Time flew by,
and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
On this day.
In the lands of the Eastern Sea,
within the Grotto-heaven Secret Realm.
In a boundless space of consciousness, the surroundings above and below were all shrouded in a gray haze.
At the same time,
in the center of this gray space,
a dragon-shaped phantom formed from black mist, a thousand zhang long, seemed to have suffered some invisible attack. The black smoke around its body constantly dispersed in all directions, rapidly growing thinner.
At that moment, it seemed to be suffering from a splitting headache, thrashing about in agony on the gray ground.
The tremendous power contained within its body,
as it struggled, almost caused the space itself to twist.
Ah, no!
This is impossible!
How could you have mastered this kind of power?! A scheme! This was all a scheme!
You won't die a good death!
A hoarse voice roared, echoing through the gray space.
But unfortunately,
those words
were nothing more than the black dragon soul's final despairing cries.
As its voice gradually weakened, its strength seemed to have been exhausted.
The dragon soul's body, condensed from black smoke, slowly dispersed into nothingness,
completely vanishing from this gray heaven and earth,
without leaving the slightest trace in this world.
There was nothing else in the gray space.
It was as though the enormous black dragon soul phantom that had struggled and writhed nearby moments ago
had merely been an illusion.
And at that moment,
on the other side,
Yang Qingyun stood quietly.
He watched everything with indifference, not a trace of emotion on his face.
After a long while,
not long after the black dragon soul had completely vanished,
streams of information flowed out like water, dispersing into this space of