"Young one, are you a descendant of the Space-Time Dragon?"
A deep, weathered voice rippled through the void, wrenching Huo Yuhao out of Deep Meditation.
He slowly opened his eyes. Rather than feeling annoyed at the interruption, he was thoroughly pleased as he sensed the immense power surging through his meridians.
With that exceptionally pure draconic origin pouring into him, he had not even noticed time passing. The soul core deep within his dantian spun faster and faster.
With a faint explosive pop inside his body, the invisible barrier obstructing his cultivation was forcibly shattered.
Rank fifty.
Even a trace of residual blood essence spilling from this God King-level Time Dragon King was enough to rival any rare, hundred-thousand-year immortal herb.
He had been planning to ride that momentum and use the vast soul power that had yet to fully settle to absorb the golden Soul Ring the Douluo Plane's consciousness had given him.
But this sudden, aged voice had interrupted his next stage of cultivation.
An icy-blue glow quietly flickered in Huo Yuhao's eyes. He swept his gaze around and discovered that his surroundings had changed completely.
The churning pool of blood suspended in midair was gone, as was the river of time stretching across the void.
He stood within an enclosed space constructed entirely from pure spiritual power, with an enormous phantom coiled a short distance ahead.
It was a vastly miniaturized Time Dragon King.
The phantom was covered in slightly illusory azure-gold dragon scales, still bearing the awe-inspiring aura of time law. Merely looking at them made it feel as though the years before his eyes were racing past.
This was clearly a dragon soul the other party had split off from his enormous ruined body.
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow.
Most likely, the fluctuations from the