha World. Here, a superior-grade immortal artifact was at best equivalent to an inferior-grade one. Shui Miao, already an Immortal Lord, wielded Soul-Devouring Power that surpassed even that level. It would have been no surprise if he had shattered the gourd completely; damaging it severely was hardly shocking.
Shui Miao was both surprised and delighted by how fragile the immortal artifact turned out to be. His spirits soared, and he gathered his energy to roar fiercely, “Don’t you dare run! All of you, leave your lives behind!”
“Oh my god!”
Black Tiger Immortal Venerable was so terrified by Shui Miao’s outburst that he nearly lost his nerve. With a panicked cry, he turned and fled.
A superior-grade immortal artifact had been destroyed in a single encounter—what kind of monstrous power was this? Yu Hua Immortal Venerable was utterly dumbfounded. How could they possibly fight against this?
“You bastard, just you wait! I’ll be back—”
“Whoosh!”
Before Yu Hua could finish his threat, the black giant blade came slashing down toward him. He hastily transformed into a streak of starlight and fled.
Shui Miao gave chase for a while, but the two Immortal Venerables vanished in the blink of an eye, faster than immortal rabbits. He eventually stopped, muttering to himself, “Do you think you’re some kind of Big Big Wolf? Come back again, and I’ll turn my Soul-Devouring Power into a frying pan to whack you!”
As Shui Miao turned around, he saw Dragon Lord Ao De following him. Ao De looked at him, then knelt and bowed deeply. “Benefactor, I am Ao De. I wish to pledge myself to you as my master. I will serve you faithfully, even at the cost of my life!”
“Ah! Senior Ao De, please rise quickly!”
Touched, Shui Miao hurriedly helped Ao De up. “Senior, I am merely a humble human cultivator. How could I possibly have the honor of being your master?”
Ao De wept as he pleaded, “Noble one, there is no need for modesty. You annihilated Hua Yuting, shattered a superior-grade immortal artifact with a single strike, and sent two Immortal Venerables fleeing with a roar. Such power is rare throughout history; such a feat is unheard of. Though I am a Dragon Lord, I am not even one-tenth as capable as you. Now that you have saved my life, it is only right that I repay you by acknowledging you as my master.”
“Senior, you exaggerate. I am truly not that powerful! How about this: since you think so highly of me and you are much older, why don’t I acknowledge you as my elder brother?” Shui Miao was always like this—when others treated him with respect and gratitude, he responded in kind, valuing loyalty and reciprocation.
That said, Shui Miao’s politeness was also influenced by Ao De’s character.
“No, no! How could I dare? Master, my mind is made up. I willingly acknowledge you as my master and will never betray you!” Ao De vowed with utmost sincerity. “I only ask that you teach me your skills so I may take revenge for my clan, capture that despicable Luo Tong, and wash away the deep hatred of my annihilated clan with blood!”
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, at a loss for words.
So Ao De’s humility was driven by his desire to learn skills and seek revenge!
But Shui Miao was put in an awkward position. The treasures of the Dragon Palace were in his possession, including the young dragon still inside the Time Tower. The Nuwa Stone and several discarded immortal artifacts were all in his hands.
What should he do?
What could he do?
If he revealed the truth to Ao De—that he possessed the treasures, that the young dragon was by his side, that Luo Tong’s primordial spirit had guided him to steal the Nuwa Stone, and that Luo Tong had chosen to self-destruct the Dragon Palace without desiring the stone—who would believe him? Furthermore, Luo Tong’s self-destruction of the Dragon Palace’s formation had resulted in the deaths of dozens of evil dragons. How could Shui Miao possibly shoulder the burden of such hatred?
For a moment, Shui Miao was torn, unsure how to respond.
Seeing Shui Miao silent, Ao De assumed he was considering the request and continued to plead tearfully.
After a pause, Shui Miao thought to himself: he had only taken the Nuwa Stone and a few discarded artifacts. He could raise the young dragon, teach it skills, and ensure the evil dragon clan did not go extinct. What else could he do?
“Senior Ao De, say no more. I prefer to act alone. I promise I will help you, but how I help is for me to decide. Please don’t acknowledge me as your master. Let each of us use our own abilities and fight our own battles…”
Shui Miao intended to persuade Ao De to leave, dealing with the matter later.
Having such a complicated figure by his side would make life difficult.
Hearing this, Ao De interrupted, “Good! I believe you. Your promise to help is enough. I will now seek out my dragon brethren. One day, we will storm the Immortal Realm together. I hope to meet you there, Master, so we may fight side by side, settling scores and reveling in vengeance!”
Ao De stood up, clasped his hands in a solemn salute to Shui Miao, then turned and left without hesitation.
Dragons were a sacred race, born with innate pride—even the evil dragons were no exception.
Having said what needed to be said, Ao De trusted Shui Miao’s character and left resolutely.
Watching Ao De’s determined departure and his lonely figure fading into the distance, Shui Miao felt an inexplicable sadness and guilt. He questioned himself: Was this the right thing to do? Shouldn’t he return the young dragon and the Nuwa Stone to Ao De, reunite their family, and help the evil dragon clan rise again?
Was he being unfair to Ao De?
Lost in thought, Shui Miao returned to Raksha Island. With a heavy sigh weighed down by guilt, he sent a mental message into the Time Tower: “Little dragon, I, Shui Miao, swear here that I will do everything in my power to help you grow. One day, when you are grown, no longer an evil dragon, and capable of standing on your own, I will return everything that belongs to you, allowing your dragon clan to rise again. I promise!”
“Th-thank you…”
The young dragon spoke in human language, actually uttering words of gratitude!
Shui Miao was utterly astonished. How could this be? Why such a response? Could it be that this dragon was born divine, possessing innate superhuman intelligence and awareness of everything?
“Boom!”
In a moment of desperation, an ingenious idea suddenly struck Shui Miao!
In times of crisis, one must resort to unconventional methods to secure victory.
When two adversaries meet on a narrow path, the brave one triumphs.
Even if you’re not powerful, you must act as though you are, using your aura to intimidate the opponent.
Daring to think and act, Shui Miao immediately channeled all his immortal power and Spirit-Devouring Force, exaggeratingly morphing the latter into a massive black blade dozens of meters long. He sent it flying directly toward the Jade Gourd!
“Haha! I just annihilated Hua Yuting and devoured his immortal body. My power has multiplied several times over. And now you come here seeking death? Excellent! Let me fulfill your wish—I’ll devour all of you, achieve the realm of Immortal Elder, then ascend to Immortal Venerable. I’ll storm the Immortal Realm, destroy your stronghold, and ensure you never rise again for all eternity!”
Shui Miao laughed maniacally, his aura shaking the heavens.
“Boom!”
The gigantic black blade formed by the Spirit-Devouring Force struck the Jade Gourd, instantly causing it to emit black smoke. The magical formations on it were more than half destroyed, and the superior-grade immortal artifact was sent flying into the Raksha Sea, rendered as useless as scrap.
As it turned out, Immortal Venerable Yuhua had overlooked the fact that the power of immortal artifacts was greatly diminished in the Raksha World. Here, a superior-grade immortal artifact was at best equivalent to an inferior-grade one. Shui Miao, already an Immortal Lord, wielded a Spirit-Devouring Force that surpassed even that level. It would have been no surprise if he had shattered the Jade Gourd entirely—damaging it severely was hardly shocking.
Shui Miao was both surprised and delighted. He hadn’t expected the immortal artifact to be so vulnerable. Bolstered by this, he gathered his energy and roared, “Don’t you dare run! All of you, stay and forfeit your lives!”
“Oh heavens!”
Black Tiger Immortal Venerable was so terrified by Shui Miao’s roar that he nearly lost his courage. With a cry of fear, he turned and fled.
A superior-grade immortal artifact had been destroyed in a single encounter—what kind of monstrous power was this? Immortal Venerable Yuhua was utterly dumbfounded. How could they possibly fight against this?
“You bastard, just you wait! I’ll be back—”
“Whoosh!”
Before Yuhua could finish his threat, the massive black blade came slashing down toward him. He quickly transformed into a streak of starlight and fled.
Shui Miao gave chase for a while, but the two Immortal Venerables vanished in an instant, faster than immortal hares. He eventually stopped, muttering to himself, “Do you think you’re some kind of cartoon villain? Come back again, and I’ll turn the Spirit-Devouring Force into a frying pan to whack you!”
As Shui Miao turned around, he saw Dragon Lord Ao De following him. Ao De looked at him, then knelt and bowed. “Benefactor, I am Ao De. I wish to pledge myself to you as my master. I will serve you faithfully, even at the cost of my life!”
“Ah! Senior Ao De, please rise quickly!”
Touched yet hesitant, Shui Miao helped Ao De up. “Senior, I am but a humble human cultivator. How could I possibly have the honor of being your master?”
Ao De tearfully pleaded, “Noble one, you need not be so modest. You annihilated Hua Yuting, shattered a superior-grade immortal artifact with a single strike, and sent two Immortal Venerables fleeing with a roar. Such power is rare throughout history, and such a feat is unheard of. Though I am a Dragon Lord, I am not even one-tenth as capable as you. Now that you have saved my life, it is only right that I repay you by serving you.”
“Senior, you exaggerate. I’m truly not that powerful! How about this: since you think so highly of me and you are much older, why don’t I acknowledge you as my elder brother?” Shui Miao was always like this—when others treated him with respect and gratitude, he responded in kind, valuing loyalty and reciprocity.
That said, Shui Miao’s politeness was also influenced by Ao De’s character.
“No, no! How could I dare? Master, my mind is made up. I willingly acknowledge you as my master and will never betray you!” Ao De vowed with utmost sincerity. “I only ask that you teach me your skills so I can seek vengeance for my clan, capture that despicable Luo Tong, and wash away the deep hatred of my annihilated clan with blood!”
“…”
Shui Miao was speechless. So, Ao De’s humility was driven by his desire to learn skills and seek revenge!
But Shui Miao felt awkward—the treasures of the Dragon Palace were in his possession, including the young dragon still inside the Time Tower. The Nuwa Stone and several discarded immortal artifacts were all in his hands.
What should he do?
What could he do?
If he told Ao De the truth—that he had the treasures, that the young dragon was with him, that Luo Tong’s spirit had led him to steal the Nuwa Stone, and that Luo Tong had self-destructed the Dragon Palace without wanting the stone—who would believe him? Moreover, Luo Tong’s spirit had caused the Dragon Palace’s formations to self-destruct, killing dozens of evil dragons. How could Shui Miao possibly bear the weight of that hatred?
For a moment, Shui Miao was at a loss, unsure how to respond.
Seeing Shui Miao silent, Ao De thought he was considering the request and continued to plead tearfully.
After a pause, Shui Miao thought to himself: he had only taken the Nuwa Stone and a few discarded artifacts. He could raise the young dragon, teach it skills, and ensure the evil dragon clan didn’t go extinct. What else could he do?
“Senior Ao De, say no more. I prefer to act alone. I promise I will help you, but how I help is for me to decide. Please don’t acknowledge me as your master. Let each of us use our own abilities and fight our own battles…”
Shui Miao intended to persuade Ao De to leave, thinking they could deal with the matter later. Having such a complicated figure by his side would make life difficult.
Hearing this, Ao De interrupted, “Good! I believe you. Your promise to help is enough. I will now seek out my dragon brethren. One day, we will storm the Immortal Realm together. I hope to meet you there, Master, so we can fight side by side and settle our scores!”
Ao De rose, clasped his hands in a solemn salute to Shui Miao, then turned and left without hesitation.
Dragons were a sacred race, born with innate pride—even the evil dragons were no exception. Having said all he needed to say, Ao De trusted Shui Miao’s character and left resolutely.
Watching Ao De’s determined departure and his lonely retreating figure, Shui Miao felt an inexplicable sadness and guilt. He asked himself: Was this the right thing to do? Shouldn’t he return the young dragon and the Nuwa Stone to Ao De, reunite him with his kin, and help the evil dragon clan rise again?
Was he being unfair to Ao De?
Lost in thought, Shui Miao returned to Raksha Island. With a heavy sigh weighed down by guilt, he sent a mental message into the Time Tower: “Little dragon, I, Shui Miao, swear here that I will do everything in my power to help you grow. One day, when you are mature, no longer an evil dragon, and capable of standing on your own, I will return everything that belongs to you. I will ensure the dragon clan rises again. I promise!”
“Th… thank you…”
The young dragon spoke in human language, actually uttering words of gratitude!
Shui Miao was stunned. How could this be? Why did it respond like this? Could it be that, as a divine dragon, it was born with extraordinary intelligence and understood everything?
It turned out that Yu Hua Immortal Overlord had underestimated the diminished power of immortal artifacts within the Asura World. In this world, even a top-grade immortal artifact was barely equivalent to a low-grade one. Shui Miao, already at the Immortal Monarch level, wielded Soul Devouring Power that surpassed even that of an Immortal Monarch’s energy. It was no surprise at all that he could slice through half of it.
Shui Miao himself was quite surprised—it had been unexpectedly easy. Overjoyed and astonished, he raised his spirits and shouted fiercely, “Don’t run! Leave your lives here!”
“Mommy!”
Hei Hu Immortal Overlord nearly lost his courage, shrieked in fear, and immediately turned to flee.
A top-grade immortal artifact destroyed in one strike—was this still even human? Yu Hua Immortal Overlord could only stare in shock. How could they possibly fight now?
“Damn it, just wait! I’ll be back—”
“Whoosh!”
Seeing the black blade descending straight toward him, Yu Hua couldn’t even finish his sentence before transforming into a streak of starlight and fleeing in panic.
Shui Miao gave chase for a while but soon stopped when he saw the two Immortal Overlords running faster than immortal rabbits, vanishing in an instant. “You think you’re Grey Wolf? Coming back? If you dare return, I’ll turn my Soul Devouring Power into a frying pan and beat you up!”
As Shui Miao turned around, he saw the Dragon Sovereign approaching from behind. The dragon looked at him and immediately bowed deeply, “Savior, I am Ao De. I wish to pledge my loyalty to you, serving you faithfully and sacrificing everything if needed!”
“Oh! Senior Ao De, please rise quickly!”
Shui Miao’s heart stirred as he hurriedly helped Ao De up. “Senior Ao De, truthfully, I’m just a humble human cultivator. I don’t deserve to be your master at all!”
Ao De wept, “Esteemed Master, there’s no need to be so humble. You defeated Hua Yuting, shattered a top-grade immortal artifact with one slash, and scared off two Immortal Overlords with a single roar—such power is rare in history. Such a miracle is unheard of for millennia. Though I am a Dragon Sovereign, I’m not even a tenth as capable as you. Now that you’ve saved my life, I must repay you with loyalty.”
“Senior, you flatter me too much. I really am not that strong! How about this—since you’re so kind as to respect me, and you’re much older than me, why don’t I just call you Big Brother instead?” Shui Miao was always like this—when others were courteous and grateful, he would reciprocate with respect and gratitude, valuing loyalty and righteousness deeply.
But to be fair, Shui Miao’s politeness toward Ao De was also due to Ao De’s character.
“No, no, no! How dare I! Master, I have made up my mind—I will willingly serve you as my master, with no second thoughts!” Ao De swore solemnly and sincerely. “I only… I only beg you, Master, to teach me your skills so I can avenge my clan and capture that despicable thief, Luo Tong, to repay the deep hatred for the destruction of my entire race!”
“…”
Shui Miao was stunned, at a loss for words.
So this Ao De had been so humble and respectful only because he wanted Shui Miao to teach him skills for revenge!
But Shui Miao felt awkward—after all, the treasures of the Dragon Palace were all in his possession, including the young dragon still inside the Time Pagoda!
The Nuwa Stone, several discarded immortal artifacts—they were all in his hands.
What should he do?
What else could he do?
If he told Ao De the truth—that all the treasures were in his hands, that the young dragon was alive, and that it was Luo Tong’s soul that had led him to steal the Nuwa Stone—well, who would believe that? Moreover, Luo Tong’s soul had self-destructed the Dragon Palace formation, killing dozens of dragons. How could Shui Miao bear the burden of that vengeance?
Shui Miao hesitated, unsure how to respond.
Seeing Shui Miao’s silence, Ao De assumed he was considering it and began to beg again tearfully.
After a pause, Shui Miao thought—after all, he had only obtained the Nuwa Stone and a few discarded artifacts. He could raise the young dragon himself, train it, and ensure the dragon race wouldn’t go extinct. What else could he do?
“Ao De Senior, please don’t say more. I prefer to walk alone. I promise I will help you, but how I do it is my own decision. Don’t call me your master anymore—let’s work together, each using our own strengths and fighting our own battles.”
Shui Miao had originally intended to persuade Ao De to leave, postponing the issue for later.
How could he live peacefully with such a complicated companion around?
Upon hearing this, Ao De interrupted, “Fine! I trust you. Your promise is enough for me. I will immediately go find my dragon brothers. One day, we shall rise against the Immortal Realm together. I hope we meet again there, and then we can fight side by side, repaying grudges and enjoying justice!”
Ao De stood up, gave Shui Miao a deep bow, and without hesitation, turned and left.
The Dragon Race is a sacred race, naturally proud—even the Evil Dragon Clan was no exception.
He had said all he needed to say. Trusting Shui Miao’s character, Ao De left decisively.
Watching Ao De leave so resolutely, seeing his lonely back disappearing into the distance, Shui Miao suddenly felt a strange sadness and guilt. He silently asked himself—was what he did right? Shouldn’t he have returned the young dragon and the Nuwa Stone to Ao De, allowing their family to reunite and the Evil Dragon Clan to rise again?
Wasn’t he betraying Ao De this way?
Shui Miao returned to the Asura Island in a daze, sighing deeply in guilt. Then, with a mental call into the Time Pagoda, he said, “Little Dragon, I, Shui Miao, swear here and now—I will do everything I can to help you grow. One day, when you’re grown up and no longer an evil dragon, when you can stand on your own, I will return everything to you and help your dragon race rise again. I promise!”
“Thank you… thank you…”
The young dragon spoke in a human voice, actually saying “thank you!”
Shui Miao was stunned. How could this be? Why did it respond like that? Did it possess innate divine intelligence, understanding everything from birth?
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