"I know that you, Dragon King Meng, are a peerless genius, with an extraordinary bloodline and unrivaled divine skill. But the world's mysteries and marvels do not all lie within one's bloodline. The many sights along the way are also essential for you and me to reach the Divine Demon Realm. Otherwise, relying only on diligent study, bitter training, and shutting oneself away to build a cart, how much could one truly achieve?
The place I encountered was a battlefield from Ancient Times. The slaughter within was incomparably brutal, with great gods and great demons everywhere. It had even spawned Corpse Gods and Corpse Demons that chased me through heaven and earth, and I nearly perished within.
Still, fortune is sought amid danger. I gained quite a few benefits from it. Dragon King Meng, you may first have a look at this stone."
With that, he flicked a stone from his hand, and it landed in Meng Zhao's palm.
Its color was azure like the sea, with rippling water patterns surfacing across it. Its aura held profound mysteries; only a peerless expert like Meng Zhao, one who had cultivated a Primordial Spirit, could perceive its essence.
The moment Meng Zhao took hold of the stone, he felt his Primordial Spirit become lively and agile, as though it had left his body and soared into the nine heavens, merging with the Heavenly Dao. A distant, elusive trace, like immortal music whispering in his ears, gave rise to countless lucid insights within his Primordial Spirit. In a short time, he gained a fair degree of comprehension in the path of water—though that was all.
After all, Meng Zhao differed from ordinary Celestial experts. His martial path was vast and boundless, majestic and immense, encompassing the world and beyond comparison. Though this Dao