Under the filthy swamp waters, with their nine twists and eighteen turns, the general outline of the entire Cold Pond Swamp quickly settled into Qi Xiu's mind thanks to his immense and keen divine sense.
The transformed blue smoke followed the twisted, hidden water streams and reached an underground palace beneath a swamp.
The vast underground palace was filled with boiling murk and pervasive demon fog.
A massive Pig Dragon, over a thousand feet in length, lay sprawled upon a piece of Red Sun Jade, its cold and violent Demon King aura wafting through the void.
On the cave wall beside it, several smaller Pig Dragons lay curled up in sleep.
The entire underground palace was resonating with deafening snoring.
Hidden within the void, Qi Xiu stood with hands behind his back, his gaze slowly resting on the largest Pig Dragon demon.
