After Lin Ming finished recounting everything, the plaza fell into a brief silence. Only the cocoon flowing with purple-gold light continued to pulse slowly, swallowing and drawing in energy.
Zhu Kun's enormous dragon head dipped slightly, light flickering uncertainly in his golden dragon eyes. Clearly, he was still digesting the sheer amount of information and the tremendous impact of Lin Ming's three-year experience.
Though it still seemed unbelievable, at the very least, it was no longer a divine miracle utterly beyond comprehension.
This kid was practically a walking magnet for fortuitous encounters, plus a Desperate Sanlang on top of it. Yet every time he was forced into a dead end, he managed to erupt with astonishing potential, seize that slim chance of survival, and maximize the opportunity.
After a long while, Zhu Kun exhaled a long breath of Dragon Breath, the gust making Lin Ming's robes snap and flutter. Within that Dragon Breath was an indescribable sense of emotion.
"Good kid..."
Zhu Kun's voice regained some of its steadiness, but the amazement within it remained rich.
"Your experiences over these three years were far more thrilling and dangerous than what this old man encountered in the several thousand years he wandered the continent before being trapped here..."
"No wonder, no wonder you could undergo such a complete transformation. Opportunity, courage, perseverance, wisdom—you actually lacked none of them. What is even rarer is that tenacious state of mind tempered between life and death."
His huge dragon eyes looked toward Lin Ming once more. The initial pure shock in his gaze had lessened, replaced by appreciation and regard, and even a faint hint of expectation.
Time quietly flowed by for half a year within this space isolated by the Ancient Emperor's Barrier.
In one corner of the plaza, Lin Ming sat