"Yellow Dragon actually held a place among the Heavenly Dao Saints."
"He even transformed into some Yinglong God."
"How exactly did Hongjun manage things as the master of the Heavenly Dao?"
Yang Mei's brows swayed, and his gaze could no longer remain calm.
Yang Mei could understand that the Three Pure Ones were the source of the collapse, but since when could even Yellow Dragon True Person become a Heavenly Dao Saint?
The crucial part was when Yellow Dragon flew out from Blue Planet.
Yang Mei actually felt clouds and mist billowing around him, following in his wake, while the winds shook with thin fury.
Looking out, countless spaces seemed to roar in unison. All things moved according to their natural principles, and countless wonders circulated, truly carrying some traces of cosmic law.
Such changes had appeared.
Yang Mei simply could not imagine what role Heavenly Dao Hongjun had played in all this to bring about such changes.
Every time he had left the Primordial World, he had been able to defeat Hongjun. Even if Hongjun was the Heavenly Dao's spokesperson, the outcome had remained unchanged.
But even so,
Yang Mei still acknowledged Hongjun's strength.
They had fought so many times; he still had that much understanding of him.
Yang Mei did not look at Yellow Dragon. Instead, he continued looking toward Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng. This chosen son of destiny had likewise gained many benefits from the sudden celebration.
He had even used this opportunity to seek the achievement of the Eternal Qin Empire.
That truly left Yang Mei speechless.
Although he had participated in Ying Zheng's schemes and had even allowed him to gain the divine ability of parallel worlds, Ying Zheng's development genuinely disgusted him.
Whether it was the changes on Blue Planet or the changes