Ancient Memories

In the high skies above the Magical Forest, a golden dragon majestically emerged, stunning the entire forest. Its overwhelming presence caused countless demonic creatures to cower in fear, trembling and shivering.

At this moment, the entire Shenwu Continent was in turmoil, with countless powerful spiritual senses transmitting from the far distance.

"What is that??" "Heavens! A dragon!?" "Yes, a real dragon! How is this possible!?" … A series of shocked divine senses spread but quickly vanished in the skies as the forest's deepest parts emitted an even more terrifying aura, filled with endless destruction and death.

A massive black hand emerged from the center of the Magical Forest, reaching straight towards the dragon in the high skies.

"What is that??" "It seems to be devouring my divine sense!" "I feel a breath of destruction!" "Not good, retreat!" … Brief divine transmissions echoed and then disappeared above the sky. Faced with such a scene, Long Aotian's expression drastically changed, and even the old National Teacher sensed great danger, shielding everyone behind him, ready to act at any moment.

At this moment, Tian Fan felt more acutely than anyone. The moment the gigantic demonic hand appeared, he felt a strange power trembling inside him, despite never having cultivated. How could such a force exist within him?

This force seemed extremely wary of the demonic hand in the sky. As soon as the demonic fog appeared, it buried itself deep within Tian Fan's body, completely masking his aura, clearly wanting to avoid the deadly fog.

"Eh?" Long Aotian and others were shocked by the scene above and didn't notice the anomaly in Tian Fan. The old National Teacher, preparing to counter the demonic hand, suddenly lost sense of Tian Fan's presence and looked over in surprise. However, his attention was quickly drawn back to the roaring dragon above.

"Roar…" The golden dragon faced a huge crisis. Majestic dragon power surged, and with a powerful swipe of its claw, several dragon prints struck the demonic hand. But upon contact, these powerful dragon prints were absorbed like a drop in the ocean, utterly ineffective.

As the demonic hand passed, numerous trees withered instantly, indicating the corrosive nature of the demonic fog.

With a heaven-shaking dragon roar, white light burst around the dragon, concentrating a powerful dragon essence in its enormous mouth. Gradually condensing into a fist-sized white orb, it appeared small but contained immense power, far surpassing the old National Teacher's ultimate strike.

As the approaching demonic fog neared, the dragon finally hurled the essence orb, turning it into a dazzling beam that struck the demonic hand.

"Boom…" The powerful dragon essence shattered the hand into a cloud of black mist. However, before it could recover, the mist reformed and slapped down the unprepared dragon from the sky.

"Bang…" The enormous dragon body crashed to the ground, creating a giant pit. The golden dragon spat blood, its body cracked. Struggling to rise, it failed, staring helplessly at the descending demonic hand.

After enduring countless tribulations and painstaking cultivation, the dragon had finally broken through the cosmic flaws to activate its ancient dragon bloodline. It should have been revered by all, free to roam the world, but now, at its most glorious moment, it faced destruction by a mere demonic hand.

What was the origin of this demonic hand with such annihilative aura? As the hand descended again, the old National Teacher stepped forward and struck upwards with a cyan print.

"Clash…" The two massive forces collided, immediately causing the old man to stagger back, coughing up blood.

"So terrifying, what is this thing!" Even with his immense strength, one of the peak existences of Shenwu Continent, he was repelled by the mysterious demonic hand. More horrifyingly, it remained unscathed, continuing its descent towards the dragon on the ground.

"Hmph…" The old man snorted, surrounded by cyan light with mysterious runes floating around him. He began forming complex hand seals, conjuring a golden net in front of him. As it appeared, the cyan runes vibrated intensely, merging into the net, transforming it into a cyan-golden web with countless mystical incantations.

"Suppress the demon!" The old man whispered, pushing the net towards the descending hand. The golden net, representing a cosmic law, clashed with the demonic hand. For a moment, neither could overpower the other, but soon the demonic hand gained the upper hand.

"Clash…" Again, the old man was repelled and coughed up blood.

"What…?" Shocked, he realized that even his most potent technique couldn't subdue the demonic hand. Just the mere clash of their powers made him cough blood. What if he were to be struck directly? Undoubtedly, he would be obliterated, leaving nothing behind.

Realizing this, he turned to the weakened dragon on the ground. He had witnessed the dragon withstand a full blow from the demonic hand but miraculously survive. The legendary resilience and sacred value of every part of a dragon's body were indeed true.

Unhindered, the demonic hand reached down again for the dragon, completely ignoring the National Teacher and others, as if their existence was of no consequence, only drawn to the dragon's aura.

Long Aotian, surrounded by a golden aura, was about to step forward but was held back by the National Teacher.

"National Teacher, you...?"

The National Teacher shook his head at him and then apologetically said to the dragon on the ground, "Dragon brother, I'm sorry. We have done all we can."

Just two attempts were enough for him to know that the enigmatic demonic hand was not something they could contend with. It was too terrifying.

The dragon on the ground struggled to move its massive head towards them, nodding with a grateful expression, seemingly resigned to its fate. The despair and unwillingness in its enormous eyes were palpable. What could be more disheartening?

The black hand finally landed, grasping the dragon and dragging it towards the depths of the Magical Forest.

"Roar..." A heart-wrenching roar echoed, filled with immense despair. The dragon's large eyes, usually bright, dimmed, conveying an overwhelming sense of hopelessness.

Desperation of a Divine Dragon!

The National Teacher looked on helplessly, and Long Yueying couldn't bear to watch, turning her head away.

Tian Fan, witnessing this scene, felt an inexplicable sorrow. Something within him was stirred, and blood-soaked images flashed through his mind: a war demon with a severed head, a blind fairy, gods missing limbs, a dancing dragon with a mutilated body, countless dismembered corpses falling from the sky. These images rapidly passed through his mind, culminating in a vision of a stunningly beautiful woman in white, her dress stained with blood, as she disappeared before his eyes with a desolate smile.

"No!" Tian Fan's cry of agony rang out, tears streaming down his face. Filled with grief and anger, he stepped forward.