The First Battle Between Chan and Jie

Within the Investiture of the Gods Platform, a grand hall was rising from the ground.

Here, the Power of Heavenly Dao was like a 3D printer, carrying out the act of "printing" to the fullest. From its foundation to its vaulted ceiling, the hall was completed in one seamless sweep.

Ao Bing was already seated across the low table, looking somewhat restrained, not quite daring to raise his head and look at the man before him...

Uncle.

Grand White Gold Star—the Second-rank Orthodox God most trusted by the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court. His accomplishments to date were enough to fill a biography of over three million words. A great benefactor of the Dragon Clan. Ao Bing had naturally seen all sorts of portraits of him.

Just now, he had been a little emotional. He had felt that, as a dignified Dragon Clan Prince, being so easily removed from the grand stage of the Primordial Wilderness was very, very, very embarrassing.

But after quickly recognizing reality, Ao Bing swiftly found his place...

His place? A trace of confusion appeared in Ao Bing's eyes, and he sat there, lost in thought for a moment.

At this time, he was neither dragon nor ghost, seemingly dead yet seemingly alive. The pain when that spear had struck him, the nearly endless, boundless darkness—it had felt as though he had been exiled to a land of deathly stillness.

That silence was something he absolutely never wanted to experience a second time.

"Living here all right?"

Li Changshou casually found a topic to begin with.

Ao Bing answered, "Ah, it's not bad. It's quite close to the Great Dao, and I've gained many insights."

"Do you blame your father?" Li Changshou asked. "Do you feel that you were born as an abandoned child of