Looking at the heavy tribulation clouds that nearly blanketed the entire Golden-Eyed Demon Kingdom, Song Changsheng stood atop the raging tides of the Canglan River, his emotions stirring.
No matter what realm one cultivated to, one still seemed so insignificant before the Heavenly Dao.
The moment the Golden-Eyed Demon Lord unleashed his Divine Ability Dharma Form, Song Changsheng could only retreat three paces. Yet the Heavenly Dao had merely sent down a single lightning tribulation, and it had driven him into a frantic flight for his life. Even though he hated Song Changsheng to the bone, he did not dare continue attacking.
Was the Golden-Eyed Demon Lord's predicament today not the very predicament Song Changsheng would face in the future? Once he broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm, the Canglan River would become a thunder pool impossible for him to cross. If nothing unexpected happened, this might be the last time in his life that he set foot upon this vast land.
The Ancient Alliance was a shield for the Human Race, but it was also a shackle.
As he looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, his eyes became somewhat vacant, and Jinxuan's figure could not help surfacing in his mind.
Jinxuan was his only regret concerning this land.
That faint, blurry sense of connection remained, but he could not—and lacked the ability to—take him away from the flourishing [Golden Land Turtle] clan.
On a personal level, he hoped Jinxuan would return to his side. After all, Jinxuan had hatched from an egg nourished by his own blood essence and had been raised by his own hand. Their bond could not be summed up by the simple words "master and servant." Jinxuan had long become an irreplaceable member of his little family.
Yet rationally speaking, remaining in