"Roar!!"
Suddenly, a mighty dragon's roar rang out across heaven and earth.
A white dragon, at least a thousand zhang long, with a long, powerful body, burst from the depths of the clouds above everyone and swooped down.
"What's that?"
Countless pupils trembled violently.
How could a dragon still exist in the place where an ancient Heavenly Sovereign had passed away?
"Wait, look! There's someone on its head."
"Which sect on the continent nurtured this Young Dragon of the Human World?"
It didn't take long for the sharp-eyed experts to see what was going on.
As the crowd talked, the ancient white dragon let out a low roar and carried the elegantly dressed young man on its back straight up the Cloud Ladder.
The first layer, the second, the third.
Seeing this, the various groups became all the more certain of the newcomer's identity.
He was competing for a seat to receive the Sacred Spirit Baptism, so he had to be a visitor from the outside world, just like them.
The white dragon soon soared past the seventh layer and headed for the eighth.
Xia Youran's expression brightened. She had clearly recognized the newcomer.
Xi Qinghai, Zhou Xuan, and Su Buxiu exchanged thoughtful looks, apparently guessing who he was as well.
Only Green Tiger and his two companions, whose foundations were somewhat weaker, looked indignant.
Just who was this person?
Instead of fighting his way up layer by layer from the lowest entrance, he'd appeared out of nowhere and was trying to seize the last seat on the eighth layer. What a lot of nerve.
"Kid, this isn't where you belong. Get down there!"
Green Tiger, confident in his own strength, sprang forward and smashed his fist down.
Roar! A gigantic, berserk light tiger roared out, its killing intent soaring