The White Divine Dragon, around a thousand meters long, was slender and elegant, radiating a noble aura. Yet her current behavior did not quite match that image, as she circled a Black Ferocious Divine Dragon over ten thousand meters long and acted coquettishly.
"Father, why aren't you saying anything? Don't you like Qing'er anymore?"
Seeing that Wang Xian made no move, the White Divine Dragon immediately became dejected, her voice filled with grievance.
"Uh..."
Wang Xian choked for a moment before slowly saying, "You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your father."
He rather liked this White Divine Dragon, but the problem was that he truly was not her father!
"Father, what are you saying? You are Qing'er's father!"
The White Divine Dragon directly sprawled across Wang Xian's enormous dragon head.
Just as Wang Xian was about to revert to his original form, the white Immortal Script floating between his horns suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
At the same time, a black Immortal Script appeared between the White Divine Dragon's horns.
The black and white Immortal Scripts were instantly drawn to each other. They then detached from between Wang Xian's and the White Divine Dragon's horns, winding around each other.
Wang Xian watched this scene in surprise and confusion. Judging from the reaction of these two Immortal Scripts, the White Divine Dragon really might be his daughter.
Of course, this "he" referred to the World-Ending Dragon—the World-Ending Dragon killed by Army Lord Zhao Jun—not Wang Xian himself.
Wang Xian silently watched the two intertwined Immortal Scripts. The black Immortal Script was condensed from Destruction Power, while the white Immortal Script embodied Creation Power. These two utterly opposing powers unexpectedly began to merge.
Gradually, white appeared upon the black Immortal Script, while black also surfaced upon the