When Lu Xiaotian opened his eyes, the lightning and flames in the void, along with the frigid feeling surrounding him, gradually faded.
At that moment, Muye Wujiang also opened his eyes. From a small hill in the distance, he looked toward Lu Xiaotian. In Muye Wujiang's eyes, this dragon was an extremely special existence, far stranger than any dragon he had encountered in the mystic realm. It was not because of Lu Xiaotian's way of doing things. In truth, Muye Wujiang could not yet claim to understand him. He was simply extremely interested in the cultivation techniques Lu Xiaotian practiced.
Muye Wujiang was not coveting the dragon race techniques on Lu Xiaotian's person, either. More than anything, it was because the techniques Lu Xiaotian had used during the Ascending Dragon Assembly had profound and grand artistic conceptions, yet also contained subtle flaws. With Muye Wujiang's cultivation realm, he could easily see, throughout Lu Xiaotian's battles, the traces of his deductions and constant adjustments and improvements. What truly delighted Muye Wujiang was the astonishing potential Lu Xiaotian had displayed as a dragon—something the other dragons in the mystic realm did not possess. Even though Muye Wujiang was already one of the stronger Golden Immortal-level dragons, he did not feel he could surpass this junior dragon before him.
Therefore, whenever Min Kun had tried to disrupt Lu Xiaotian's epiphany with ulterior motives, Muye Wujiang had stepped forward to rebuke him and personally protected Lu Xiaotian.
The results now seemed quite good. However, what also aroused Muye Wujiang's curiosity was that the fluctuations of the laws appearing during Lu Xiaotian's epiphany did not seem entirely like those of a dragon. If Lu Xiaotian's revealed dragon form had not been genuine beyond doubt, Muye Wujiang might even have suspected that Lu Xiaotian possessed the