Myriad Manifestation Illusion

"Star Bloodline? A fitting name.

There were countless bloodlines in the world, yet throughout all of history, those who had successfully forged an inherited bloodline at the Golden Core Stage were few and far between. Once you ascend to the supreme seat in the future, your name will surely earn a line in the history books.

Perhaps even the Wangyue Song Clan will rise into the ranks of the world's first-rate aristocratic families because of you."

Yi Tianzheng had already regained his composure. With hands behind his back, he spoke calmly.

Hearing this, Song Changsheng could not help feeling his heart surge. Although everyone pursued immortality, the immortal realm was distant and elusive. Countless prodigies and monstrous geniuses had fallen upon this path.

Even the most arrogant person in the world did not dare to claim that they could find the gates of the Immortal Realm.

Thus, leaving one's name in the annals of history had become another way for the masses to pursue "immortality."

Even if your flesh had already decayed and your soul had returned to heaven and earth, so long as later generations opened the ancient tomes, they would still see the traces you had once left behind in the mortal world.

"May I ask, Palace Master, how long had this junior remained in the Dragon Transformation Pool?" Song Changsheng descended from the air and asked respectfully.

At first, he had still retained a sense of time. Later, however, he had become completely immersed in it, preserving only a faint awareness of the outside world. His sense of time had consequently grown much vaguer.

He estimated that it had certainly been thirty days or more. Otherwise, he would not have been the only one left in the Dragon Transformation Pool.

"You remained in the Dragon Transformation Pool