Zhang Fusheng raised his eyebrows; what a coincidence.
"Continue."
"Secondly, the Dragon Palace Crown Prince, the Eight Celestial Dragons... If you examine the full view of the Netherworld, you should be able to discern a few clues."
Zhang Fusheng was surprised, and his thoughts soared higher, higher, and higher still.
From an infinite height, looking down at the Netherworld, he saw that the entire Netherworld was shaped like a winding, twisting long strip,
resembling a snake— or rather, a dragon.
He thought of what Tiangong, who had seized Li Xiuyuan's body, had said about how the Little White Dragon was suppressed beneath the earth, turned into a dragon pulse, and consumed by Earth Deities and ghosts...
Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood, and sighed softly,
"So this is the place where the Little White Dragon is transformed into a dragon pulse?"
