The Golden Crow Ancestral Land

One day later, Lu Chuan and the Dragon Horse left the Divine Continent and arrived above the vast, boundless sea.

"What exactly is your relationship with the Golden Crow Clan?"

As the Dragon Horse hurried along, it could not help turning its head back to ask.

Lu Chuan glanced at it. He flipped his palm, and after a flash of spiritual light, the Wishful Qiankun Bag appeared.

"You're throwing away the millstone once the grind—" The Dragon Horse knew what Lu Chuan was planning the moment it saw that thing. It wanted to curse him bloody, but Lu Chuan backhandedly offered up the Qiankun Bag and stuffed it inside.

"I really am killing the donkey once the grinding is done." Lu Chuan put away the Qiankun Bag and laughed.

Back then, the Golden Crow Remnant Soul's demand had been that only Lu Chuan alone could know about the inheritance.

If he blabbed and let it slip, that would be breaking his oath.

Lord Lu had been careful and cautious for half his life, and had never dared to swear oaths or make vows, because he knew that in this world, oaths could not be made carelessly. Otherwise, the consequences would be very serious.

The only time had been that time at the bottom of the East Sea.

After temporarily putting away the Dragon Horse, Lu Chuan's thoughts stirred. Golden light shone behind him, and the Solar Wings appeared. With a "whoosh," his whole body turned into a long golden rainbow and shot through the air.

Three days later, Lu Chuan plunged headfirst into the East Sea and, following his memories from back then, kept diving toward the seabed.

Longji's reminder had not been wrong. With his dual identities in the Heavenly Court and the Human Race, it was rather risky