The moment the Sheji Cauldron entered Meng Zhao's dantian, it strangely transformed into two streams of dragon qi that coiled around each other. Then the clear qi rose and the turbid qi sank, creating a scene quite like Pangu Creates Heaven and the birth of a world.
The dragon qi of the mountains was heavy and substantial, descending to become the earth, while the dragon qi of the waters was light and nimble, rising to become the firmament.
Then there was the Myriad Heavens Dragon-Controlling Ziwei Imperial Qi that Meng Zhao had condensed, and the true dragons of countless forms it evolved. They seemed to have truly constructed a real world belonging solely to dragons.
Meng Zhao's body shuddered. Countless profound patterns emerged within his eyes. Though his feet stood within this illusory space, his thoughts had already risen without limit, transcending this place as he comprehended the great Dao of heaven and earth beyond. There were even faint signs of further advancement; his body seemed ethereal, almost on the verge of Eclosion to Immortality.
This surprise was truly enormous. Certainly, the Sheji Cauldron's status and power as a sacred artifact of humanity were what Meng Zhao had coveted, but now that it had entered his dantian, the enlightenment it brought to his physical body and dantian was what truly delighted him.
The strength of external objects was ultimately insubstantial. Only one's own strength could serve as the foundation.
As the Sheji Cauldron vanished, everyone finally came to their senses as if waking from a dream. Looking at Meng Zhao with the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket on his back, each harbored different thoughts.
Gan Mingfeng was exceedingly obsequious at this moment. He hurried forward with a fawning expression and said, "Dragon King, you are indeed blessed by destiny. You first