The Black Flood Dragon was burst apart, and Li Jiusheng devoured its consciousness. Tranquility returned beneath the abyss.
Those who had never comprehended the Water Marsh Stele all stared at Li Jiusheng, their eyes filled with shock.
Everyone from the Jin family who had come here had attempted to comprehend the Water Marsh Stele, yet not a single one had succeeded.
Now, Li Jiusheng had caused such a tremendous stir the moment he arrived, leaving the Jin family disciples shocked and envious.
Jin Yuyi's second uncle stood dumbfounded. This Black Flood Dragon had devoured most of his comprehension, nearly leaving him with an incurable wound. Only he knew how powerful and terrifying it was, yet in the blink of an eye, it had been slain by this Daoist Li. It was utterly unbelievable.
Yu Chaoyang was immensely proud. "My martial uncle, Withered Wood Meets Spring, is as though he has been given a second life. How could a mere Black Flood Dragon run wild before him?"
Li Jiusheng ignored the reactions around him. He sat quietly, immersing himself in his own being as he explored the Black Flood Dragon's primordial spirit.
The Black Flood Dragon had been born within the Water Marsh Stele and was extremely familiar with it. Through its primordial spirit, Li Jiusheng learned of the situation inside the Water Marsh Stele.
The origins of the Water Marsh Stele could not be traced. From the moment it was born, the Black Flood Dragon had existed within that space.
It had spent several years exploring the boundaries of the Water Marsh Stele, but found nothing.
Within the Water Marsh Stele were mountains and hills, vast lands, and an endless expanse of water. It resembled a small world, yet there were no living creatures within it.
The Black Flood Dragon