He's alone, but he's a tomb raider!

As the temperature suddenly dropped, a chilling wind arose on the arena, whipping up sand and stones.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a huge black dragon spirit slowly emerged above Wang Ai's head!

The black dragon was as black as ink, with distinct scales, each scale gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

With its prominent horns, flowing whiskers, and piercing eyes, it exudes an aura of majesty and dominance.

The dragon coiled around, blotting out the sky and the sun, and a terrifying dragon might spread out, making it hard for people to breathe. It was truly domineering and divine!

The only flaw is that the black dragon's tail appears to be injured.

The end was missing a section, making it look somewhat incomplete and bare, which was out of place with the majestic dragon body.

Seeing that Wang Ai no longer concealed his intentions and directly used the Spirit Binding Technique, Feng Zhenghao on the platform also turned somewhat ugly.

After all, these Eight Extraordinary Skills originally belonged to the Feng family and were passed down by Feng Tianyang.

The Wang family used dishonorable means to seize the Spirit Binding and Commanding skills from the Feng family back then, and now they are doing it right in front of Feng Zhenghao. This is tantamount to slapping him in the face.

But... I can curse in my heart as I please.

When Feng Zhenghao saw the black dragon in front of him, which was clearly extraordinary and even had a more imposing aura than Liu Kunsheng, his expression changed several times.

Liu Kunsheng is already a top immortal in Changbai Mountain, with profound cultivation and formidable strength.

But the black dragon before them actually had an aura that surpassed Liu Kunsheng's.

Moreover, it's not just a little bit stronger, it's a complete crushing defeat!

What exactly is this thing?

Are there really such powerful spirits in this world today?

Staring at the black dragon on the arena, Feng Zhenghao muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Not only Feng Zhenghao, but Lu Jin, who was watching from the sidelines, also fell silent.

Lu Jin stared intently at the black dragon in the arena, his brows furrowed. He seemed to recognize the man's identity, but also seemed somewhat incredulous.

Wang Ai... actually managed to bring that person here?

How is this possible?!

The old master squinted at the black dragon in the arena, then at the shocked Feng Zhenghao and the silent Lu Jin, before finally speaking slowly and revealing the whole story.

Did you know that Heilongjiang wasn't always called Heilongjiang, but rather Bailongjiang?

Feng Zhenghao was taken aback and shook his head.

The old master stroked his beard and began to speak slowly.

There is such a story in "Zi Bu Yu" written by Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty.

In March, a woman surnamed Bi from Wendeng County, Shandong Province, was soaking clothes by a pond when she saw plums on a tree. They were as big as chicken eggs. She was surprised, thinking that plums should not be growing in late spring. She picked them and ate them, and they were exceptionally sweet.

From then on, her belly swelled, and she became pregnant.

In the fourteenth month, a small dragon was born, about two feet long. It flew away as soon as it fell to the ground, and would always come back to drink its mother's milk at dawn.

The father, angered, chased after it with a knife, cutting off its tail. The little dragon never came again.

Several years later, his mother died and was buried in the village.

One night, there was thunder, lightning, wind, and rain, and something seemed to be coiling in the darkness.

The next day, upon inspection, the coffin had already been buried, forming a large, imposing tomb.

Several years later, his father died, and the neighbors buried him together with his father.

That night, thunder and lightning struck again. The next day, his father's coffin was seen being lifted out of the hole, as if it would not allow them to be buried together.

Afterwards, the villagers called it "Bald-tailed Dragon Mother's Tomb," and their prayers for sunshine and rain were always answered!

Translation, translation, it's actually just this kind of story.

At the foot of Huilong Mountain in Wendeng, Shandong, there lived a farmer surnamed Li. One day, his wife, Bi, was washing clothes by the river when she saw an out-of-season plum growing on a tree.

The fruit was about the size of an egg. She picked it and ate it, and from then on, she became pregnant inexplicably, carrying the pregnancy for a full fourteen months.

One stormy night, the door was flung open by the wind, and a small black dragon, more than two feet long, was born. As soon as it landed, it was able to ride the clouds.

The little dragon was filial by nature. Every day before dawn, it would quietly return on a dark cloud, lie in its mother's arms to nurse, and then fly away before daybreak, never letting outsiders see it.

As time went on, the husband noticed that a monster was entering their home every night.

One night, as the little black dragon was suckling at its mother, Old Man Li suddenly chopped down with a kitchen knife, severing the dragon's tail in one stroke.

The black dragon roared in pain, blood splattered, and billowing black smoke burst through the roof as it fled northeast, never daring to return home again.

Because his surname was Li and his tail was missing, people called him Bald-tailed Old Li.

Many years later, the Dragon Mother Bi died of illness, and the villagers hastily buried her on a barren slope outside the village.

On the night of the funeral, a violent storm raged with thunder and lightning, and dark clouds swirled around the grave.

Clearly, this was Old Li with the bald tail, who had traveled all the way from the Northeast, returning overnight to personally move his mother's grave.

In later generations, this place was called the Dragon Mother's Tomb. People built a temple to worship the Dragon Mother and prayed for rain or sunshine, and most of the prayers came true.

Several years later, Old Man Li passed away. Kind-hearted neighbors planned to bury him and the Dragon Mother together in the same grave.

That night, another thunderstorm raged!

The next day, people saw that Old Man Li's coffin had been forcibly overturned from the tomb.

It turns out that although Old Li with the bald tail was filial and grateful for his birth mother's kindness, he always harbored resentment towards his father for cutting off his tail and did not want his birth father to be buried with his mother.

Every year thereafter, around the time of his mother's birthday, Old Li with the bald tail would ride the clouds back to his hometown to pay respects. When he came, there would always be a light drizzle, which the locals called "Old Li's Homecoming Rain".

Furthermore, when he was injured by his father and wandered northwards.

Bald-tailed Old Li traveled all the way north and arrived at the Great River in Northeast China.

At that time, this river was called the Bailong River. A white dragon was said to be coiled at the bottom of the river. It was ferocious and often stirred up huge waves, capsizing boats and flooding the fields on both banks, causing great suffering to the local people.

After arriving here, Bald-tailed Old Li resolved to drive away the White Dragon and seize the position of River God.

So he appeared in a dream to all the Shandong natives who had come from Shandong to migrate to Northeast China.

"When the river water churns up white waves, it is a white dragon. You throw stones and lime at it to hurt it."

If black water rises, it's me. Throw steamed buns and bread into the river to fill my stomach!

As a black dragon, this one either drinks milk or eats vegetables. How bad could such a dragon be?

The next day, people on both sides of the river had the exact same dream, so they prepared supplies and stood guard by the river.

Two giant dragons fought fiercely in the river, causing the water to churn and the wind and rain to howl.

The white dragon was powerful and suppressed the bald-tailed old Li several times.

Whenever the black water surged, the people on the shore threw down their steamed buns; when the white waves rose, rocks and limestone rained down on the white dragon.

The battle raged for three days and three nights. The White Dragon, exhausted, was defeated and killed by the Black Dragon in the river.

From then on, this great river was renamed the Heilongjiang River, and Old Li with the bald tail became the dragon god guarding the river!

According to a tradition passed down by old boatmen, it is best to have someone from Shandong on board when sailing on the river. Old Li, out of consideration for his fellow townsman, believed that the storms would subside on their own.

If there are no Shandong people on board, it is easy for a sudden storm to arise.

Theoretically speaking, Bald-tailed Old Li belongs to the River God Dragon King, not to the system of shamanic spirits, fox spirits, celestial spirits, and earth spirits.

Heaven, Earth, Gods, Humans, and Ghosts—these are the Five Immortals!

Even if Bald-tailed Old Li isn't a local immortal, he's still a deity, with a higher status than wild immortals. He receives offerings from temples and doesn't possess spirits or become a medium.

But no one knows what method Wang Ai used to summon this person!

The profound foundation of the four extraordinary families is evident!