Draw Goddess from Douluo

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud and strange sound came from the sky, shaking the entire mountaintop as if it was shaking. Liu Yang and Qi Ling were both startled by this sudden change. Without asking any more questions, they followed Kakashi closely, turned into a flash of lightning, and shot towards the gradually closing passage.

The light in the passage flickered, as if foreshadowing the upcoming unknown and danger. Liu Yang's heart was beating violently. He didn't know what fate he would face, but at this moment, he could only pin his hopes on Kakashi. Qi Ling's thoughts seemed even more complicated, but at this critical moment, she also chose to remain silent.

Finally, after a long and tortuous journey, the three finally passed through the passage and returned to the familiar world. The wind on the top of the mountain was still howling, but at this moment they were no longer the same as before.

Liu Yang looked back at the mountaintop, which had returned to its dead silence, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He knew that he had gone through an unprecedented test, and this test not only made him see Qi Ling's true face, but also made him more determined in his beliefs and goals.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Kakashi and Qi Ling. No matter how many difficulties and challenges are waiting for them ahead, he is ready to face those unknown destinies. Although Qi Ling's words made him heartbroken, they also became one of his motivations to move forward. He wants to turn those pains into strength and make himself stronger and tougher. As for Qi Ling, maybe they will become strangers, or maybe, one day in the future, they will be able to meet again with a new mentality. But in any case, Liu Yang has let go of his obsession and fantasy about her and embarked on a new journey of his own.

A huge bird with black metallic wings suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, as if carrying a thunderous force. Its body was huge and majestic, and its wings seemed to be able to block out the sun when it spread out. With its arrival, the originally bright afternoon sun seemed to be obscured by an invisible force, and the entire mountaintop fell into a shadow.

This giant-winged strange bird exudes a strong smell of blood, but with every flap of its wings, the smell gradually dissipates in the air, as if swallowed by some mysterious power. Its neck is slender and elegant, with three eye-catching horizontal silver-gray diamond patterns inlaid on its neck. These patterns flash strangely in the sun, adding a bit of mystery and majesty.

The pair of wings of the giant-winged bird were as sharp as layers of blades, and every swing seemed to be able to cut the air. On its head, three silver-white feathers stood upright. These feathers were tall and straight, revealing an indescribable kingly aura. The eyes of the bird were sharp and deep, radiating a terrifying divine light, as if it could see through all appearances and look directly into people's hearts.

However, what was even more surprising was that on the back of this giant-winged strange bird, there was an old man in gray wearing a moon-white robe. Although the old man was not very tall, the temperament he exuded was something that people could not underestimate. His eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world. And the strong water-attributed aura emanating from him made people feel extremely cold, as if they were in a world of ice and snow.

The old man frowned, looked around with his long eyes, and his face was full of solemnity. He seemed to be looking for something, muttering to himself: "It was here just now, how could it disappear without a trace all of a sudden?" Although his voice was low, it revealed an unquestionable majesty and power.

The old man's eyes slowly swept across the top of the mountain, and suddenly, his sight was fixed on several tragic corpses not far away. These corpses were lying on the ground in different postures, but the common feature was that they were covered with various scars, and it was obvious that they had experienced a fierce battle before they died.

Seeing these corpses, the old man's eyes froze, and a complex expression of anger and compassion flashed across his face. He flashed to the corpses in an instant and reached out to feel their breath. However, the only response he got was dead silence.

"It's really a demon!" The old man gnashed his teeth and shouted, his voice filled with endless anger and hatred. He squatted down and carefully examined the wounds of the dead. He saw that the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and the edges were a strange black and red color, which was obviously eroded by some evil power.