The flying ship streaked like lightning through the vast void. Chu Fei gazed into the endless emptiness ahead, yet a sudden longing for home rose in his heart.
Although Ascending Dragon Hall was not truly his hometown, here in the Mystic Dragon Domain, it was Yanhuang Civilization's current—and only—main base.
After observing the void for a while, Chu Fei dragged out the Feathered Serpent, She Yu. Ignoring the creature's trembling, he hung it over Ye Lin's shoulder.
Tapping the Feathered Serpent on the head, Chu Fei said, "If you want to break through the shackles of life, you must bravely face everything!"
Ye Lin had initially frowned slightly, but upon hearing Chu Fei's words, he suddenly fell silent.
After quite a while, Ye Lin sighed softly. "Yes. We were able to rise from the Flood Dragon Race to the Sub-Dragon Race, and even produce a true god within our race, because we broke through the shackles of life. But that is still not enough. We must continue breaking through.
"For Flood Dragons, an entry-level true god is already formidable.
"But to this world, an entry-level true god seems to amount to nothing. If not for you this time, our race truly might have faced extinction."
Chu Fei gave a short laugh. "At least you have a true god. We do not even have one."
"I believe Ascending Dragon Hall will soon have its own experts."
"Thank you for the auspicious words. Oh, right. I previously encountered a Heavenly Dragon shaped like a lizard. It should have been at the realm of a Four-Clawed Golden Dragon, with a body length reaching a thousand meters. Far larger than yours."
Ye Lin snorted disdainfully. "That is just bloated. What you encountered was probably some kind of Sub-Dragon. A Dragon Race member's body length