[Forgotten Domain, Northern Region, The God-Slaying Battlefield]
"How did we end up here?" Xiao Qiu exclaimed, his turquoise eyes widening as he hovered beside Jun Mu Yang. The little white dragon's scales shimmered under the eerie glow of the battlefield, his tail flicking nervously.
Beside him stood Jun Mu Yang, a striking figure draped in exquisite black hanfu embroidered with intricate silver patterns resembling coiling serpents. His beauty was otherworldly, his vertical snake-like pupils sharp with vigilance as he scanned their surroundings. The air was thick with ancient energy, the remnants of long-dead gods and beasts whispering through the desolate expanse.
"Just now, we crossed paths with those immortal disciples from Cold Maple Palace, and they provoked the Sand Golems. We used advanced-tier teleportation scroll, and ended up enter this place." Jun Mu Yang's voice was laced with irritation, his fingers twitching as if ready to summon his power at any moment.
