The Void Sea, which struck terror into the hearts of others at the mere mention of its name, had now become a land of opportunity in Ye Lin's eyes.
If other cultivators learned of this, they would surely be shocked beyond measure.
Ye Lin walked forward step by step, the dragon's might emanating from his body growing ever stronger.
This dragon's might was manageable for him, but for cultivators of the Demon Race, it was the innate suppression of a natural predator.
After all, dragons were among the most powerful of living beings—divine beasts, no less.
Their pressure possessed an extremely severe suppressive effect on the myriad races of demons.
It was a pressure that came from the very depths of one's bloodline.
For instance, a Demon Race prodigy not far from Ye Lin had already dropped to one knee on the Rising Dragon Path, drenched in sweat. To Demon Race cultivators, this dragon's might was simply a nightmare.
Ye Lin had it somewhat easier. To him, the dragon's might was at most a peculiar kind of pressure. Even now, he did not feel strained; his pace had merely slowed a little.
Watching Dugu Feng and Ye Lin walk against the dragon's might, Dugu Xiao, standing in the void, nodded in satisfaction.
"This little fellow is rather interesting. Such a temperament is rare and precious. He will surely become someone great in the future."
After Dugu Xiao spoke, Yun Feng nodded in agreement as well. Someone who did everything possible to improve himself—so long as such a person did not perish midway, he would certainly have a place in the Star River Cosmos.
"Little girl, you truly made this old man misunderstand you deeply."
At that moment, Dugu Xiao slowly crouched down, reached out, and lightly scraped Luo Yao's little