Fuxi's Birth

Seeing Ying Long so excited,

Wu Tian chuckled as well.

This kid's thoughts are rather simple!

He immediately waved out a stream of mana, helping Ying Long to his feet as he said with a smile,

"There is no need for so much formality under my tutelage!"

"Your senior brothers will be arriving shortly... and Fuxi will be born before long. Serve faithfully at Fuxi's side and accumulate merit!"

Before long,

Xuan Wu, Kong Xuan, and the others arrived.

It was another lively reunion between martial brothers. Zhao Gongming even pulled Ying Long along to greet the many fellow disciples of the Intercepting Sect, allowing them to get acquainted...

When had Ying Long ever experienced such a scene?

As a member of the Dragon Clan,

he had always been loathed by all. Yet now, even the disciples of Saints treated him with great courtesy. Upon learning that he had become Wu Tian's nominal disciple, envy blazed in their eyes.

It was practically enough to sting Ying Long's face!

Is it really necessary?

Your teachers are Saints too!

Do you have to envy me so much?

Ying Long thought smugly.

Afterward, he listened to Wu Tian's teachings alongside everyone else. Ying Long, too, immersed himself in the Dao Resonance emanating from Wu Tian, while the mana within his body circulated at a tremendous pace...

His soul and physical body had been imprisoned for so many years.

Now, protected by Wu Tian's Fortune,

the shackles were undone!

Ying Long faintly felt the urge to break through. However, after hearing Wu Tian speak of the importance of laying a solid foundation, he forcibly suppressed that impulse and merely continued refining his mana.

Before long,

some time passed.

Huaxu, who had carried her child for twelve long years, finally reached the time of delivery.