Little White Dragon Ao Lie strode forward with the gait of a dragon and tiger.
After some time had passed.
Sure enough, he sensed immense fluctuations of magical power.
Looking ahead.
Two figures immediately came into view, one of them unmistakably Tang Sanzang.
However, Tang Sanzang looked far more bedraggled than usual.
As the Tang Dynasty cultivator who nominally led the Preaching Squad and held the travel documents.
Ever since the Water-Land Dharma Assembly, whenever Little White Dragon had seen him, Tang Sanzang had always cut an exceptional figure, composed in most circumstances.
What was more, Tang Sanzang had once been rumored to have been invincible from the moment he was in his mother's womb during the Tang Dynasty.
It was hard for him to imagine someone like that being reduced to such a sorry state.
With the Burial System and the Funeral Great Dao working in tandem.
Little White Dragon considered himself inferior to Tang Sanzang in strength, especially since the two scripture scrolls he wore as Dharma robes contained countless profound mysteries.
In Little White Dragon's view, if Tang Sanzang had been pushed to this point, there could only be one explanation: his opponent was someone not easily buried.
Spiritual light flickered in Little White Dragon's eyes as he decisively looked toward Tang Sanzang's opponent.
An old man appeared in his line of sight.
Yet this old man was destined not to be an ordinary one.
The moment Little White Dragon shifted his gaze over, words had already appeared above the man's head—Chaos Withered Bone.
When he saw that name.
A cold, mechanical notification sounded beside his ear.
[Chaos Withered Bone's doubts deepened. Emotion Points +10.]
This old man truly was no simple character.
Since he could see Chaos Withered Bone, Little White Dragon knew that