Chapter 4584 — The Third Exit
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This answer did not surprise Wei Zhao in the least; now that it was confirmed, he could not help but feel a stir of solemn respect. He and the Five-Venom Flood Dragon had never so much as crossed paths, but the creature had, after all, been a top-tier spiritual beast who once stood at the very summit—and this was the reverence one owed the strong. Especially since, dead as it now was, it still gathered about itself such a terrifying aura that the greatness of its living strength could well be imagined.
Wei Zhao sighed inwardly. Had it not fallen foul of the Vermilion Bird's treachery, this Five-Venom Flood Dragon would very likely have contended for the seat of the new Azure Dragon Elder—a transcendent being who stood at the very top of Cloud-Tier Island, summoning wind and cloud at a word. But now dust had returned to dust, and all of it had melted into drifting cloud.
"Why have you not built it a dragon tomb? Not even a decent gravestone—how is it to rest in peace after death, treated like this?" the ghost thing suddenly popped out of Wei Zhao's body and said to the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits in a severe tone.
The aura here would not disperse, and that was precisely because the Five-Venom Flood Dragon's obsession lingered. That being so, even though the beast was dead, it could never be released, and could only sink forever into endless obsession and resentment—surely the most pitiful fate a dragon could suffer.
"Senior Ghost, I wanted to build my master a dragon tomb too, but before he died my master gave me his orders: unless I set up his stele with the Vermilion Bird's bones, he would not close his eyes in death. Those were my master's last commands, and I dare not disobey them!" the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits said, both eyes red.
The ghost thing and Wei Zhao fell silent at once, and without any prior agreement both bowed deeply to the Five-Venom Flood Dragon. Then the ghost thing sighed and said, "Very well. Since your master left such a dying wish, bend yourself to that direction with all your heart, and do not make him wait too long. That Vermilion Bird bastard will not strut much longer, I promise you."
"I know. One day, sooner or later, I will use the Vermilion Bird's corpse to make offering to my master's spirit in heaven!" the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits said, drawing a deep breath, its tone firm.
To this day the Vermilion Bird was an opponent the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits was bound to destroy, whether for the Five-Venom Flood Dragon's sake or its own. Yet that opponent was far too strong, far too dreadful; even though the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits was now a being of the Earth-Splitting stage, it could still do nothing but hide here and play the shrinking turtle.
Endure and endure again—only when its strength was great enough could the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits burst forth like an evil dragon loosed upon the world, and make the Vermilion Bird pay in blood!
Wei Zhao stood to one side and said nothing. There was no real grudge between him and the Vermilion Bird, but if ever he gained sufficient strength, he too would inevitably strike at it. After all, both the ghost thing and the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits were locked with this Vermilion Bird in a feud that only death could end.
The party lingered a while at the Five-Venom Flood Dragon's grave, then took flight once more and pressed on. At full speed, the spiritual bird flew for a good half-hour before Wei Zhao finally caught up with the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits, which was waiting ahead.
This place was already very far from that stretch of Five-Venom Swamp, and even so Wei Zhao had found no trace of its borders or its end. The vastness of this mysterious space beneath him was truly beyond all reckoning.
"If I haven't misjudged, the third exit should be right above us," the Dragon of Five Baleful Spirits said, pointing overhead.