Dragon Tamer

“Let’s go this way.” Zhu Minglang walked in the direction from which the wind was coming.

Although the underground was relatively safe now, it was still necessary to figure out his whereabouts, lest he wander into the activity region of the Earth Vein Magma River. If surrounded by the Nothingness Fog, he could still manage to find his way out with the aid of the Lantern Jade Mask. If trapped by the magma below the earth’s surface, he would have no choice but to wait for death on the spot.

“Brother Zhu, you’ve saved my life again. I… I don’t know how to repay you,” Mi Rong said in a soft voice.

“Helping me retrieve my memory will be enough,” Zhu Minglang replied earnestly.

“Yes, yes, Mi Rong will definitely find enough Star Moon Jade Luili for Brother Zhu!” Mi Rong gripped her small fists tightly, speaking with sincere determination.

What a wonderful God-selected Big Brother he was. She must help him remember everything from his past so that he would no longer be troubled.

…

Walking in the direction the wind was blowing, Zhu Minglang detected a metallic scent mixed with the air.

Zhu Minglang remembered that when the Yama Dragon appeared, Mi Zhongyun, Yang Ji, and others were lingering at the entrance of that rift cave. They planned to let the nocturnal creatures wreak havoc first, and then they would swoop in to reap the rewards.

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The method was despicable, but Zhu Minglang strongly suspected that it was their use of the Dark Wanderer-attracting bait that invited one of the most terrible existences of the night—the Yama Dragon!

He had escaped disaster, but he wondered what had become of those people. Hopefully, they were all dead.

With this pleasant wish in mind, Zhu Minglang continued deeper into the cave.

This place clearly led to the caves where the Sacred Que Disaster Victims were hiding. Zhu Minglang could already hear the sounds of fighting above.

“There is light ahead,” Mi Rong said.

“Hmm, let’s go and have a look,” Zhu Minglang nodded.

A few crude torches were inserted into the rock walls, and footprints damp with tide were scattered messily around. As Zhu Minglang and Mi Rong approached, they discovered this was an underground river sink.

Because of the nearby magma, the water in the sink was half-boiling, creating white vapors that enveloped the underground river’s cavern like a white curtain.

When Zhu Minglang stepped in, he saw a large group of people.

They resembled refugees from a camp. Some were not fully clothed, some were diseased, some had eyes full of pain and numbness, and others were shivering with cold and hunger…

What was most striking, however, was that each of them bore severe burns, as if they had escaped from a horrific burning at the stake!

A few glowing fluorite stones, some torches that failed to dispel the darkness and cold, the air murky, and nothing around but rocks and boiling water—how they huddled in such a place and what they held onto to keep living was a mystery.

“These… these are disaster victims from the Holy Quel Continent,” Mi Rong said in shock.

Holy Que and the Supreme Court were the two continents that would fall upon the Tianshu God Domain, Mi Rong had heard some people in her clan mention.

The destruction of a continent by the Seven Stars Divine Resentment incurred the disgust of both God Xuan Ge and Flaunting God, who felt that Hua Chou was becoming recklessly extreme.

For this reason, as two fading Star Gods, God Xuan Ge and Flaunting God wanted to unite and call for censure against Hua Chou at the next gathering of the Seven Stars Gods.

The entire Tianshu God Domain, only these two deities dared to dissent against Hua Chou.

It was because of the union between the two deities that their progeny and subjects began to interact closely.

Whether it was her elder brother Mi Zhongyun’s intention of marrying her to Little Emperor Yang Ji or their joint search for Star Moon Jade Luili, it was all because two gods had started to grow close…

“These people’s cultivation bases are not high; they must have been forcefully protected by someone,” Zhu Minglang surveyed the crowd and said.

Some of them even lacked cultivation bases—they were just very ordinary people.

Logically, such people had no chance of surviving the terrifying destruction and fall of continents, the only explanation being that they had been saved by someone of the King Level Realm, and not just any expert, but one of the strongest among them.

“You… your gods have abandoned us to die. We struggle for survival beneath the earth. Does our mere existence trouble you so much that you must exterminate us without mercy!” a woman noticed Zhu Minglang and Mi Rong, her eyes filled with humiliation and unwillingness to accept her fate.

The woman had some cultivation base, but it was far less than Zhu Minglang.

She was clearly aware of this fact.

If Zhu Minglang decided to slay everyone here, she and the few crippled King Level Realm Experts behind her would not be able to stop him.

“ROAR!!!!!!”

A terrifying roar burst from one of the cave passageways before Zhu Minglang could even respond to the woman’s words, and he saw a bizarre creature covered in spines rush in and start savagely devouring the helpless Sacred Que Disaster Victims.

In the blink of an eye, four or five victims were dead, their blood smeared on the rock walls, made vivid and horrifying by the light of the fires.

“It’s a Nightmare!” Mi Rong recognized the indescribable Nightwalker at a glance.

Clearly having faced this fear before, the survivors of the Sacred Que Disaster Victims screamed, collectively fleeing toward the woman wrapped in a headscarf!

The woman was injured; she had burns on her left arm, neck, and there were distinct claw marks on her calves and knees, likely from previous fights with Nightwalkers over the past few nights, and the wounds had not yet healed.

Her eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness to concede.

With dangers in front and perils behind, she was at a loss whether to deal with Zhu Minglang, the butcher from the God Country, or the Nightmare prowler.

But while she hesitated, Zhu Minglang moved swiftly, and just as the Nightmare was about to bite off a boy’s head, he sent a flying Sword Spirit, deflecting the Nightmare away.

“Heavenly Slaughter Dragon!”

The movements of the Nightmares were unpredictable, and Zhu Minglang found it difficult to see clearly. In such a situation, there was no need for Zhu Minglang to face it alone, especially since the Sword Spirit Dragon wasn’t equipped to perfectly handle every foe. Just before, Zhu Minglang had intended to pierce the head of the Nightmare with his sword, but it dodged, forcing him to settle for driving it back instead.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon appeared in the form of Dark Feathers, pursuing the Nightmare and managing to barely wound the strange and challenging creature with a bite of void darkness.

“Roar!!!!”

The Nightmare let out an unpleasant roar, casting a malicious glance at Zhu Minglang before reluctantly fleeing out of the cave tunnel.

“Don’t chase.”

Zhu Minglang stopped the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, obviously encountering a creature as bizarre as itself for the first time, couldn’t hide its curiosity and combativeness, but in the end, it chose to follow Zhu Minglang’s command.

It retracted its black wings, coiled its tail around a stalactite, and then hung upside down in the cave, looking utterly indifferent.

Within the underground river cave, the Sacred Que Disaster Victims saw that the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon did not attack them and even helped drive away the extremely cruel Nightmare, leaving them simultaneously relieved but also filled with a touch of confusion.

They couldn’t understand why this butcher of the God Territory Continent would help them.

“We mean no harm to you,” Zhu Minglang said to the woman wrapped in a headscarf.

The woman glanced at the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, then at the Immortal Spirit Sword Dragon hanging beside Zhu Minglang.

It wasn’t so much that she trusted Zhu Minglang, but the current circumstances forced her to believe. After all, if he had wanted to kill them, he could have acted by now. Even the Nightmares were wary of him, so why would he bother deceiving them?

“What do you want?” the headscarf woman asked, still vigilant but willing to converse calmly.

“We were driven to this underground area by a Yama Dragon,” Mi Rong explained.

“A Yama Dragon is…?”

“A kind of Night Dragon that is a hundred times more terrifying than a Nightmare,” Mi Rong said.

While conversing with the headscarf woman, Zhu Minglang deliberately looked towards the direction where the underground river flowed, noticing that the area was enveloped by a layer of thin Nothingness Fog.

A few people with burns all over their bodies were using Star Moon Jade Glass to absorb the Nothingness Fog.

Without a doubt, the underground river should lead to the Supreme Court, and this Nothingness Fog was their last obstacle to infiltrating it. The fog was already very thin, and they believed they could pass through it soon.

The Nothingness Fog was unstable, slowly drifting, and those holding the Star Moon Jade Glass could only stand at the edge, cautiously absorbing it. But the chances of inhaling the fog were high—light cases resulted in fainting, while severe cases led to instant death.

Aware of the danger, some people were willing to risk death to enter the fog, just to absorb that little bit of it. But in the short time Zhu Minglang watched, eight or nine people died in this effort, yet others still picked up the Star Moon Jade Glass from their fallen companions’ hands, continuing to “carve” this path of life.

They were desperate acts for survival.

“Brother Zhu, all their strong ones are outside holding back the Dark Wanderers, and those in the cave are the old, the weak, the sick, and some women and children…” Mi Rong said to Zhu Minglang in a low voice.

Seeing this, Mi Rong felt even more heartbroken.

She regretted not stopping her brother Mi Zhongyun’s actions, which led these already struggling Sacred Que Disaster Victims to have no chance of survival.

They were not terribly wicked people, nor a herd of exotic animals.

Similarly, Zhu Minglang couldn’t bear to kill these people either.

But Zhu Minglang now faced a complex choice.

The people from the Holy Quel Continent wanted to escape to the Supreme Court. Although those in the underground river were old, weak, and sickly, those outside were extremely powerful, each at least at the King Level Realm, having survived the calamitous shattering of the continent. Had there been no incursions by nocturnal creatures, Zhu Minglang doubted that even the Xuange Divine Country and Hongtian Peak’s people could oppose these Sacred Que survivors.

So many King Level Realm experts from the Holy Quel Continent, all so abhorrent to evil, would bring a huge shock to the Supreme Court once they entered. If he did not stop them, a bloody storm would be inevitable.

Yet if he did not clear this path of life for them, the real terrifying butcher outside was the Yama Dragon.

If the Yama Dragon came to kill, no one would survive.

…

“Little Rong, is the Huachou God an all-knowing God? For example, if he wants to exterminate all of Sacred Que and someone secretly saves these people, would Huachou know?” Zhu Minglang asked Mi Rong earnestly.

Zhu Minglang had to make a choice quickly, and he thought of a relatively feasible plan.

“Of course, he’s not an all-knowing God. He’s a deity known for strength, even advocating the rule of the survival of the fittest… Brother Zhu, do you want to help these people? You’re truly kind-hearted, Brother Zhu. If you want to help them, just go ahead. Huachou would never know about it. His insight and foresight into things may not even be as good as I am, a Star Observing Master,” Mi Rong said.

She wasn’t very fond of the Huachou God.

In her heart, it was the God Xuan Ge who was most worthy of respect.

Moreover, in the past, God Xuan Ge’s status was not inferior to Huachou’s.

Huachou was indeed the supreme deity of this God Territory, but as long as it wasn’t a direct affront or blasphemous slander in front of Huachou’s believers, one could normally criticize Huachou however they wished.

Besides, in the Tianshu God Domain, there were many forces resisting Huachou’s faith, and they were still surviving, despite being constantly hunted by people from the Divine Temple, and they were spread throughout the domains.

“With that said, I feel relieved,” Zhu Minglang nodded.

It wasn’t just his compassion overspilling—Zhu Minglang was simply seeking a balance for the Black Wanderers and Sacred Que to coexist.

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