Both the Immortal Black Dragon and the Young Princess of the Third Heaven flew over a part of the road leading towards Soul Village. The impact and size of the crater were so massive that it could be viewed tens of thousands of feet from above, so the two immortals decided to take a look at what went wrong there.
Not that the Black Dragon cared, nor was he prioritizing his search for his tribulation guardian over this phenomenon that seemed to come out of nowhere.
But because—-
Zhimie hissed, bringing her hands to cover her ears at the offensive, pulsating sound vibrations that lingered around the massive crater. The sound made her entire body too sensitive and she watched as the back of her hands slowly began to peel off in horror.
The immortal black dragon inched closer to the mouth of the large pit, immune to the aftermath of whatever abomination was capable of freeing the beast he once sealed in here weeks ago.
How was this even possible?
