Lou Huai had made his decision, from now on, whatever Uncle Yang said, he would listen.
Did he not trust him?
Not trusting him was still his honor, as other devils didn't even have the opportunity to be distrusted.
He had truly opened his eyes, and in the past, he had felt that Uncle Yang was a bit strange, as if he were not a Mountain Goat Demon, but he couldn't find any flaws.
Now he understood, the Mountain Goat Demon was merely what Uncle Yang wanted him to see.
Whatever Uncle Yang asked him to do, he would do it. Besides his elder brother, no one else could make him listen.
The old Yang roamed out, naturally able to soar, swimming like You Yu in the immense cave.
He kept adjusting the formation, allowing it to begin new transformations.
He reached the tail of the Evil Dragon, where he bit down, utilizing the power of the Big Array, he started to expel the Death Qi from the dragon's body bit by bit.
His power also seeped into the Evil Dragon's body as the Death Qi was expelled, gradually taking over the spaces it left vacant.
He aimed to use the Big Array as a foundation, borrowing strength to refine the entire carcass of the Evil Dragon.
Only with power of the same origin could he have the slightest chance, using merely Sixth Tier power to refine a Ninth Tier Evil Dragon's corpse.
Otherwise, even a Ninth Tier wouldn't be enough.
He took one step after another, starting from the initial transformation into Yang, and then passing through the Transformation Thunder Tribulation, omitting any step was not an option.
Now was no different, not a single step could be omitted, nor could anything go wrong.
The Evil Dragon was still asleep, its consciousness already blurry and insane, even a devil like Lou Huai could continue to maintain its slumber.
Yet with the power of old Yang being of the same origin, repelling the Death Qi allowed some vitality to emerge, even letting it feel comfortable for it wouldn't wake it up, at least not now.
Using the power of the Big Array, the old Yang refined bit by bit from the dragon's tail, and the speed of refining was fast and smooth.
Now it was just a matter of spending time slowly.
Over on Yu Ziqing's side, he had already mastered the Earth Fire Yang Escape with the gemstones obtained from hunting.
With his foundation, his cultivation progressed smoothly; although his Realm didn't improve, his physical body grew stronger, his explosive power increased, and his Qi-blood became more vigorous.
The old Yang said that in a month's time, he would need to leave here.
So Yu Ziqing translated it to himself as, in a month, the Evil Dragon would be completely dead.
"Ao Qing, barring any unexpected events, there's only one month left, General."
Yu Ziqing moved his cannon, landing in the center of the chessboard.
He had created this to teach Ao Qing to play during his breaks from cultivation, for relaxation.
When he was ten, whenever he saw the old folks gathering on street corners, he couldn't resist joining in to watch, and over time, aside from how skilled he was, at least he learned how to play.
"Lost again." Ao Qing grinned and didn't mind losing in chess at all.
In this game, he had quietly given up seven chances to checkmate Yu Ziqing, allowing him to win, showing progress from the previous game.
His goal was to have ten opportunities to checkmate Yu Ziqing without him noticing and still let Yu Ziqing win.
Playing chess was boring if only one side won.
Both sides needed to be happy.
Yu Ziqing subtly placed his piece, as he had noticed three chances Ao Qing had to checkmate him.
But he was well aware of his skills; being able to spot three chances was already quite impressive.
His goal was to spot four chances in the next game!
And he needed to do it without letting Ao Qing know he had noticed them.
Playing chess, simple winning and losing was dull.
At just ten years old, Ao Qing possessed such spirituality and talent that Yu Ziqing could already imagine that if Ao Qing hadn't been cursed, the Dragon Clan's expectations for him would likely have been met.
A Tenth Tier Dragon Clan member with True Dragon Blood, even within the territory of the Divine Dynasty, would likely surpass the three emperors.
Sadly, the Curse of the True Dragon Blood wouldn't allow it.
Those three in the Divine Dynasty probably wouldn't want such a fearsome figure to appear in the East Sea.
No matter how Ao Qing chose, from the moment he opened his eyes, his fate was sealed.
He buried his one-year-old self, buried his ten-year-old self, then buried his twenty-year-old self, at most securing a slender chance of survival, but this method couldn't save him.
Now was the moment Ao Qing's slim chance was to arrive.
Those monsters formed by curses were extremely bizarre; Yu Ziqing had already tested it, if not in a devilled state, it was very difficult to kill those creatures.
Difficult to kill didn't mean impossible.
But if he attacked in a completely devilled state, those monsters, as long as they were of the same level, were no match for him.
Yu Ziqing roughly understood why he had always failed before.
Now he increasingly believed in what the old Yang said, that they were the human metaphorical tribulation of the Evil Dragon.
They were the Evil Dragon's tribulation.
Meanwhile, Ao Qing had already severed ties with the Evil Dragon, and this slight chance of survival he fought for was playing its role at this moment.
"I probably can't save your twenty-year-old self, my power now isn't enough; by the time I have enough strength, you likely won't be able to wait."
Even if they hadn't come this time, that Evil Dragon probably wouldn't survive until another time.
Yu Ziqing could feel that the Evil Dragon was already on its last legs, with no way out, its consciousness would collapse, and the Evil Dragon was truly about to die.
Whether someone intervened or not, it would be the same result.
"Well if you can't save me, so be it. These days, forgetting the True Dragon Blood, forgetting all responsibilities, ignoring life and death, I've been very happy, without any regrets. Even if you can't take me out of here, I'm satisfied."