A lengthy dragon howl rang out through the world behind the Gates of the Abyss as a young dragon slowly crawled out of the netherwood coffin. It was slightly over three meters in length, and covered in crimson scales that twinkled like extravagant blood crystals.

Head, horns, whiskers, claws, body, tail...

It looked exactly like the dragons of Lu Yun’s memories. However, it wasn’t a living dragon, but an undead one. The bronze outer-coffin and netherwood coffin had turned the dragon princess of the North Sea into a strange zombie. It was neither bloodcorpse nor zombie king, but something so much worse.

Roar!

After the howl, the dragon elicited tall waves from the boundless...