The peak Body Enlightenment cultivator with three wisps of black beard furrowed his brows deeply. How could this be possible?
How much effort had they spent to subdue this Dragon Race member? Every time they brought him out, it gave them immense face, proclaiming to the world the strength of Heart Pavilion—even a force like Dragon Gate could be put to their use.
Yet today, such a banner had been smashed to pieces by a single punch from this refined, scholarly-looking youth before them!
Ancient Gate!
This was the strength of an Ancient Gate direct disciple!
The Qingqiu elders looked at one another.
They no longer doubted Lin Xiaosu's identity. This one punch alone proved that everything Miss Ling had said was true.
Other than the Ancient Gate, there was absolutely no race or sect with a body stronger than the Dragon Race.
Then the question was, what choice should Qingqiu make?
Choosing the Ancient Gate seemed rather good...
The Primordial God Ruins, where the Ancient Gate resided, held a fatal allure for any ancient race.
No one doubted it anymore.
Yet one person did.
That was the Thousand-Spirit Saintess.
Only she knew that Lin Xiaosu had fuck-all to do with the Ancient Gate. He had merely followed her guidance and used his own Flesh Star to nourish his body once more.
This method of nourishment had indeed evolved from Gods-and-Devils Body Refining, but it should only have been imitation, never surpassing the original.
Yet he seemed to have surpassed it!
Where exactly was the problem?
He must have encountered another great opportunity!
In that secret chamber of Qingqiu, Third Sister's eyes suddenly lit up.
She stared at Lin Xiaosu as if she had discovered a new continent.
He looked so handsome and dashing, yet his body was actually this