The world saw me as evil, yet you treated me like your own child.
Those words—"You're my Mu Yang child"—struck Li Mu Yang's tear point in an instant, bringing tears to his eyes and overwhelming him with emotion.
Ever since his identity as a dragon had been exposed, the whole world had become his enemy. Everyone wanted to kill him, whether for profit or to accomplish the grand deed of slaying a dragon and make their name live through the ages.
He had fled all the way, fighting all the way.
His family was ruined, his loved ones dead, and his life hung by a thread.
What was even more hateful was that Song Gudú, the Eye of the Starry Sky, had driven eight Netherworld Nails into his body, forcing him to endure the Netherworld Cold Qi that made him unable to live or die.
Li Mu Yang's heart was filled with hatred and a bloody thirst for vengeance.
He had transformed into a black dragon and spewed dragon breath at the soldiers of Wind City, possessed by a hysterical determination to perish together with them.
You don't want me to live? Then I'll make sure you die first.
He had been utterly disappointed in the human race.
If Qian Du and Fatty had not stayed by his side all this time, preserving the last shred of his sanity, he would probably have long since turned into a demon and fallen into that eternally sinking world of darkness.
When Li Mu Yang had just met True Man Ziyang, he had been wary and guarded.
Because he knew how much the human race hated him, and he also understood what kind of obsession those profound cultivators had with slaying dragons.
Everyone else was like that. Could True Man Ziyang really be