Shen Mo's heart stirred.
The mortal enemy of the true dragon race, whom countless powerful true dragons had campaigned against for twenty thousand years—could it be the master of the Dragon-Rearing Pool?
Yet by his estimate, the Dragon-Rearing Pool's master was at most a Human Immortal or Earth Immortal. For true dragons to kill such a person, there was no need for such a grand mobilization. A few seventh-rank experts at the True Immortal realm would suffice...
After we kill the Longevity Devil Lord, I'll ask Ao Hua about the details!
The master of the Dragon-Rearing Pool was the tribulation of Cao Ren, Shen Mo's friend. It had no direct bearing on Shen Mo's own interests, and this was hardly the best time to dig to the bottom of the matter. Thus, he temporarily suppressed his curiosity.
Soon after, Shen Mo, Lingxiaozi, and the others also bowed from afar toward Ao Hao high in the ninth heaven.
Ao Hao nodded in acknowledgment, then swiftly turned his gaze toward Jiuli Mountain. A faint smile rested on his lips as he called aloud, "Jiuli Nether Lord, your old friend Ao Hao has come to pay you a visit. I hope you will show yourself!"
Jiuli Mountain was the source of the Hidden Dragon River. Before the Jiuli Nether Lord transformed into a Soul Ghost, Ao Hao had shared a modest friendship with him. That was why he called himself an "old friend" upon visiting today.
The moment his words fell, another terrifying aura rippled forth. It vaguely formed a stalemate with Ao Hao's presence, while a blurry figure shrouded in immortal radiance appeared out of thin air above the ninth heaven. Ghostly qi billowed around him, yet it gave off none of the eerie, sinister feeling one might expect. Instead, it carried