"But there doesn't seem to be anyone else here. Who would I be shouting to? To bolster my own courage?"
"Come to think of it, I should've included a few more words in that talisman I sent to notify my nominal senior sister and King Hanli."
"Something like... I think there's still a chance to save me."
"Would cracking one more damn joke at a time like this make me seem especially debonair?"
The Spiritual Power flowing backward gradually filled his dantian, swelling it further and further, as though it would burst in the next instant!
The three Numinous Treasures inside his dantian seemed to sense the danger. They began working, trying to devour and convert the reversed Spiritual Power, but Cui Jiuyang forcibly suppressed them.
He took one last look at the Dragon-Transformation Wall inside his dantian and suddenly felt a little apologetic. "Looks like... I'll have to break my promise to a beautiful lady..."
His dantian had swollen to its limit, and his Divine Soul was on the verge of collapse!
Cui Jiuyang seemed to see once more the great fog that had brought him a hundred years into the past.
"All right."
"That's enough."
"These past six months or so have been far more exciting than the twenty-odd years before them!"
"I suppose it was worth it."
Then, just as Cui Jiuyang was about to ignite the first ripple of his own within his dantian...
"ROAR!!!"
A dragon's cry that resounded through heaven and earth and pierced the soul exploded beside his ears without warning!
That dragon's cry drowned out the earth splitting and mountains collapsing, the howling winds, and every sound of rocks bursting apart!
Immediately afterward, an utmost chill enveloped Cui Jiuyang's entire body, freezing him solid inside and out. Even the Spiritual Power about