As they walked, Vishdair slightly raised his head. In the dim light, his cross-shaped pupils slightly expanded, looking towards the top: "What do you think is up there?"

Lin Guang thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know."

The silver-haired girl suddenly turned to look into Lin Guang's eyes, flashing that trademark, crazy smile on her face.

"No, you do know."

Lin Guang was stunned.

The boy and the girl stared at each other for a few seconds, then lowered their heads, looking into the girl's large golden-green eyes.

Lisa seemed not to understand, twitching her ears, her delicate face showing a slightly puzzled but cute expression: "What will it be... A terrifying big monster?"

Lin Guang seemed to grasp something, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting as he looked at them, speaking softly but earnestly:

"Thank you for accompanying me all the way here."

"Truly, thank you."

Vishdair shuddered, his smile turning a bit disdainful, lightly slapping him with his slender tail: "What's with this sudden cheesy line."

Although Lisa didn't know why Lin Guang suddenly said this, she was clearly happy, her furry big tail wagging back and forth, displaying a heartwarming smile: "For brother and sister, Lisa will work hard too!"

Lin Guang said nothing more, only infused his Spiritual Power into his Running Shoes, leading the way, quickly climbing towards the final peak.

He knew, Vishdair was right.

He had known from the start what would be at the mountain top.

That place would hold an undeniable, indisputable, entirely, only theirs...

Victory!

...

At the mountain's summit, there was still a platform.

This platform had no trees, and the ground beneath it was very smooth, as if some powerful entity had intentionally sliced off part of the mountain, leaving this platform.

At this moment, it was drizzling gently here, black mist pervading everywhere, and with extremely dim light, it was almost as if one couldn't see their own hand in front of them, only vaguely seeing a blurred, large bump at the center of the mountain top, unsure if it was stone or something else.

Boom——

At that moment, several bolts of lightning tore through the night sky, penetrating the black mist, barely illuminating that blurred bump, revealing the source of the rolling black clouds.

It was a giant western dragon, dozens of meters long.

Compared to eastern types of dragons, it clearly looked more like a reptilian species, but its dignity and beauty were unmatched by any ordinary reptile.

The enormous body spanned dozens of meters, lying on the summit, its body shimmering with a gemstone-like luster under the lightning. Its dragon teeth alone were as tall as a person, the blue dragon scales like steel and iron gleaming coldly, its dragon wings spread, casting a massive shadow over the ground before it.

An intangible but powerful aura constantly leaked from this body, as if it could rise at any moment and once again roar at the world.

But in fact, it could no longer do so.

...because the dragon was already dead.

Though its body bore no obvious external wounds, its life aura had already faded away, its eye sockets were hollow, eyeballs seemingly removed, leaving only this body, continuously emitting almost impossibly thick black mist.

And beneath this hollow-eyed dragon head laid a golden, extraordinarily luxurious large chest.

Two figures stood not far away, waiting in the rain.

A short-haired tall boy with a face full of impatience and a girl with her hands in her pockets and a cold expression.

Curiously, the raindrops seemed to bypass the two of them, so their bodies remained dry and tidy, not soaked through.

Their extraordinary appearances attested to their exceptional bloodlines.

The two were Wang Feng and Jiang Xinyue.

Perhaps tired of waiting, Wang Feng raised his head, using the lightning to glance at the majestic dragon corpse, suddenly exclaiming to Jiang Xinyue: "It's been dead for two and a half years, yet the Dragon Might still remains."

"At a family banquet a few years ago, I saw Grandfather Wang Qingzhu's partner, and the aura was about the same feeling."

"..."

Jiang Xinyue also looked up at the vast dragon corpse, her voice cold: "The two can't be compared."

"It has long been dead, its body here, its Dragon Might and resentment unmasked, released into the world."

"How could a True Man's partner casually release their true aura in public?"

Wang Feng was initially stunned, then realized the unspoken meaning in her words, and asked: "Have you witnessed the Beast King's move firsthand?"

On the internet, there's plenty of video footage showing the catastrophic destructive power of those True Men, nothing rare about it.

But simply watching a recording, the phenomenon caused by a True Man going all out isn't much different from the destruction caused by spirit rune technology constructs like the Ethereum Fusion Bomb, all devastations, with ordinary people unable to discern the nuances, just enjoying the spectacle.

But witnessing it firsthand was different.

Spirit Masters excel in Spiritual Power; such impressions would be directly etched into their hearts, allowing them to experience its subtlety, and even gain something from it.

"Yes." Jiang Xinyue nodded slightly, a trace of obvious discontent in her eyes, yet she said, "Once, during a family trip into the Wilderness, Uncle Jiang Wencha imparted some teachings to me on a whim."

In fact, it was more of a test rather than simple guidance, but unfortunately, neither she nor her Spirit Beast withstood the Beast King's pressure, though they gained valuable experience and some insights confronting the Beast King, this was clearly not what Jiang Xinyue desired.

"Guidance from True Man Jiang Wencha, huh..."

Wang Feng fell silent, clearly somewhat awestruck.

It's impossible not to envy.

The three major families, with their extensive legacies, were formidable forces in Fenghai Province, enduring through generations, but each family currently has at most two or three True Men.

Moreover, they rarely reside long at home, often traveling around, appearing as elusive as the Divine Dragon, leaving few opportunities to meet with the younger generation.

Receiving guidance from a True Man undoubtedly proved the Jiang Family's affection and expectations for Jiang Xinyue, likely only second to the one hailed as the next Patriarch, "Jiang Nalan."

Yet Wang Feng seemed rather ordinary.

On the positive side, in this generation of the Wang family, he was the only promising sprout.

On the negative side, all the elders' attention was focused on the previous generation, his father's generation, or in hopes that the next generation would produce a new prodigy.

Spirit Masters have a long lifespan, so waiting for a new generation isn't a problem.

This generation was clearly transitional, so naturally, there wasn't much expectation.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, Wang Feng raised an eyebrow, taking out a black metallic Hook Jade from his bosom.

At present, the Hook Jade was vibrating slightly, emanating heat.

"Finally here, had us waiting long enough." Wang Feng smirked.

"You picked the venue, so don't blame us."

Wang Feng sneered, looking out towards the three figures climbing up the peak.

In the sky, besides the two True Men, the faces of the Spirit Masters from the three major families all showed intrigued expressions.

Huai Richeng stroked his white beard, commenting: "This Cold Water Dragon King truly nearly ascended to the level of Beast King, its battle will transmuted into lingering unwillingness and anger, even after two years dead, still maintaining such formidable might."

"I want to see whether this kid can stay so calm."

Just then, Lin Guang and his group finally stepped upon the summit, voluntarily entering the densest area of the rolling black mist.

In an instant, as if they disturbed something.

The air suddenly started to move.

The wind swirled around in the encircling black clouds, instantly producing sharp and fierce noises beside the three, the black mist flowing like a torrent, giving off all kinds of sounds like resentful howls.

"Roar!"

However, people did not see the solemn expressions they expected on Lin Guang and his companions' faces.

Standing at the forefront, Vishdair twisted his neck, his amber eyes showing not a trace of fear but instead a satisfied look.

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