"Ye Xiwen, time's up!"
A cold voice came over, interrupting Ye Xiwen's state of enlightenment.
Ye Xiwen opened his eyes. Before him stood the Black Dragon Elder, his expression icy, clearly holding little goodwill toward Ye Xiwen.
"Who first awoke from the great dream? All my life, I alone have known!" Ye Xiwen stretched lazily, as though he had just awakened from a dream that had lasted ten years. Now that he was awake, the world had become entirely different.
The Black Dragon Elder looked at Ye Xiwen with some confusion. Could this fellow truly have slept for ten years? Impossible. Judging from the earlier phenomena, he must have activated the imprint within the Progenitor Dragon Preaching Diagram. There was no way he could have undergone no changes at all.
Yet from the way he looked now, he seemed to have only just come back to his senses.
Ye Xiwen looked reluctantly toward the Progenitor Dragon Preaching Diagram. Though it had only been ten years, his gains over those ten years had been immense.
Especially his battles against the strongest figures since time immemorial—they had benefited him enormously. Each preaching session, each struggle for a spot, then another preaching session and another struggle for a spot, had been a process of constant accumulation and constant transformation. What he understood during the preaching was swiftly turned into his own comprehension amid battle.
When facing such peak figures, Ye Xiwen dared not hold back in the slightest. Otherwise, the one who died would be him.
Ten preaching sessions, nine struggles. Blood was spilled every time. Especially later on, Ye Xiwen had no longer been satisfied with defeating the Beast Ancestor and the others. He directly challenged the Great Dao imprints left behind by immortal Emperors such as the Demon Emperor. There were