In the end, Qi Ji dispelled his conspicuous, thousand-meter dragon form as he approached a coastal city.
It would have been fine if everyone already knew what he looked like in that form. After all, the name of the Seven-Colored Dragon Emperor had spread throughout the Federation five years ago.
But he had been out of the public eye for five years. Even a sect master would probably feel like a stranger after five years without any news.
It would be bad if his appearance threw the city into chaos.
Although Qi Ji could already call himself a god, he was not someone who treated everyone else as beneath his notice.
He could be Homelander, but he still intended to protect his own Douluo Continent.
Using his mastery of spatial laws, Qi Ji arrived in Mingdu in an instant.
Space was like a thin sheet of paper before him. With a single, effortless step, he could reach his destination from a thousand miles away.
Such an ability had been unimaginable in the past. Even a Limit Douluo would need a considerable amount of time to fly a thousand miles.
But for Qi Ji now, that distance was merely a step away.
Along the way, he happened to spot Di Tian, who had been staying close to Gu Yuena to protect her.
Di Tian had concealed himself well. His aura was suppressed to the utmost, and he blended into Mingdu's crowds like a drop of water in the sea.
But to Qi Ji's senses, the dark dragon aura around Di Tian was so dense it was almost tangible. It shone like a beacon in the night; not noticing him would have been difficult.
"Hey!"
Appearing out of nowhere, Qi Ji tapped Di Tian on the shoulder.
Even Di Tian, the continent's