"I knew he wouldn't miss this dragon-python struggle."
The Ghost Clan Sisters exchanged glances, each seeing the delight in the other's eyes. Though neither had much of a friendship with Li Hao, for some reason, seeing this young man from their own generation compete with those supreme heavenly prodigies filled them with the excitement of sharing in his glory.
"You..."
Lin Zhixuan's expression changed when he saw that the Su Clan sisters, and even that arrogant Emperor Clan fellow Di Linchen, were willing to take out their own domain artifacts and give them to the young man unconditionally.
He had no idea what charm the young man possessed. None of these people normally fawned over the powerful, yet they all sought to please him.
"Those four from the Chaos Ancient Clan in the Primal Land have at least twelve domain artifacts. Hopefully, he can join forces with the others..."
Su Wanqing looked up. Once the surprise and delight in her eyes faded, worry soon became all that remained.
The others looked worried as well when they heard this.
Meanwhile, Li Hao was already flying rapidly up the Heavenly Path.
The moment he entered the Heavenly Path, he sensed its extraordinary nature. It held an immensely powerful pressure of the Great Dao, making every step arduous. It was like climbing a snowy mountain-the higher he went, the more he felt a bone-piercing chill.
At the same time, every few hundred meters, intricate Dao patterns marked the ground. They lit up whenever he approached, transforming into terrifying attacks of laws, some of decay, others of destruction. Anyone unable to withstand them would be annihilated beneath their assaults, dissipating on the Heavenly Path.
Fortunately, these laws and this pressure meant little to him. A wave of his sleeve was enough to fend them