Inside the Divine Firmament Hall, Gao Xian stood in robes white as snow, greeting the Flood Dragon King with the warmth of a host welcoming a guest.
His calm, unrestrained bearing filled the Flood Dragon King with unease. "Could I have fallen into Gao Xian's trap and ambush?"
The other demons thought the same, and they grew ever more frightened and unsettled.
Yet as the demons spread out their divine senses, they found no trace of any cultivator in the empty, dilapidated Divine Firmament Hall, which only deepened their suspicion.
The Flood Dragon King instantly calmed himself. If there truly was an ambush, he needed to remain all the more composed. The problem was that within the reach of his divine sense, he detected nothing unusual.
His Candle Dragon Eye saw nothing unusual either!
Even a seventh-rank powerhouse might not be able to evade the Candle Dragon Eye. Besides, if a seventh-rank powerhouse truly were here, there would be no need to skulk about in hiding!
The Flood Dragon King scrutinized Gao Xian from head to toe once more, but found nothing remarkable. Gao Xian's form and spirit were united, his aura consummate; he truly could not see through him.
Still, only seven years had passed since Gao Xian survived his lightning tribulation. Even if he had fully nurtured his Yang Spirit in those seven years, it was absolutely impossible for him to have forged a second Yang Spirit!
The powerful cultivators of the human realm all knew that Gao Xian cultivated the Great Net God Transmutation Scripture and possessed three Primordial Spirits. Given Gao Xian's talent, many believed he could forge three great Yang Spirits.
And precisely because of this, many powerhouses found Gao Xian displeasing.
The Flood Dragon King was one of them. He knew well that Gao