Ancient Divine Continent, North Sea.
Lu Yang, clad in a black robe, stood amid the clouds with his hands behind his back, looking up at Zhen Qulu, who had gradually floated to the vault of the heavens, a jade pearl in hand.
Beside him, a hazy figure strode over, then drew aside the veil and revealed his true form. It was [Sky Soaring]. However, after surrendering the Ancestral Dragon's Primordial Spirit, he had now reined in all his aura, barely sustaining the flame of his Primordial Spirit so that he would not be kicked out of Heaven Beyond Heaven for losing his qualification.
"Come to think of it, it's rather ironic."
At the sound of the voice, Lu Yang turned around and saw [Sky Soaring] speak with a wistful expression. "This Heaven Beyond Heaven probably isn't some land of opportunity at all."
"Oh?"
Lu Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. "What makes you say that?"
"They said all Dao Lords had a chance to compete for the opportunity of Spirit Transformation, but what was the reality? It seemed we were merely deliverymen."
At this point, [Sky Soaring]'s tone turned deeply mocking. "The Ancestral Dragon would rather split his Primordial Spirit apart to come here, thinking opportunity would fall from the heavens, only to become a plaything in someone else's palm. Sword Lord and the others likewise came here with their hearts set on the Great Dao, yet they could only become vassals of the Dao Ancestors of the Ancient Era."
"And the World Honored One."
"I exchanged a few words with him just now. He was actually the reincarnation of a Dao Ancestor from the Ancient Era? Chu Sheng seemed much the same. It was utterly absurd."
At first glance.
The so-called Light Sea seemed to be nothing more than embers