Tie Qingyao stared blankly at Qing Chen. Ten years ago, he had already been frighteningly strong, shattering a demon's body with his spear, subduing the Ghost Python with his palm, and meeting Devour the Sea head-on.
And now, his aura seemed even stronger, and he seemed more assured. Simply standing there, he gave people the sense that he could hold the situation steady.
Tie Ming opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He had just broken through to the Nascent Soul middle stage, and a moment ago, he had felt somewhat pleased with himself.
After all, reaching the middle stage just over a hundred years after advancing to Nascent Soul was extremely fast even within the Nine Nether Aristocratic Clan.
But standing before Qing Chen now, that little bit of pride was like a flame doused with cold water, extinguished in an instant. It felt as though a whole generation separated them.
Tie Shou carefully studied his adoptive father's expression. For even his adoptive father, Tie Zhan, to look so grave meant that Qing Chen's ten years in seclusion had certainly not been spent in vain.
Perhaps this "savior" really could contend with Long Yuan.
Qing Chen's gaze swept over them before finally settling on the Primordial Magnetism Cauldron in Tie Zhan's hand. What a fine treasure! The greater his mastery of primordial magnetism became, the more of its mysteries he could discern.
Sensing that something was off about the atmosphere, he calmly asked, "What happened?"
Tie Zhan suppressed his shock and said gravely, "Something up above has blocked our way back, and it's quite troublesome."
Qing Chen said nothing, gesturing for him to continue.
Tie Zhan said, "The Demon Race has blocked the way above. Long Yuan, the Black Water Flood Dragon and son of the Dragon Lord