Underground, a slowly emerging Eight Trigrams became visible. Each line was drawn with cinnabar mixed with Dao blood. In the center of the Eight Trigrams was Yin and Yang, and Teng Yi was standing in the circle of Yin.

"When the yin-yang symbol on the ground rotated suddenly, it emitted a beam of light that shot straight up to the heavens."

"Teng Yi and Mu Yu were in the midst of a bright light, as if they had been frozen and could not move."

A laughter came from outside the formation, "Jiao Soul? Even if you are a powerful Taoist Immortal, you will need to wait for your cultivation to dissipate before you can come out after being hit by this Heavenly Light."

As Teng Yimei listened to the words, his eyebrows furrowed. He immediately felt his spiritual power slipping away from his soul at an alarming rate. He tried to break free from this restraint, but found himself unable to move. Meanwhile, Mu Yu's complexion turned paler and paler, as her life essence too was rapidly seeping away.

Teng Yi didn't have time to consider much. He immediately transformed into his dragon form and broke through the beam of light. With a sweep of his dragon tail, he destroyed the formation and escaped. He had wrapped a person around his tail and now galloped through the sky, letting out a roar.

The Qingfeng Daoist looked at the dragon soul and his face turned slightly pale. He didn't expect the dragon soul to emerge so quickly, and he hadn't even finished casting his next spell. Now he had to change his tactics and take a risk by summoning a real dragon to see if he could control it.

With a flick of his dusting brush, the Qingfeng Daoist stepped forward in the Northern Dipper Seven Star Gang steps. As he lifted his foot to tread on one of the stars, his mind suddenly shook and a star in the sky also lit up.

Qingfeng Daochang stepped heavily on the second star, shouting "Tian Xuan!". A drop of blood leaked from his nose, as if he was being suppressed by the stars and could not move.

The Taoist looked at the Yalong in the sky and then glanced at the dragon seal on the Taoist table. For this heaven-defying magical treasure, what he was doing today was worth it! With that in mind, he exhausted all his strength and shouted loudly, "Tian Ji! Shine!"

The third star lit up.

The blood in the Daoist's nose keeps flowing as he exhausts all his skills to lift his foot and step forward, but he just can't seem to move forward no matter how hard he tries. A trace of blood spills out of his ear, but with determination, he forces himself to step down.

"天权星！" can be translated to "Tian Quan Star!" in English.

The Taoist priest's body swayed for a moment, those four stars were about to crush his old bones.

"Yuheng Star! Shine!"

"He forcefully stomped his foot down again, spitting out a mouthful of blood."

His gaze was slightly hazy, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Open Yang Star!"

He bit his teeth, blood bursting out of his eyes, and shouted, "Light up!"

"Yao Guang Star!"

He lifted his foot and blood burst out from his aging skin. This kind of magic skill relies on the practitioner's expertise, lifespan, and physical health. Being already over eighty-eight years old, he was no longer the young and vigorous lad of his youth.

The Taoist cleared his mind of distractions and with each step he took, a new inch of blood trickled from the ground beneath his feet.

"After a long time, he forcibly completed these seven steps and became a blood man."

Teng Yi noticed him as soon as he took the first step. It wasn't until the seventh step that Teng Yi suddenly realized what the Taoist was practicing - it was the Seven Gang Steps! This old man was looking for death! He was calling the Thunder of Heaven!

Who knew that Master Qingfeng suddenly changed his technique with a forceful step. He recited an incantation entirely different from the one to call forth Heavenly Thunder and took another step.

"Kang Jinlong!"

"The Daoist relinquished ten years of his life and stepped down forcefully, executing the reversal of the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Gang Step technique."

The moment the sky suddenly became stormy with wind and rain, lightning intertwined with thunder, Teng Yi traversed through the heavy rain, using his dragon body to shield Mu Yu who was on the verge of passing out.

The rain washed away the bloodstains on Daochang's body in an instant. After he finished casting the spell, he staggered and seemed to have aged ten years in a moment. He had become a withered old man and could only barely support himself from falling by holding onto the altar. He chuckled wildly twice.

"Jiao? I wonder if you have ever seen a real dragon? This is also the first time I have performed this spell," the daoist said.

Zhang Erniang was already terrified when Jiao broke through the formation earlier, and when she saw Daoist Chang covered in blood later on, she was even more frightened. Now, with the sudden heavy rain, she quickly grabbed a cloth to cover Daoist Chang's head, shielding him from the rain.

The rain was too heavy, forcing Teng Yi to land on the ground. He used his dragon body to shield Mu Yu from the rain. He didn't know what kind of magic the Taoist had used to cause such a phenomenon.

After being soaked by the rain, Mu Yu became much more clear-headed. He wiped off the rainwater from his face and found himself under the belly of a dragon, which had shielded him from most of the rain.

"Crackle!" The thunder kept flashing, illuminating the black night like daylight, and eerily, at that moment, the weather changed even though the moon had not yet disappeared beneath the clouds.

"Crack!"

Another lightning bolt struck. Mu Yu looked up at the sky and with her sharp eyes, she saw something flying in the distance, rapidly approaching towards them.

Teng Yi shook the water off his head, and the red eyes of the dragon glimmered as he stared at the sky. He knew that something was approaching them, summoned by a Taoist priest, but why did its aura feel so familiar?

In the sky, the black dragon flew through thunder and lightning, and in just a few flashes, it arrived right above the platform. It swayed its tail and stared at the person who summoned it from below.

"What do you want from me?"

In an instant, the domineering dragon qi filled the valley, bending the Jiao body of Teng Yi. He had no choice but to kneel down on all fours, while the Daoist Qingfeng also knelt down and knocked his head several times.

"There's an evil dragon in this village! Please, Dragon God, subdue it!"

At this point, Heilong finally noticed the black dragon that was crouching not far away. She watched carefully for a while and suddenly spoke softly, "Why aren't you staying in the sea?"

Teng Yi recognized her and obediently lowered his head, saying, "Mother, your child has lived for over a thousand years and has now become capable of crossing the dragon's tribulation."

The address caught the Taoist's attention, causing him to look up in surprise. "Dragon God! You must not be deceived by him!" he exclaimed.

"Black Dragon turned its dragon eyes to look at the Taoist, then glanced at the person below the body of the Jiao."

She left with only one sentence, ignoring everything else: "Two hundred years, I'll give you two hundred years to bring him to me."

As the last note fell, the enormous black dragon disappeared into the sky and flew back to Penglai.

At this moment, Teng Yi finally raised his head and emitted a roar like a dragon, which seemed to be filled with nostalgia and joy.

The deafening roar of the dragon still echoed in his ears, and the Taoist suddenly fell to the ground. The sky stopped raining instantly. He gave a bitter smile as he looked at the dragon imprint soaked by the rain. Yes, why didn't he think of it? Dragons gave rise to evil flood dragons, and after a thousand years, flood dragons became dragons. The dragon and flood dragon were originally of the same lineage. He couldn't believe that he had spent so much effort to please the Dragon God, only to end up supporting the flood dragon.

Teng Yichi lowered his head and looked at Mu Yu. He had heard from his mother that she wanted him to take Mu Yu to Penglai within two hundred years. Does that mean he can't choose his own spouse?

"Two hundred years."

"Within two hundred years, he will definitely bring Mu Yu to meet her."

He rubbed the dragon's head lightly against Mu Yu's embrace, but he ended up wetting himself.

After Mu Yu lost all strength, and Dao Chang fainted, she glanced deeply at the Jiao Tou. Dragging her muddy and rain-soaked body, she took slow steps and made her way back to the Taoist temple.

This creature is a spirit dragon, and its mother is a true dragon. Priest Qingfeng just used a powerful spell to call upon the Dragon God... Suddenly, he understood why the priest had fainted earlier. Apart from physical reasons, his spiritual will had been severely impacted.

"I'm afraid that after knowing the truth, the Taoist priest will lose his fearless attitude and never be able to pick himself up again. He won't be willing to pay attention to any ghosts or monsters in the future."

Due to the greed that arose in him in that moment, it is likely that this generation of immortal masters will be hidden in the mountains and forests, unable to come out and subdue evil.

Mu Yu turned his head and took a glance at the Black Jiao. He felt that ever since he met this Jiao that day, his life had undergone earth-shattering changes and he didn't know what would happen in the future.

When Teng Yi saw Mu Yu turn around, he immediately jumped towards the Taoist temple, but the temple was too small and he could only stick his dragon tail inside and wrap it around Mu Yu.