Little Stone grew intensely curious about Ye Fan, recalling what Meng Chuan had told them in the River of Time more than a million years ago.
His expression changed. No way. How could Father be that kind of person?
He looked at Ye Fan, sensed his physique, and drew a quiet breath.
The way this physique manifested was rather similar to Father's when he had made progress in the Indestructible Scripture!
No way...
Little Stone hurriedly checked with his bloodline, examining it carefully.
Then he discovered that Ye Fan's bloodline had no connection to his own. He breathed a sigh of relief. One thing was certain: Ye Fan really was not his brother...
Watching the three undergo their Tribulations at the Ancient Heavenly Court's designated place for prodigies to attain Sainthood, Little Stone felt a strange stirring in his heart.
He believed Ye Fan's resemblance to his father could not be a coincidence.
At his father's level, every coincidence had to have a reason behind it.
"Such talented young people," Little Stone murmured. "They have a good chance of becoming Immortal Kings."
In Little Stone's eyes, neither that True Dragon nor the young man who intrigued him would have much trouble becoming an Immortal King.
Before Little Stone died—no, before his true body departed—he had been called the greatest Immortal King in the Boundary Sea. An ordinary Immortal King facing him was fated to be effortlessly suppressed and killed.
Even so, he acknowledged and respected the Dao Fruit every Immortal King had attained. It was a great achievement on the path of cultivation, a towering peak, an undying monument.
Of course, he respected only the Dao Fruit and rank of an Immortal King.
Immortal Kings might have seemed a dime a dozen at the Ancient Heavenly Court's height, but that