Primordial Qi

Gao Xian had always considered himself very strong. Though he could not compare to a sixth-rank cultivator, he was more than capable of looking down on cultivators of the same rank. Even among all manner of fifth-rank beings, none could withstand more than a few moves from him.

He took the Heaven-Human Covenant Assembly seriously, but he had never thought it would be particularly difficult.

He had made a circuit through the East Sea and met Yun Qingxuan as well as Li Zichen. This personal disciple of a seventh-rank Celestial Lord truly possessed profound cultivation and carried even more Divine Artifacts. Still, Gao Xian was confident he could kill this proud, arrogant female cultivator head-on.

With Li Zichen as a yardstick, the people brought by the seventh-rank Demon King could not be too formidable—at the very least, they would not be stronger than him.

The reason Gao Xian had been cultivating so diligently was chiefly to guard against rampaging sixth-rank great demons. After all, he was going to Dragon Scale Island to make a living. What if the Demon Race lost so badly that they flew into a rage, turned hostile, and began slaughtering indiscriminately?

He could not count on Dao Hong to save his life. Holding his own life in his own hands felt far more secure.

When he upgraded the Heavenly Dragon Dharma-Breaking True Eye, he had experienced what it felt like for a heavenly dragon to be killed. That single blow had utterly shattered his sense of security.

A heavenly dragon, so powerful its strength could not be measured, had died for some unknown reason. He did not even know who had killed it.

Presumably, that heavenly dragon had not died completely. Otherwise, its divine consciousness would not have remained hidden so securely.

Gao Xian guessed that