The Sword Saint in red stood at the very front, his expression dark to the point of being frightening. “I’ll give you one morning. If you still can’t find them…”

He looked toward Dongwu City and said lightly, “Then destroy this city. After all, they’re somewhere in this city.”

Dao Xuzi was shocked. “Grand-uncle ancestor, this—”

“Isn’t Dongwu City full of evil cultivators? Evil cultivators commit every atrocity; they deserve death. When the time comes, you may withdraw. I will leave an extra two hours.”

Even knowing that the upper realm had never regarded the lower realm’s people as human, his tone still made all the elders shudder violently.

But to refute the Sword Saint… no one had the courage.

For a moment, the entire city wall fell into deathly silence.

Were they really… really going to destroy an entire city?

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It was as if he had smelled something extremely familiar—and extremely repulsive.

In the cold pool, black hair spread loosely, the pale young man wreathed in ghostly aura slowly opened his red-gold eyes.

This time, his slumber was not due to weakness, but because that enormous wound on the sinful dragon’s body had suddenly been filled.

Originally, the Dragon God had long endured immense pain. This had made the already weak and heavy massive dragon body ever more lifeless, nearing decay. But this time, although only a layer of dragon skin had healed and flesh and bone were still slowly growing, it was as if the suffocating deathly aura had been swept away, allowing this dragon to feel a long-lost sense of ease for the first time.

And the Great Creation Pill had a powerful pain-relieving effect. As it slowly permeated, the pain lessened, vitality steadily filled him. This unprecedented ease finally gave the powerful body of the Dragon God a trace of breathing space, and he uncontrollably fell into a slumber of self-repair.

He had exerted tremendous self-control to leave behind a strand of divine sense constantly watching over the little medical cultivator. Originally, this slumber should have lasted longer—but he smelled a scent that made him deeply repulsed.

It was an “old acquaintance.”

He tilted his head and suddenly let out an extremely soft laugh.

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Dongwu City.

During the previous millennial calamity, he had nearly died; during the one before that, he had been pierced through. The little black dragon’s fate had been full of hardship—it really did make one want to wipe away a bitter tear.

The millennial calamities of the past had been too tragic. Thinking of those bloody and miserable memories, this time’s millennial calamity… Shu Tiantian took the little black dragon out shopping, and even had a super luxurious dragon nest custom-made.

Inside the luxurious dragon nest, she had a miniature little forest specially made for the little black dragon, so it could tie as many knots as it wanted. She even tied the little black dragon’s favorite bow on top of the nest (?).

Unfortunately, it would take two days. Shu Tiantian, full of regret, took the little black dragon toward a noodle stall.

This was the busiest and most chaotic market in Dongwu City. Shu Tiantian had chosen this place after careful consideration—there were many people and many distractions. As long as the Water Mirror could not detect the little black dragon, it was the best hiding place.

As everyone knows, many petty thieves are not caught because their techniques are not refined enough, but because their furtive and nervous attitude draws attention.

When it came to putting on a bold front, Shu Tiantian undoubtedly did very well. She changed her outfit, changed her face, and strolled naturally around the market several times. She had not been caught out even after an entire morning. This was also a helpless measure—at present, Shu Tiantian could only lie low here and wait to see how things changed.

Even the Dragon Bone Sword could not help but break into a cold sweat for her.

Shu Tiantian arrived at a noodle stall and ordered a bowl of noodles.

This stall owner originally sold Duanchang Noodles—just as the name implied, you would break your intestines after eating them—perfectly in line with Void Abyss’s characteristics. But ever since the righteous-path cultivators had arrived, the stall owner had no choice but to change from a bloody killer to honestly selling knife-cut noodles, flinging the noodles with fierce momentum while loudly cursing.

Along the way, Shu Tiantian had seen quite a few stall owners like this. She ordered a bowl of noodles, found a booth with partitions, lowered the curtain, and ate.

The little black dragon did not know when it had woken up. With its broken horn, it rubbed against Shu Tiantian.

Shu Tiantian touched the dragon horn and glanced outside. In the end, she still sighed, not daring to let the little pitiful one out. The little black dragon also quietly lay on her hand, staring unblinkingly as she ate the noodles mouthful by mouthful.

For some reason, Shu Tiantian imagined a pitiful little dragon lying outside watching someone eat, starving and constantly swallowing saliva yet only able to swallow it pitifully. Her eyes immediately reddened, and her heart shattered.

The Dragon Bone Sword, obediently acting as a decoration: The damn owner is hungry—didn’t you see this sinful dragon staring at the little medical cultivator’s lips the whole time?

Shu Tiantian ordered another bowl of noodles and placed it by her hand. But the little black dragon showed no intention of moving. Lazily, it circled her with its tail, rubbing against her again and again, seemingly lost in thought. Yes, he had suddenly remembered how last time he had shown her that big wound to act pitiful, thinking the little medical cultivator would kiss the dragon horn, but afterward she had forgotten about it.

The petty little black dragon narrowed its golden eyes, changed the positions of its tail circling her several times, not knowing what it was thinking.

Until a strand of noodles was held right under the sinful dragon’s eyes, the little medical cultivator said, “Ah—”

Sinful dragon: …..

The Dragon Bone Sword burst out laughing wildly.

Let the damn owner act pitiful—now she really treats you as a pitiful little thing!

The black dragon endured and endured again, flicked its tail, nearly unable to resist transforming into a huge form to encircle the little medical cultivator and let her see who the real pitiful one was.

But Shu Tiantian seemed to think of something and suddenly understood. She put down the noodles and ran off to buy a bundle of incense nearby.

She lit three sticks of incense and placed them before the bowl of noodles she had set out for the little black dragon.

Shu Tiantian’s sudden idea came from something she had seen in her memories. She thought about it—the Dragon God was, after all, a god. What he absorbed was naturally offerings. Later, when faith was severed and countless Dragon God temples collapsed, the little black dragon had grown weaker and weaker.

If put in human terms, he had probably been hungry for many years, never having eaten a full meal. It was beyond pitiful—simply tragic enough to bring tears to anyone who saw it.

The little black dragon, who had been sulking, turned his head and looked at the three sticks of incense slowly rising in the cold wind, and suddenly froze.

Collapsed temples. Smashed Dragon God statues. From god to ghost, and then gradually disappearing from the world—was that a pleasant feeling?

The last time he had eaten an offering had been many years ago—so long that even this dragon, whose memory was not particularly good, almost felt it had been an illusion.

He struggled to find it in some corner of his memory, but no matter how he searched, he could not recall it.

Forget incense and offerings—even the most ordinary single stick of incense had never burned before the dragon.

In three thousand years, this was the second stick of incense she had offered him, and the first meal.

The little black dragon truly went to “eat” the noodles, though from the outside, the “eating” only looked like wisps of smoke drifting toward him in the wind.

The little medical cultivator looked at the little black dragon eagerly and asked if it was tasty. The black dragon flicked his tail casually. After all, this bowl of noodles was the handiwork of the Duanchang Noodle stall owner—unsalted and rather tasteless. But as the first offering he had eaten in three thousand years, the little black dragon thought about it carefully and nodded.

Shu Tiantian immediately decided to set up an incense burner in the dragon nest! She would also stockpile lots and lots of incense and offerings in her storage pouch—no matter what, she could not let the little pitiful one go hungry.

She had just been thinking—

However, in the next instant—

The noodle stall was suddenly knocked over by a panicked crowd. Even the temporary partitioned booth was flipped away with a loud snap.

The noodle stall was suddenly knocked over by the panicked crowd. Even the makeshift partitioned booth was flipped away with a loud snap.

Along with it, the three sticks of incense and a bowl of noodles—were also sent flying.

The pitiful god who had just been eating offerings: …..

The cold wind swept past, bleak and desolate.

How should one put it—

Three thousand years. Not to mention a mouthful of noodles—even the cheapest stick of incense, this unlucky god had not so much as smelled.

Three thousand years. Watching other temples flourish with incense offerings, so jealous that he stared at their temples every day with a cold sneer—this unlucky god.

Three thousand years. Finally managing to eat something warm, a bowl of noodles personally offered by his favorite little medical cultivator.

But he had only taken two bites—then with a “smack,” it was knocked over.

Such a big bowl of fragrant, steaming hot noodles—gone.

The screaming crowd continued rushing forward in chaos and terror, as if something extremely dreadful was about to happen ahead.

But the Dragon Bone Sword, trembling slightly, suddenly had the illusion that this unlucky god might be trembling with anger.

So the question was… who exactly was the lucky one who had caused this chaos that knocked over the noodles?