"I never expected to encounter an Immortal Friend even in the depths of this Sea of Clouds."
A hearty laugh rang out from the carriage. The two Flood Dragons pulling it slowed down, and a figure wearing a golden dragon robe stepped out. He was wearing a set of golden armor, with a dragon's head and human body, tall and imposing, an aura that seized the soul radiating around the body.
"A True Dragon?"
Chen Luo raised a hand and patted the Grotto-heaven Gourd beneath him, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
This was his first time seeing a True Dragon.
Such an existence only needed to be seen once to be recognized at a glance; no one could impersonate one. They were born sacred, the Source of countless bloodlines. Chen Luo's second disciple, Ao Ye, possessed a thin trace of True Dragon bloodline. Relying on that foundation, Ao Ye could rapidly raise his cultivation even without practicing much in daily life. The True Dragon before him had blood and qi like a blazing furnace. Though the path he cultivated differed from that of an Immortal Cultivator, his strength was still unfathomably deep.
"May I ask where your immortal homeland lies, fellow cultivator?"
The True Dragon opposite him seemed to be in high spirits and proactively invited Chen Luo aboard his carriage.
Chen Luo, who was bored from traveling, readily put away his gourd and prepared to catch a ride.
The Flood Dragon carriage set off again, moving several times faster than Chen Luo's gourd had.
"I ascended not long ago and am on my way to my dao field."
Chen Luo answered politely.
After his previous dealings with White Deer Immortal, Chen Luo had gained a certain understanding of this Immortal Realm. Whether this was an "Inner