The nine-headed cultivator before him had come for the sake of cultivating in Black Dragon Heaven.
Little White Dragon Ao Lie had truly not expected that the other party had come specifically for him.
He subconsciously looked around, only to discover that the surroundings had already been shrouded in a rain of blood. Clearly, the other party had used a divine ability to sever his connection with the other dragons.
Even so, he did not panic because of this sudden turn of events.
Their Dragon Race was a race that had clawed its way back up from the abyss.
The current Dragon Race no longer directly considered itself the foremost race, but neither did they dare look down on those who took the initiative to come knocking.
Suppressing the many emotions in his heart, he still spoke calmly.
"It seems, Fellow Daoist, that you truly intend to become my enemy. Yet I wonder what identity you possess, to dare come and cause trouble in our Black Dragon Heaven."
Nine-Headed Worm revealed a sinister smile.
"I do not mind telling you. I am Nine-Headed Worm, one of the Primordial Five Insects."
"The great calamity is approaching, and heaven and earth will be wiped away. I will use you to improve my cultivation, Ao Lie. There is no need for you to make such a fuss."
Oh.
A cultivator at Nine-Headed Worm's level actually knew that the great calamity was approaching?
Come to think of it, in the original trajectory, Nine-Headed Worm and Myriad Saints Princess had seemed to be caught in a thoroughly melodramatic romance, as though he were a character completely ruled by love.
In truth, his ultimate goal had instead been the sarira in the pagoda of Golden Light Temple in the Kingdom of Sacrifice, as well as the