The Carp Eagle dreamscape.
The Sen clan lineage.
Here, Primordial Qi was abundant, Spiritual Springs gushed forth, and all sorts of colorful mists and rainbows streaked across the sky.
Dense spiritual energy materialized into tangible starlight, brilliant and beckoning.
It formed Cyan Lotuses, Star Gods, or Golden Dragons... The extravagance was absolute.
And at the very core, within the cluster of magnificent palaces, immortal mists shimmered and iridescent light flowed, like a piece of the celestial realm itself.
ROAR—
From beyond the clouds, a Flood Dragon's cry suddenly rang out.
Everyone heard the sound and looked up.
They saw Fang Yang walking in slowly from the outside, the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword hanging from his waist.
He wore a black robe, his posture was tall and straight, and his expression was serene.
His entrance was simple, even ordinary.
