Everyone standing throughout the imperial harem wore complicated expressions. No one knew just how powerful I had become now that the Ancestral Dragon possessed my body—not even Fan Tiansheng dared come to a conclusion. As for Grand Sect Master Mu Zhongping's side, he had long since concealed all visible light and aura. After all, who would turn into a lightbulb and draw the enemy's attention at a time like this?
Apart from the sound of ghostly energy gushing upward, the scene was terrifyingly quiet. A group of ghosts from the painted boats surrounded Fan Tiansheng, each one expressionless yet trembling from head to toe. Even Fan Tiansheng couldn't help wanting to break the silence, but clearly, he didn't dare.
The Ancestral Dragon growled in a low voice, while the lightning armor of dark clouds around its body crackled with flashes of lightning. That ghost stone was embedded at the center of its chest, glittering brightly like a dragon pearl!
I couldn't help feeling astonished. Could this thing really be a dragon pearl? Otherwise, why would the Ancestral Dragon want to swallow it for no reason?
Faced with the ghostly energy continuously surging toward the lid, Fan Tiansheng was rather vexed as well. But he couldn't let all his previous efforts come to nothing now and allow the liquid ghostly energy from the fourth layer to fully evaporate upward. If that really happened, this entire region would instantly become a hell of ghostly energy, and not a single person would survive—let alone live here!
Knowing this, Fan Tiansheng couldn't concern himself with the Ancestral Dragon glaring at him like a tiger eyeing its prey. He immediately turned toward Mu Zhongping and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Mu! It's time to undergo your tribulation! Are you really planning to turn this place into a