The Little Golden Dragon might not be the one who understood Ling Xiao the best, but he was certainly the one who could hurt him the most!
It must be noted that Ling Xiao's defensive capabilities were extraordinarily high—so much so that even ordinary people, or even an immortal emperor like Wuji, couldn't fully penetrate them, making it nearly impossible to deal significant damage. The only option was to wear him down slowly!
But while the Little Golden Dragon might not be effective against others, against Ling Xiao, every strike he landed was true damage that ignored defense entirely!
No matter how thick Ling Xiao's health bar was, given enough time, the Little Golden Dragon could—if not outright kill him—at least erase the traces of Ling Xiao’s epochal Dao resonance left in this world, ensuring he could never return!
Being eternally lost in the annals of history would be no different from death!
"Brother Yi, to prevent Ling Xiao from counterattacking, I need that avatar of yours with the strength of a Dao Ancestor to protect me!"
The Little Golden Dragon made the request without hesitation.
Truth be told, ever since he had seen Brother Yi’s immensely powerful avatar outside the treasure dimension, he had felt like his neck was missing an accessory.
Now that the opportunity had presented itself, why not go all out for maximum security?
After all, he was about to go out and mess with Ling Xiao—without some trump cards, how could he stand against this former immortal emperor?
Of course, the bigger reason was that he needed to voluntarily submit to Brother Yi’s oversight!
Having spent over half a month in the Ziwei Immortal Court, he hadn’t been idle—he knew full well that power brought authority, and authority required supervision. Without it, things could easily spiral out of control!
After reforging his treasure body, the Little Golden Dragon was acutely aware that within the Ziwei Immortal Realm, he was invincible—second only to Brother Yi!
If he didn’t willingly accept Brother Yi’s supervision, he’d be downright foolish!
"Hmm, very sensible!" Chen Yi nodded in satisfaction and flicked his wrist, draping three chains of eighty-one colored pearls each around the Little Golden Dragon’s neck and claws.
Indeed, authority needed oversight. Even if the Little Golden Dragon hadn’t brought it up, Chen Yi would have taken the initiative to leash him—just to prevent the catastrophic consequences of a rampaging Chaos Treasure.
But who would’ve thought that the Little Golden Dragon, who had once prized freedom above all else, would voluntarily ask to be shackled? That was truly intriguing!
There was a world of difference between volunteering and being forced.
Volunteering meant the Little Golden Dragon was willing to smooth out his edges and integrate seamlessly into the Ziwei Immortal Realm’s community, becoming a true member of the group!
Being forced, on the other hand, would have meant he wasn’t truly willing to assimilate—merely bending under pressure, compromising for the moment, only for resentment to fester later.
From this, it was clear that the once-brash Little Golden Dragon—who had emerged with unyielding pride, daring to stand against the likes of Chen Yi and Ling Xiao—had finally been worn down, his edges smoothed into diplomacy.
"Heh, you flatter me, Brother Yi. After all, I am now the Ziwei Immortal Court’s Ascension Bureau Director and the Pavilion Master of the Nethergate Pavilion. If I hadn’t grown at all, wouldn’t that be a waste of your guidance?"
The Little Golden Dragon smiled humbly, his words dripping with practiced politeness.
Seeing this, Chen Yi paused for a moment before shaking his head with a soft sigh. "Ah, Dragon Brother… in the end, a tragic, insurmountable barrier has grown between us..."
"My lord, you jest." The Little Golden Dragon lowered his head slightly, his tone respectful as he deftly played along with the joke.
In a way, he wasn’t a transmigrator—but in another way, he was.
Playing along with Brother Yi’s jokes meant he was still himself—yet, by doing so, he was also no longer the same.
How to put it?
He was no longer the Little Golden Dragon who had once dared to point at Chen Yi and demand to be called "Dragon Brother."
Now, he was Zhao Huazhen—Director of the Ziwei Immortal Court’s Ascension Bureau, Pavilion Master of the Nethergate Pavilion, a celestial official of the highest rank, holding a position just below the first tier!
There was no going back. Those days were gone forever.
Before the supreme Transcendent Calamity Sovereign, he could address him as "Brother Yi" to show closeness—but he couldn’t overstep the bounds of propriety...
An awkward silence lingered for a moment.
Then—
A sudden ripple of intent emanated from the Celestial Robe Stele, which had been quietly resting within the Illusory Star Grotto.
It was a message from Elder Cui Changsheng.
"Brother Yi, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave to draft the 'Annihilate Ling, Slay Xiao' operation plan." The Little Golden Dragon glanced at the stele and tactfully prepared to excuse himself.
"No need. Some things are better known to you for smoother execution." Chen Yi waved a hand to stop him, then tapped a finger in the air, connecting to Elder Cui’s transmission.
"Elder, are you in danger?"
According to the will Elder Cui had left behind, he would only activate the Celestial Robe Stele if his life was at stake.
And if the stele was activated, it meant his true self had met with disaster!
As for what kind of danger could threaten a top-tier Half-Step Dao Ancestor—or even someone who might have already stepped into the Dao Ancestor realm—well, that was something Chen Yi could get excited about!
But alas, Elder Cui’s desperate activation of the stele wasn’t due to danger.
"My condition is stable—no need for concern!"
"The connection cannot last long, so I’ll be brief!"
"First: The Wuji Celestial Court has secretly dispatched a special team to the lower realms!"
"Second: The two leaders of this team, Chen Ye and Liu Xiaoyao, are descendants of the Divine Realm. They currently hold high positions in the Wuji Celestial Court and may be open to cooperation."
"Third: Chi Tian!!!"
With the message delivered, the stele fell silent once more.
Chen Yi frowned, turning to the Little Golden Dragon with a puzzled expression. "Huazhen, what do you make of this?"
The Little Golden Dragon understood immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke slowly, "First, I know Chen Ye and Liu Xiaoyao—they were once Wuji’s most loyal followers. But the fact that they’re descendants of the Divine Realm? That’s news to me."
"Second, regarding Chi Tian… I do recall an immortal emperor by that name from ancient history, but it’s so far back that records are scarce. Still, if the elder behind the stele specifically mentioned it, there must be some significance."
"Lastly, the Wuji Celestial Court sending operatives to the lower realms in secret? There’s definitely something sinister behind it!"
"I request the cooperation of the Myriad Phenomena Profound Mechanism Ring to surveil the myriad realms while executing the 'Annihilate Ling, Slay Xiao' plan, ensuring we’re prepared for any schemes from the Wuji Celestial Court!"
Chen Yi considered this before nodding. "Your reasoning is sound. Go draft a framework, outline the plan, and prepare a proposal. Once the Myriad Phenomena Profound Mechanism Ring wraps up its current task, I’ll have it assist you."
"Got it, Brother Yi! I’ll get started right away."
"Go ahead."
After seeing off the Little Golden Dragon, Chen Yi’s gaze pierced through endless space, locking onto the Infinite World within the Myriad Phenomena Profound Mechanism Ring.
At the moment, Hu Fangyuan was still in the midst of lecturing Fang Fan on the Dao. It didn’t seem like they’d be finishing anytime soon.
After all, when a Primal Sovereign expounded the Dao, the insights were profound—each session lasted at least a thousand years!
Though this was a one-on-one session, and Fang Fan already had a foundation—lacking only comprehension and experience—if Hu Fangyuan taught well, the time could be significantly shortened.
But Fang Fan was still too green. No matter what, he was only a True Immortal. He could grasp the principles of Great Luo techniques, but to truly absorb and apply them? That would take at least eight to ten years!
But Chen Yi couldn’t wait eight or ten years—there were more urgent tasks at hand for Fang Fan, so he had to hold back for now!
After all, Black Earth wasn’t going anywhere. If he wanted it later, he could just go find it when he had time!
Author's Note: Ugh, damn this ominous block... Tried my best but only squeezed out a tiny bit. And the daily updates are broken, broken, ah...
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