"Why did you suddenly run here?" Aya sat cross-legged on the grass, grimacing as she rubbed the wounds that had been scratched and bitten earlier. In front of her were Tiran in casual attire and little Angel armed to the teeth.

On the way here, Tiran had already heard almost everything about the legend of the Dragon from little Angel. There were no unclear points in their conversation with Aya. But when it came to why they came here...

"I said it was the will of the Goddess, do you believe me?" Tiran's expression became uneasy again when he mentioned this, as if he had spilled coffee all over himself... Is everything really okay?

Aya looked at little Angel, who was sitting next to her, fully restored but looking frustrated, and silently nodded.

"But it's quite miraculous. The Goddess not only spared you but also gave you an Angel. What's her mindset? Are you her illegitimate daughter or something?"

"What?! Impossible! How could Lady sister...!" Little Angel was about to jump up and bite someone with her eyes wide open, but Tiran issued a forced command, forcing her to be silent and restrained. She looked quite frustrated.

"Hehe, Aya, you've become quite mischievous lately..."

Tiran pulled at the corner of his mouth, feeling doubtful himself. Yeah, why would the Goddess be so kind to him? And when he recalled the voice he heard when he arrived in this world, claiming to be the Divine Lord... Wow, maybe there was really an affair between that god and the Goddess of the Light.

"Excuse me, isn't it too late to discuss this now?"

Etras, who had been made anxious by the increasing sense of vibration under his feet, couldn't help but interject, "If there's nothing urgent, I'll take my leave, Your Highness Tiran."

Etras heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Tiran arrive. With Tiran here, things would be much easier. The Dragon Slayer and Saint Slayer, and there was another girl who seemed strong by his side.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Anjelica recovered from the backlash and became a little anxious when she saw Etras and Ino leaving. She struggled to stop them.

"Who is this?" Tiran nudged Aya with his elbow, staring at this sudden newcomer in confusion.

"Explaining it would be a bit complicated... she can be considered the one in charge of the seal here. She's been looking for help everywhere since the Dragon is about to break through the restriction," Aya said with a complicated expression. Yeah, looking for help, and if she can't help, she'll just kill them. There must be something dark inside this child!

"Understood. Are you in charge here? Don't worry, leave the rest to us," Tiran patted Anjelica's shoulder, acting like a reliable older sister—despite the fact that she was only two or three years older than her.

"Are you... recovered?" Aya looked at her confident appearance with a semi-doubtful expression.

"No, but this time it has nothing to do with us, right? Little Fei came specifically to suppress the situation under the orders of Her Majesty the Goddess. We just need to cheer from behind," Tiran gave Aya a thumbs-up with a "it's none of my business" expression.

Little Fei squatted silently in the corner, drawing circles.

Anjelica blinked and looked at Tiran, who was dressed in casual clothes as if he had just woken up, clearly not believing him.

...

Click.

Through the thick milky fog, Aya finally felt a sense of relief under her feet, as if she was standing on solid ground.

In the end, Angelica had no choice. The success rate of her plan was already low, and now that the final defensive formation had been broken, she could only take desperate measures.

However, the way to enter the sealed place was not as simple as opening a portal. The seal formation had started to crumble, and cracks in space kept appearing around them, leading to the so-called sealed place.

"Just find a larger one and pass through," Angelica instructed. But Aya was a little anxious about this method of transportation. What if something unexpected happened when they passed through, like the crack suddenly disappearing halfway and she was cut in half? Although Dragon had a strong vitality, Aya didn't plan on testing it firsthand.

In the end, Tiran kicked her down, and she fell into this vast expanse of dense fog. The weirdest thing was that there was clearly nothing below her feet, but the air was tangible enough to step on, like stepping on a soft and fluffy marshmallow.

Tiran tried to jump on it a few times. Hmm, this feeling is like trampolining, eh?

Originally, Aya intended for Tiran to stay outside, but she was concerned that Angelica, being a mischievous child, might do something reckless. Moreover, Tiran insisted on following Aya in, so it was better to stick together.

"This is the edge of the sealed place, where the overlap of space between the real world and this place has caused a disturbance in the laws," said the only true Holy Rank, Little Angel, finally showing some usefulness.

"Aya, and that over there, please follow me closely. The Dragon Soul should be nearby," Little Angel said, her armor shimmering with a golden glow, sword in hand, fully prepared for battle.

"What do you mean 'that over there'?" Tiran was a little annoyed, but considering their situation, she didn't pay much attention.

"It's all fog here. How about we walk forward and see?" Aya suggested, trying to lift her spirits.

As a result, they walked for what felt like a year.

Oh, sorry, a year is Aya's subjective feeling. Objective speaking... about half an hour?

"What the heck! Is this place never going to end? Is that stupid Dragon Soul intentionally playing games with us?!"

No matter how long they walked, it was always just white fog, unable to see anything else. This feeling was simply torture.

Fiona couldn't help but frown. This situation was really unexpected. They thought they would be attacked as soon as they entered, but they didn't expect to be in such a predicament. If this was the work of the Dragon, it was quite cunning.

But in a way, it might also be good news. If the Dragon had the ability to directly attack them, there would be no need for these obstacles. In other words, as long as they could overcome the current predicament, they would still have the ability to fight.

As for the method...

"Aya, can you use that @#￥%@# once?" Fiona asked.

"What?" Aya was confused.

"@#￥%@#," Fiona repeated and explained, "It's ancient Dragon language, the move you used to defeat me last time."

"Oh, that one!" Aya suddenly understood. Right, back then, it seemed like even the space in the World Tree was sliced open. It shouldn't be a problem to use it here to clear a path.

As Aya swung her sword, the torn space swallowed a large amount of white fog like a whirlpool in the sea, and a clear view suddenly appeared in front of them.

"What the heck?!" Tiran couldn't help sticking out his tongue when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Have we crossed over again?

Isolated mountain peaks, steep cliffs, some ancient pine trees dotted in the crevices of the rocks. The sea of clouds in the mountains surges like a real tidal wave. In the east, a fiery red sun slowly rises, supported by the sea of clouds.

If it weren't for Aya and little Angel standing beside him, Tiran would almost think he had been thrown back to places like Huangshan or Huashan on Earth.

After all, Tiran had never heard of such a scene in the Western Continent.

And this sealed place is quite powerful. This scene even surpasses the miniature world inside the World Tree. But that's a genuine miniature world created by gods, while here... it's just the effect of a sealing array?

Who are you kidding! Aya shook her head, unable to believe it. If that's the case, the Elf God would probably be so angry that he would spurt blood.

"The rules here are not right." Little Angel's expression became serious. "I... can't control the rules here."

"What?!" Aya was stunned for a moment. Does this mean...

"Your Holy Rank is useless again?!"

Damn it! How can rules suppression exist even in this place! What use are you in such a crippled state!

No, no, no. What's even more troublesome is what comes next, right?

Even with your butt, you can tell that the effect of rules suppression cannot be achieved by the urgent sealing technique used by the church in the beginning. And the source of this suppression is undoubtedly the soul of the Devil Dragon that hasn't disappeared.

Originally, Aya's greatest confidence in dealing with the Devil Dragon came from the Holy Rank little Angel. But if little Angel is useless...

"Can we still run away now?"

While the three of them were struggling over how to deal with the Devil Dragon next, a very faint voice mixed with the wind and entered Aya's ears.

The voice was weak but unusually clear, with a melodious tone, like the sound of flowing water in the mountains, as if someone was playing a musical instrument.

The three of them almost simultaneously raised their heads and looked in the direction where the music was coming from.

It was the highest peak among the nearby mountains, with a sharp and protruding summit, like a sword piercing straight into the sky. Perhaps using the phrase "to view all other mountains as insignificant" is the most appropriate description.

A figure sat silently on the top of the peak, dressed in white robes fluttering in the wind. Their long black hair was flowing, and on their crossed knees rested an ancient and elegant wooden qin. Their ten fingers lightly plucked the strings, producing a beautiful melody that flowed out.

The sounds of the qin gradually intensified with the music and finally ended with a clang of a sword crossing, as the lingering sound gradually merged with the wind, dispersing and disappearing.

The three people, who were secretly observing behind a rock, looked at each other, all puzzled. Where did this person come from? And this appearance... Did he go to the wrong set?! The style is wrong!

Unable to distinguish whether he was a friend or a foe, they originally planned to continue watching for a while. However, the man playing the qin gently put the instrument aside and smiled faintly, "Guests, since you have come, why hide? How about coming out after listening to this piece?"

Oh, oh, we've been discovered. He seems to be quite powerful.

Aya glanced at Tiran with a questioning look, but Tiran completely failed to grasp her meaning. Just as he was about to speak, Tiran had already stepped out from behind the rock, taking a step forward to gaze solemnly at the man on the mountain peak and asked:

"Are you Zhuge Kongming?"