Chapter 0121: Mountain Dwarves

After enclosing Blair within the Great Yan Divine Thunder Array of the Group of Immortals, Huang Long glanced at the five fallen angel corpses on the ground. After some thought, he summoned the Five Hells Divine Cauldron.
As soon as Huang Long’s fingers released it, the cauldron flew into the air, instantly expanding in size. It then emitted a beam of light toward the corpses of the five angels below. Encased in that light, the corpses were drawn into the cauldron.
When the Five Hells Divine Cauldron returned to Huang Long’s fingers, Gusta stood there, stunned. The fat lion beside him shook its head vigorously—was its mind still confused from the attack by the angel array? Everything it saw seemed like illusions.
Huang Long ignored them, mounted the Sky Blue Python Ox, and prepared to leave with Bog and Nat.
Gusta went to where Blair and the others had lain and touched the blood that had spilled on the ground. “It’s really blood!”
Bog and Nat were speechless. It wasn’t blood—what else could it be? Red water? What was wrong with this fat old man’s mind? But since the other party was stronger than them both, they could only whisper among themselves before following Huang Long out of the valley.
It took some time before Gusta regained his senses. Seeing Huang Long and the others about to enter the mist barrier, he called out, “Wait! Wait a moment!”
The Sky Blue Python Ox stopped, and Huang Long turned around. At that moment, Gusta rode over on the fat lion, looking embarrassed and stammering, “Um, um…”
He kept stammering, but Bog and Nat still couldn’t figure out what he wanted to say.
Having lived for so many years, it was the first time Gusta felt it was “difficult to speak” certain things. He couldn’t stay here any longer.
Although he had improved this place over the past twenty-odd years until it became his ideal retirement spot, since Blair had found it, he had no choice but to leave. For years, he had been fleeing from the pursuit of the Church of Light, and he was tired of it. Now, seeing Huang Long’s strength—and given that Huang Long also had a feud with the Church of Light, a rather serious one at that—he considered Huang Long a “allied force” and wanted to “join forces” with him.
But to put it bluntly, this “alliance” meant following him. It was hard for him, given his status, to say such things.
Suddenly, Huang Long spoke up, “Gusta?”
Gusta was startled, then nodded.

“Then let’s go together,” said Huang Long, then rode his Sky Blue Python Ox through the mist. Bog and Nat followed. Gusta was stunned. Go together? By the time he regained his senses and understood Huang Long’s meaning, Gusta heard the Fat Lion shout, “Fat Gusta, stop being stupid! Are we going or not?”
Gusta grew annoyed, leaped up, sat on the Fat Lion, and patted its fat flesh. “Let’s go, you fat pig!”
As the Fat Lion crossed the mist, it snapped, “I said, Fat Gusta, stop calling me a fat pig!”
Gusta laughed heartily. “Fat pig sounds better than Fat Lion.”
The Fat Lion snarled, its fat body trembling violently. “Call me that again, and I’ll throw you off!”
Gusta grinned and stopped.
Bog and Nat exchanged a look, shook their heads, and smiled bitterly. These battle pets and their masters were truly a unique pair.
Fat pig? Bog glanced at the Fat Lion’s trembling fat flesh and almost laughed.
It lived up to its name.
Before long, the group emerged from the Death Valley.
Along the way, there were few undead monsters, and no major obstacles.
After leaving the Death Valley, they headed north.
However, when Gusta learned that Huang Long and his group were going to the Gods’ Ruins, he jumped up in shock. “What?! You’re going to the Gods’ Ruins?!”
The Death Valley was considered a place of death to them, but that was relative. Ordinary holy realm experts could enter, but the Gods’ Ruins were a true graveyard of death.
Rumors on the Hengyuan Continent said that even powerful gods who entered there perished there.
Bog also looked at Huang Long helplessly. He didn’t agree that the young master should go to the Gods’ Ruins either, as it was extremely dangerous. But he didn’t dare to persuade him further.
After learning that Huang Long and his group were heading to the Gods’ Ruins, Gusta’s expression became hesitant as he considered whether to continue following Huang Long.
After all, going to the Gods’ Ruins meant facing death.
But in the end, Gusta resolved to follow Huang Long. After all, he had lived long enough—this dangerous place, the Gods’ Ruins, was something he wanted to see too. It was also one of his long-held wishes.
Three days later, the group reached the border of the Great Prairie Empire.
Over those three days, as he followed Huang Long and his group, Gusta’s gaze toward Huang Long changed every day. He gradually understood why Blair’s expression had changed so drastically after confirming Huang Long’s identity.
For three days, no matter where they went, Gusta heard people enthusiastically discussing one person—Huang Long!

Even when passing by ordinary people, even when encountering mercenaries in desolate lands and mountains, or even when stopping at small teahouses in remote forests, everyone was talking about the Yellow Dragon!
He led a group of sacred realm magical beasts to the imperial palace of the Dragon Speech Empire and, in front of all the saints of Moro, killed the crown prince and the crown princess!
At the auction, there was a magic sword that could be considered a divine weapon, a marrow-purifying pill that allowed anyone to learn magic or combat energy after taking it, and a magic space ring that could launch attacks with magic and defend against attacks from stronger opponents of the same level!
And that magic space ring was 10,000 cubic meters in size!
Finally, over a month ago, he single-handedly defeated the head of the Elan family of the Orc Empire, two legendary priests, and three Mimic giants—achieving a complete victory!
Along the way, Gusta only felt a buzzing noise in his mind. Amidst that buzzing, his mind was filled with the astonishing deeds of the Yellow Dragon.
Watching the Yellow Dragon riding the sky-blue python ox ahead, Gusta’s expression became complex; he suddenly felt old.
“Old Gu,” Bog called out.
Gusta then came back to his senses.
“We can’t compare ourselves to the young master,” Bog said, as if reading Gusta’s thoughts.
Indeed, if anyone compared him to the Yellow Dragon, it would only be embarrassing for them—even the most talented person on the Hengyuan Continent, the Great Emperor Youwu from over 6,000 years ago, couldn’t compare.
Gusta shook his head and finally sighed before nodding, “I know that.”
He now knew that the Yellow Dragon was only 15 years old.
A peerless powerhouse from the sacred realm at just 15!
Previously, he had heard that in some realms or dimensional spaces, there were astonishing geniuses who reached the sacred realm in their teens and broke through to the divine realm by age 100. He hadn’t believed it before, but now he did.
Because he had witnessed this fact with his own eyes.
However, what puzzled him was the rumor that the Yellow Dragon could transform into a dragon form. After all, the Yellow Dragon was just a member of a small royal family—how could a human transform into a dragon?
Amidst Gusta’s shock and wild thoughts, after more than ten days, the group crossed the border of the Great Grassland Empire, passed through the marshlands, and then arrived at the Dwarf Mountains.
The Dwarf Mountains were the homeland of the dwarf race on the Hengyuan Continent.
But as they passed through the Dwarf Mountains, the Yellow Dragon and his group encountered something interesting.
The dwarf kingdom’s capital was auctioning a magic sword—and it was a magic sword created by the Yellow Dragon!
Every dwarf was talking excitedly, saying it was the latest creation of the Yellow Dragon, the great master craftsman.
When the Yellow Dragon heard this, he secretly laughed. Had he made any magic swords recently? He didn’t think so. Where did this magic sword come from then?
Bog and Nat also found it amusing.

“Young master, look, shall we go take a look?” Bog said.
“Good idea. It’s on the way anyway. I also want to see how powerful the magic sword I forged recently is,” Huang Long said with a smile.
Bog, Nat, and even Gusta smiled as well.
So, Huang Long and the others entered the dwarves’ royal city.
There were mountain dwarves and highland dwarves among the dwarves, but whether they were mountain dwarves or highland dwarves, they all had a natural talent for crafting weapons from birth.
Many famous weapons in the Hengyuan Continent were created by the dwarves.
Back in the day, Huang Long was even mistaken to be one of the dwarves’ master craftsmen.
There were not many mountain dwarves—only a few hundred thousand.
Their royal city was roughly on par with an intermediate city in the Lutong Kingdom. After entering the royal city, one could occasionally see members of other races, such as humans, elves, or orcs.
Most of these people were from blacksmith guilds who came to do business in weapons.
The streets of the dwarves’ royal city were not wide—only about ten meters—enough to fit three or four vehicles side by side. It was a bit crowded with people moving about. The buildings on both sides of the streets were different from human ones; their residences were generally built by stacking stones.
Following the crowd, they quickly found the auction where Huang Long’s newly forged magic swords were to be auctioned.
When Huang Long and his companions arrived, it was clear they were of high status. Soon, the auction staff warmly welcomed them and even arranged a small VIP room for Huang Long.
After sitting down in the VIP room, Huang Long looked down and saw the auction site filled with noise and chaos. It seemed the auction’s promotion had piqued many people’s interest.
Before long, the auction began.
One item after another was auctioned, but after more than half a day and over a dozen items, the magic sword still hadn’t appeared.
The crowd at the auction site gradually grew impatient.
“Damn! What magic sword? I told you—how could Master Craftsman Huang Long have another magic sword to auction!”
“That’s right. Even if Master Craftsman Huang Long wanted to auction something, he wouldn’t do it here!”
Seeing the situation getting out of control, the auctioneer slammed his hammer and shouted, “Everyone, calm down! Now, we’ll start auctioning the magic sword!”
The magic sword was being auctioned!
At that shout, the crowd quieted down.
Bog and Nat exchanged glances. Could there really be a magic sword being auctioned?
Under the watchful eyes of Huang Long and his companions, a heavy sword with the same appearance as the magic swords Huang Long had forged before appeared on the auction stage.