Ancient Saint Clan, Otherworldly Spirits

One month later.

Taixiao and the Primordial True Dragon had arrived at a scenic place in Heavenly Capital, nestled between mountains and waters. Everything within a radius of ten thousand miles was his personal cave abode; his family fortune was quite substantial.

"Long Yuan, have your injuries recovered somewhat?"

Taixiao frowned as he looked at the Primordial True Dragon lying on the ground. "That burly man in black planted Dao-array foundations within your body. I have removed them all. Otherwise, much of the Great Dao bestowal you received in the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda would have been stripped away."

Long Yuan's aura was still exceedingly weak. With his eyelids half-lowered, he exhaled a breath of dragon aura. "His array Great Dao can augment himself, and within the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda, it can resonate with the Disordered Great Dao. I was no match for him there."

After saying that, a trace of gloom flashed through his eyes. In that battle, he had held them back terribly. He had been even more powerless to suppress that man's Black Coffin. If he were enveloped and locked inside it, he... might die!

Yet he himself was not weak either. Although he could not suppress it, the Black Coffin could not lock him within it either.

It was only that the man had madly layered Great Dao Arrays upon himself, leaving Long Yuan utterly unable to shake his physical body. That wretched, injury-fearing manner of his... filled Long Yuan with rage.

"A death-qi Dao artifact, cultivation of Five-Elements Power, Divine Sense possessing God-Slaying Power, and that Meteorite Descent..."

Thought filled Taixiao's eyes. There were simply too many methods; it was impossible to tell which faction's prodigy he was. "Furthermore, his Great Dao power surpasses mine. He has likely already severed more than five thousand Great Dao Chains."

"Taixiao,