Chapter 61 The Great Battle

On the banks of the Wei River, Fuxi played the guqin as usual, the sounds mellifluous, drawing nearby birds to flutter around him and chirp crisply in harmony with the music.

A small white turtle was earnestly listening to the music under the water, ceaselessly blowing bubbles from its mouth.

Suddenly, the music paused, and a smile appeared on Fuxi's face as he said, "Whichever friend is spying, you might as well come out."

Above the water, a column of water shot up into the sky and transformed into a ferocious giant dragon in midair. Its blue scales shimmered under the sunlight, and the ghastly dragon horns flashed with a ghostly light, with faint traces of blood visible—marks left from its recent pursuits of formidable races within Primordial Chaos.