The Dragon Tribe's baptism was truly terrifying. A mere brush of perception against those descending clouds revealed that all the strangeness of the Primordial World had been condensed within them.
All its terrors had been condensed there.
For even space and time shattered upon entering them.
Unfortunately for them, Xu Tong came from another universe and was innately unafraid of such things.
With a lift of his hand, the laws of space and time drifted out, spinning and dancing rapidly like an umbrella.
Whoosh, whoosh.
As the vortex spun, the Dragon Tribe's terrifying clouds flowed like water straight into his mouth, vanishing without a trace. He had actually devoured every last wisp, leaving nothing to be seen.
What a wondrous, mysterious sight.
Such divine powers naturally surpassed those of a Sage, and even compared with the Dragon Tribe's, they were hardly inferior.
"Ah!"
The dragon-shaped clouds parted, and four dragons carrying a sedan chair appeared leisurely before them, drawing near.
"Ah!"
A strange cry rang out.
The figure who rushed out of the sedan chair shrouded in a blue vortex was actually a woman.
The sedan chair borne by four dragons emerged in imposing splendor. From afar, it resembled a magnificent palace flowing down from the celestial river.
It approached in all its splendor.
Its surging aura continued spreading like waves, looking astonishing indeed.
Boom, boom!
Streams of aura spread like ripples, shaking everything.
Boom, boom.
Amid that aura, Xu Tong stood proudly, but Cowherd was so frightened that he burrowed straight into the rocks behind him, not daring even to breathe loudly, and could no longer come out.
"The Meng Po Dragon Maiden of the Dragon Tribe's Underworld has arrived! Who are you?"
The dragon maiden who had been carried over spoke with overbearing aggression.
"Ah!"
Xu Tong was