In the Black Dragon's residence, a powerful golden protective barrier had been set all around the house, and from within the golden barrier, a faint dark smoke could be seen coming out of the kitchen window.
The creator of the immortal realm rushed out, bending over the wooden railings while coughing his lungs out at the burning smoke that overwhelmed him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
And he was this close to meeting with death again.
His beautiful gaze was now teary and red as he tried to wave off the thick dark smoke coming towards him.
He coughed not once or twice as he rolled his eyes again and thought this was utterly ridiculous.
What evil spell was actually making him do this for an insignificant immortal?
The reason he was no longer chained and bound under the undying mountains and sleeping while he cared more or less if the world he made lived enough to survive another day.
