The Dragon Emperor's Sigh

As Zi Yan was completely wrapped within that massive purple-gold cocoon of Dragon Emperor Essence Blood, vast yet stable waves of life and Dragon Phoenix pressure radiated from it like breathing, marking that crucial evolution as having smoothly begun.

Thus, within the ancient and silent Tou She Ancient God Space, the eternal stillness once again returned. Only this time, that suspended giant cocoon brought vigorous vitality and endless anticipation to this deathly still land.

At that moment, the only two within the space who could still move freely were Lin Ming and Zhu Kun, with his enormous dragon head.

The formation of the giant cocoon had consumed no small amount of Zhu Kun's vitality. He needed time to recover, and Lin Ming naturally also had to keep watch here to ensure that no accidents occurred during Zi Yan's evolution.

And so, within this strange space sealed away from all outside disturbances, a long conversation spanning age, race, and strength began.

Although Zhu Kun had been trapped for ten thousand years, as one of the continent's former supreme experts, his knowledge and wisdom had not been dulled by time. Instead, they had only grown deeper.

Naturally, he was greatly interested in the changes that had taken place in the outside world over these ten thousand years, especially the movements of those top factions that could stand alongside the Ancient Void Dragon Clan.

"Lin Ming!" Zhu Kun's grand voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Uncle has been trapped here for far too long. The outside world has changed with every passing storm, and things must have long since ceased to be what they were. Since you have traveled through Middle Continent, do you know what the continent's current state is like? Are those Ancient Races still around?"

Hearing this,