The void returned to clarity.
Wang Xuan turned around, his gaze settling on the frail, swaying elderly figure several hundred zhang away.
Shennong's Dharma body hung in midair. His coarse hemp robe was soaked through with soul blood, his aura flickering weakly. He was already at the end of his strength.
Yet even in such a state, his back remained perfectly straight.
Wang Xuan took a step and appeared before Shennong out of thin air, cupping his hands slightly.
"Greetings, Senior Shennong."
Shennong did not answer at once.
He raised his weathered eyes and examined the Dragon Clan man before him from head to toe, from the layered gold-and-white scales to the pair of warm golden dragon horns atop his head, then to those pale golden vertical pupils devoid of any worldly air.
"Good, good, good!"
Shennong said "good" three times in a row. The emotion on his aged face was impossible to hide, and his chest heaved. He seemed even more excited than when False God Hongjun had fallen.
At a glance, he could tell that Wang Xuan had already reached the realm of the Supreme Ancestral God. That sudden kick just now had also carried the might unique to a Stone Man King.
To attain the Supreme Ancestral God realm and become a Stone Man King at such a young age—throughout all ages and across the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, there had only ever been one such case.
Shennong stared at Wang Xuan and spoke word by word. "At such a young age, you have already come this far. Looking across all ages and the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, there is only you. For the Dragon Clan to produce a rising talent like you is a blessing for the Dragon Clan, and even more so, a blessing for