"Wu Taidou really has some nerve. Is he not afraid of dying? This Spatial Maze was built by Invincible Dragon Theodore to select a true heir. How could it possibly be so easy to pass?"
"Who knows? Maybe Wu Taidou has some trump card."
"Heh, a trump card? Which of the dragons here doesn't have one?"
"That's true. But every dragon capable of passing the trial has combat power far beyond others of the same rank. Quite a few proud and arrogant dragons think they can do it too."
"What a pity. If Wu Taidou dies in the Spatial Maze, won't the Crimson Blood Dragon God Grass, Dao Enlightenment Flower, and other sacred medicines on him all be left inside the maze?"
"If that happens, it would truly be a monstrous waste of heaven's gifts."
The many dragons discussed heatedly. They had not expected Wu Taidou to truly dare risk his life by entering the maze. They were somewhat worried as well—if Wu Taidou died inside, the sacred medicines on him might never be brought out again. That would be an enormous waste.
But no matter what, they could not stop him.
"Easy. Far too easy."
Xia Ping put on the innate magic treasure, the Formless Mask, concealing his aura and transforming into the appearance of an Invisible Dragon. At that moment, he seemed to have become the child of space itself, able to easily sense every fluctuation in space and effortlessly meld into the void.
Coupled with the power of the Formless Mask, even a Saint who had reached the invincible realm likely would not be able to sense his existence.
At the same time, he activated the Hell Golden Crow Eye, seeing through every mystery of this Spatial Maze. Even when one spatial fork after another appeared,