While Zhang Yu was paying visits in the Eastern Origin Way, Jiao Yao, under Yi Wu's protection, arrived in the Northern Unfinished Way.
The moment he entered, he felt a steady flow of vitality coursing through his entire body, leaving him incomparably at ease.
Having been transformed by many True Dragons, this was undoubtedly the most suitable place for dragons to survive. Upon arriving here, he felt like a fish returned to water, as though he had gone back to the cave dwelling where he had once been born. His resolve wavered for an instant, but only for that instant.
Though he was a True Dragon, having cultivated to his present level, he stood more from the perspective of a cultivator. In truth, he also hoped others would see him as a cultivator, rather than as some alien creature.
The Celestial Xia golden vessel docked atop a cliff platform. After disembarking, he followed Yi Wu aboard a flying carriage drawn by long-winged flood serpents.
After entering this realm, he saw pagoda-like lofty cliffs rising from the earth beneath the vast heavens. It could not help but remind him of the place where he had lived in Ancient Xia. Though these were two different realms, the dwellings of True Dragons remained so alike, giving him a certain sense of familiarity.
As the carriage drew near, small dragons came circling through the sky. Each was around three feet long, with smooth, soft scales. They looked at the two men with clear eyes and let out childish cries.
They swiftly sensed the aura of a True Dragon upon Jiao Yao. They felt close to him, yet dared not approach, while several clung to the edge of the carriage and refused to leave, merely peeking at him in secret.
Jiao Yao sensed their emotions.