"Indeed. Mere Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals are nothing special. My Great World of Heaven and Earth has ten thousand races, each with ten or nearly ten Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals. That adds up to almost a hundred thousand, and their numbers will only grow," Scumbag Kakarot said.
Ao Run had gone numb by the time he finished listening. Even counting Hongjun and Houtu, the Primordial World had only eight Saints, yet this Great World of Heaven and Earth had nearly a hundred thousand Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals of the same rank as Saints. Mixed Yuan Golden Immortals truly counted for less than dogs here, while Saints were everywhere.
"May I see your true form, Senior?" Ao Run asked Ao Tian.
"No problem, old dragon," Ao Tian said.
With that, he soared into the air and revealed his true form: a blue-and-white thunder dragon. He stretched across untold hundreds of millions of miles, too vast to see in his entirety.
Scumbag Kakarot projected Ao Tian's entire form into the old Dragon King's divine sense, leaving him wide-eyed and speechless.
From the old Dragon King's perspective, Ao Tian had a majestic, horned head wreathed in lightning. His nine claws commanded thunder and lightning, while his head summoned wind and rain. A conservative estimate put his body at several hundred trillion zhang long.
Ao Tian turned his head toward the old Dragon King and said, "Well, old Dragon King? How do I compare to your ancestor, the Ancestral Dragon?"
Looking at Ao Tian's indescribably enormous head, the old Dragon King answered in a trembling voice, "Compared to you, our ancestor was nothing but a little loach, not worth mentioning."
Ao Tian resumed his human form and returned to Scumbag Kakarot's side. "Naturally. Your ancestor was only at the peak of the Mixed Yuan