In the profound, dark space, loneliness seemed to have become the eternal main theme, like the cold, hollow night before dawn.
Shen Hanyu released his Mental Power and sat cross-legged off to one side at ease, his expression relaxed without the slightest hint of tension. Instead, he looked as leisurely as if he were on vacation.
The heaven and earth essence here was incomparably dense, making this a rare treasure ground for secluded cultivation.
Moreover, since the remnant souls of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings were unwilling to show themselves for some unknown reason, he naturally would not go looking for trouble. After all, they had once been big shots at the level of first-class gods. Though they had been dead for who knew how many years, no one could say how much strength they still retained.
Entering this place had been a dangerous decision. It would be a lie to say Shen Hanyu had not been nervous, but he and Tian Meng had already been here for nearly a month, and the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings had remained silent. Wasn't that also a roundabout form of disregard and consent?
Tian Meng was still absorbing the heaven and earth essence and energy here. The endless stream of energy poured into its body, then transformed into the steps that would carry it forward.
As time passed, the tenth golden pattern on Tian Meng's body, which had originally been dim and dull, slowly began to brighten. Now, it only needed one opportunity to break through and become the continent's first true Million-Year Soul Beast.
Although there was quite a bit of exaggeration to its status as a Million-Year Soul Beast, the cultivation age was there nonetheless. Unfortunately, the Ice Silkworm Clan was simply of that caliber. Other Soul Beasts that