Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"What...what's going on..."

Ye Yuchan stood frozen in place, her expression blank, like a puppet.

It wasn't that she lacked knowledge, nor that she was overreacting.

But the scene before my eyes... was simply too unsettling to bear.

Dragon.

The dragon's corpse.

Countless dragons clad in black armor collapsed before the vast treasures piled up in front of their caves, their dragon eyes tightly shut. For some reason, most of their scales had been peeled off, exposing their pale black flesh. Their wings, which they used to fly through the sky, were broken, and their bellies and heads bore sharp claw marks and bite marks.

The eight golden totem pillars that should have stood tall had all collapsed, covered with charred marks from the flames.

Gu Xingzhuo raised his head blankly and looked up at the sky above the Blackwater Abyss.

The sky, which should have been composed of clear lake water and the brilliance of stars, now presented a terrifying murky scene, with a twisted vortex above it, and something seemed to be writhing in the center of the vortex.

The air was filled with the stench of blood and the acrid smell of burnt food. Just standing there, Ye Yuchan and Gu Xingzhuo felt wave after wave of discomfort.

Without saying a word, Yunping walked to the black dragon on the left and stood in front of its head, which had been bitten off by half. His expression was gloomy and hard to describe.

He reached out and stroked the exposed fangs of the black dragon's corpse, saying to the two behind him, "They were killed by their own people."

"...One of our own?" Ye Yuchan couldn't quite understand.

"The bite marks are also from dragons. The claws that tore their scales apart were from their own kind. The marks from the flames they spewed were probably from the breath of a black dragon."

"Yu Chan, you guessed correctly before, there has probably indeed been internal strife in the Blackwater Abyss."

Gu Xingzhuo expressed his incomprehension. He looked around and then said, "But...the Black Dragon Clan has always been peaceful...why would such a large-scale internal strife suddenly break out?"

"It's not something they wanted to erupt."

Yun Ping shook his head, his right hand veins bulging as he gripped the dragon tooth stained with dragon blood: "They didn't start this internal strife voluntarily. Their fighting has a reason, but it's definitely not because of factors like royal power."

"Then why..."

"Chaos...this is chaos."

Yun Ping squinted, staring intently at the corpse of the black dragon ahead, and said in a deep voice, "It seems the chaos within that mad dragon hasn't been completely cleared away... It has returned, carrying hatred and resentment..."

"That mad dragon..."

Ye Yuchan suddenly recalled the story Yunping had told Chu Xin and the others when they last came to Blackwater Abyss.

Emperor Wen's act of slaying the dragons was not his original intention. Rather, it was because some black dragons had become tainted with an inexplicable madness and chaos, so Emperor Wen took action to kill those dragons, which led to the existence of the Dragon Bone Wasteland.

Could it be... that source of chaos... has returned to this Blackwater Abyss once again?

Before Ye Yuchan could ask a question—

"Roar roar roar—!!!"

A roar that shook the heavens came from a deep, dark cave in the distance.

Yunping frowned suddenly, then left Ye Yuchan and the other person with the words, "Stay here and don't move around."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire figure disappeared from the spot.

Perhaps neither Ye Yuchan nor Gu Xingzhuo felt anything from that roar.

They might not even be able to distinguish the difference between the roars of different dragons.

But how could Yunping not recognize the voice of its sworn brother who fought alongside it on the battlefield?!

That furious yet pained roar...

It was none other than the master of this Blackwater Abyss—Black Dragon King Jueying.

4. On the first day that Hei Yuan Di Bing was gone, I missed him.

That chaos, that madness, has finally returned.

Once, Yunping did not kill that black dragon.

Because he was the younger brother of the Black Dragon King, Jueying.

The bond between siblings is precious enough for ordinary people, let alone for these two black dragons who have depended on each other for countless years.

In this respect, Yunping greatly admired Jueying.

He had a younger brother, a relative, a relative who wouldn't leave as early as others, nor live long enough to witness his own death, and whose lifespan was similar to his own.

These two brothers had known each other for far too long, so the moment Yunping had the idea of ​​killing the source of this chaos, he extinguished it himself.

The feeling of losing a loved one is definitely not pleasant.

As for Jueying... although he has no blood relation with Yunping, if you really want to talk about it, Yunping has always regarded him as family.

Because it is one of the few people in this world for whom Yunping does not have to witness death firsthand.

As an immortal, he was unwilling to have too much contact with mortals, not because he was arrogant and considered himself superior, but because he was afraid that if he had too much contact with mortals, he would become deeply involved and suffer from the pain of his damned lifespan.

The way to avoid suffering is to stop praying from the very beginning.

This is why Yunping has always treated Jueying with absolute sincerity. He doesn't need to worry about lifespan; he only needs to be honest with him.

Therefore, it cannot die.

Absolutely not.

"Kuroko!"

The snow-white figure vanished into the cave.

He had barely stepped into the cold, black water-surrounded land when he saw a dark afterimage flash past him, rushing away through the hole in the cave ceiling.

That is...

Yunping narrowed his eyes. Although it was just a fleeting shadow, he still managed to catch a glimpse of its true form.

He wanted to give chase immediately, but the sight of the black dragon lying on the black water in the center of his vision made him abandon the idea of ​​pursuing it.

Yun Ping took a step forward. The technique of shrinking the earth to an inch was easy for him. He immediately stepped into the black water and stood in front of the huge head floating on the water.

The once majestic dragon head now hung limply, its weak breaths escaping from its nostrils. Though a strong gust of wind for humans, it was a sign of impending doom for the Black Dragon King.

Seemingly sensing Yun Ping's arrival, the dragon's previously tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing pain and weakness emanating from its golden, sharp, round pupils, with several dark shadows swirling and settling in the depths of its eyes.

"...You've come..."

It did not speak, but its words still echoed over the dark waters.

Yunping's gaze quickly swept over Jueying's battered body—most of its scales were torn apart by sharp claws, blood gushed from its neck like a spring, and the teeth marks above were clearly visible.

Five of its prized claws were broken, its wings drooped down as if burned, and its back was inexplicably covered with hundreds of shocking bloody holes.

Such injuries would be considered serious even for a dragon.

Jueying made a move to get up, but Yunping pressed his hand against the dragon horn on its forehead and said coldly, "Don't move. You are seriously injured. Just lie down."

"It's just a minor injury..." Jueying exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice weak as if he were about to die: "I've suffered countless injuries in my life, this is nothing..."

Yunping rudely interrupted it: "I said, don't move."

He gently patted the dragon's horn with his right hand, and the dragon's movement to get up suddenly stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, a hint of helplessness appeared in Jueying's dazzling dragon eyes. It felt a force binding its body, making it impossible for it to get up. In the end, it had no choice but to obey Yunping's words and lie quietly on the black water.

It was at this time that...

Yunping suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

A silver-haired girl dressed in a maid outfit and a white-haired boy wearing black-rimmed glasses gradually emerged from the shadows.

Yunping frowned, turned around, and looked at the two who were panting as they entered the depths of the cave with a serious expression: "Didn't I tell you to stay outside first?"

“We weren’t planning on coming in anyway…” Ye Yuchan swallowed hard, her face pale. “You might not believe it, old rogue, but just now my senior brother and I saw a huge black dragon fly out of the cave…”

She gestured a circle in front of her with both hands, "It's about... this big!"

……

Yunping felt that ever since this girl became a goofball, she seemed to have become quite goofy herself.

Gu Xingzhuo then turned his gaze to the Black Dragon King Jueying beside Yun Ping. Although it was clearly the first time he had seen the Black Dragon King, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as if memories in his mind were constantly replaying.

As memories of his past life related to the Blackwater Abyss slowly resurfaced, Gu Xingzhuo frowned and gradually revealed a look of understanding: "Just now... that dragon, could it be the Black Dragon King's younger brother?"

Ye Yuchan was taken aback: "...Younger brother?"

Before Ye Yuchan could ask, Jueying, who was lying on the black water in the distance, chuckled twice.

Although her voice was still incredibly weak, it carried a hint of nostalgia: "I didn't expect you to come too... Old friend, how many times is this now..."

“…I don’t know.” Gu Xingzhu shook his head: “It could be the seventh time, or it could be the seventeenth time…This period of time is too long, I can’t remember it clearly at this time.”

"It's alright, it's alright." Jueying smiled. "It's good that you're here. At least it means... you haven't succumbed yet."

"Sinking?"

Yunping and the other two frowned simultaneously, quite puzzled by this.

Jueying naturally knew they had some questions, so she said, "This is about that Supreme Lord. I suppose you all know something about him—"

"It's that woman..."

Mention that woman.

Yun Ping, Ye Yuchan, and Gu Xingzhuo all unconsciously conjured up the image of that stunningly beautiful white figure in their minds.

"Ye Xuanqiu..." Ye Yuchan murmured her name softly. Whenever she thought of the woman who had the same appearance as her, she felt uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

"We can talk about this slowly."

Although Yunping's expression changed slightly because of Ye Xuanqiu's matter, he was not in a hurry to make Jueying reveal all the information.

Instead, he gently stroked the dragon horns on Jueying's head, speaking in a commanding tone: "You should rest for a while. Blackwater should be the best medicine in the world for you. Although your injuries are severe, you will recover in time."

"Hehe... If it were before, that would indeed be the case."

The dragon's head swayed gently twice, and an incomprehensible emotion gradually emerged in its golden eyes.

As those golden eyes trembled slightly, Yun Ping's body shook violently.