Suo Huan left somewhat absentmindedly.
Lu Yang did not mind. Knowing that this fellow Daoist from both past and present lives needed some time to settle himself, he simply continued his secluded cultivation and took out a glazed bottle.
White Chi Gold Nature!
This journey to the Dragon Palace had truly left Lu Yang with his mouth dripping with grease. The Mystic Capital Blessed Land alone had raised his combat strength by an entire tier.
With a thought, the Hundred Lives Book appeared.
He swallowed it in one gulp!
Settling White Chi's experiences.
You were the Dragon Lord's eldest son, the Dragon Lord's painstaking creation. You were not born from the union of Yin-Yang, but came into being only after the Dragon Lord enlightened a drop of his heart's blood.
Dense lines of writing emerged.
There was no denying it: as fellow offspring of the Dragon Lord, White Chi was far stronger than Tian Qiu. Perhaps it was also because White Chi's foundation was deeper than Tian Qiu's.
Strictly speaking, White Chi was not truly the Dragon Lord's offspring, but an existence akin to the Dragon Lord's avatar. He had merely developed self-awareness, and his soul was relatively independent. Thus, his bloodline was infinitely close to the Dragon Lord's, far surpassing Tian Qiu's. Even among Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivators, his strength was among the very best!
Yet Heaven envied the gifted.
The Four Major Powers cast their fishing lines Overseas. White Chi had nowhere to flee and could only obediently step onto the dining table, making a defiant struggle against Heaven. Alas, he still failed to break free from fate.
The Dragon Lord's eldest son was cruelly carved up and devoured.
. . .Hm?
Lu Yang's gaze suddenly shifted slightly. White Chi's talent far surpassed Tian Qiu's, so