At that moment, Cao Xin stepped forward.
He arrived in the Myriad Beast Platform Micro-Plane.
This Micro-Plane was far gentler than the Abyss Plane.
There were mountains, waters, and forests. The sky was a pale, diluted blue, and the air carried the fresh fragrance of plants and earth.
But Cao Xin spared little attention for the scenery.
He stood on an open stretch of grass, sweeping his gaze across the entire Micro-Plane and sensing the two Divine Official-level auras sleeping in its depths.
Because he had remembered.
There was another of the Tang Sect Ancestral Precepts-cut the grass, roots and all.
Since he had already killed so many members of the Tang family.
Daming and Erming naturally had to die as well.
Though they were Soul Beasts...
They ran with Tang San, too.
He stood on the grass, waiting for those two auras to awaken from their slumber.
Soon...
Daming and Erming sensed Cao Xin's aura as well.
In that instant, the surface of the lake at the center of the plane churned as though it had been brought to a boil. A pillar of water shot skyward from the heart of the lake...
Then scattered in midair, revealing a long, imposing azure figure.
It was an enormous dragon, azure-green from head to tail.
His scales resembled meticulously polished jade. His spread wings covered half the lake, and as he raised his head, light surged within his golden dragon eyes.
He landed on the lakeshore, his body slowly shrinking into a tall, handsome middle-aged man dressed in azure robes, with two short, sharp dragon horns at his temples.
Erming appeared with his feet planted on the earth.
The instant he landed, the ground seemed to be pressed down by a giant hand, sinking into a shallow crater around him.
His