Lu Qing's expression turned solemn. He stood up and deeply bowed to the Dao Ancestor once more. He did not make any promises, but the meaning he conveyed was clear enough.
"Oh, right."
"There is also a child named Mao Yong'an. His nature is very good, but unfortunately, he has been tainted by corruption."
"If you can help him, then help him."
"I spent my entire life devoted to cultivating the Dao—without desire or pursuit, without contention, grabbing, or seizing—and forged a clear Dao heart."
"Yet when I look back over my life, I accomplished nothing."
"Heh."
"Perhaps I simply found contentment in it."
"Fortunately, it still has some value. Today, I give it to you."
"Boundless Heavenly Worthy!"
The Dao Ancestor's expression instantly became solemn and dignified. As he uttered that Daoist title, his lips gradually turned pale.
Mental power had originally been something invisible. One could only vaguely sense it, never see it.
Yet at that moment, an azure dragon clearly emerged above the Dao Ancestor's head. Every scale and every whisker on the dragon could be seen distinctly, as though it were a real dragon.
And this dragon was entirely condensed from mental power, coiling above the Dao Ancestor.
For a time, even heaven and earth seemed to change color as a fierce wind rose.
The entire Wasteland was inexplicably filled with a terrifying sense of oppression, as though someone were watching from the shadows.
Then, the azure dragon soared into the sky and expanded against the wind. By the end, it was even more dazzling than the Heavenly Court and Lingshan. At that moment, everyone in the Wasteland could see the enormous azure dragon swimming through the air, magnificent beyond description.
"Descend!"
"A lifetime cultivating the Dao, a lifetime of cold."
"A lifetime tempering the heart,