The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

in the hall.

It was silent.

The atmosphere froze to the extreme.

Above the main seat, there is an extra jade chair out of thin air, which is exquisite, mysterious and radiant.

And on the jade chair, there is a woman in white, sitting high on it, her posture is dignified, she looks extremely noble, unattainable, as if in the clouds and mist, ethereal like a fairy.

Her figure is illusory, her face is unclear, and she cannot be seen clearly, but in the eyes of Zhuang Ming and others, she seems to have a peerless demeanor, shocking everyone's minds.

"The gods are coming to visit, Zhuang Ming has lost his way, please forgive me."

Zhuang Ming took a step forward, gave a salute, and said, "I don't know where the gods come from? What are you doing here?"

The woman on the high seat of the jade chair cast a deep gaze on everyone in the hall.

Everyone felt that the atmosphere in the hall was much heavier again, as if a mountain was pressing on them, and they couldn't breathe.

As strong as Zhuang Ming, but his heart sank for a moment.

He took a deep breath, and didn't say anything more convincing, such as "these are all his confidants, there is no need to avoid it", but waved his hand.

Fu Lao, Shuang Ling, Bai Qing and others all retreated.

As the young master said, if the young master is no match for the other party, they will not be able to defeat the other party. If they stay here, they will not be able to help the young master at all.

"Son of Nan Ling."

The woman in white looked down, extremely indifferent, and said: "You are very different from before."

Zhuang Ming's heart sank.

He had already suspected the origin of the person in front of him.

Even Patriarch Wu Yuan never gave him such deep anxiety.

But the sense of uneasiness brought by the woman in white has made him palpitate to this day.

When the woman in white mentioned the word "Nan Ling", he was sure that this person was not from the current world.

This is a great figure left over from the ancient times.

After 60,000 years, the ones who can survive to this day must be the ones on the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan who have cast a cauldron and become a celestial being.

At least she used to be a person who stepped into that realm.

As for whether he is still standing above the realm of Zhenxuan now, it is hard to say.

But no matter whether the opponent has surpassed Zhenxuan or not, Zhuang Ming also has self-knowledge. Right now, the opponent is still so strong that he can't compete with him.

She has the power to directly obliterate herself.

Even with the technique of Shangyuan distraction, even with the twenty-four external incarnations, it is difficult to escape at this moment.

So Zhuang Ming dispelled the thought of running away.

The only doubt in his heart is, if this woman in white is a former immortal god, she should still exist like a stone statue, how can she appear here?

Thoughts swirled in his mind, but he didn't show much, he just saluted and said, "Why did the gods say such things?"

He did not deny the existence of the Southern Territory lord. Since the other party saw through it at a glance, he couldn't help but argue.

If he quibbles on such an obvious matter, after being seen through at a glance, if he needs to quibble and lie later, the other party will not believe it easily.

If a lie wants to be believed, it must first use countless truths as a foreshadowing.

And he did not claim to be a true disciple of Jusheng Mountain.

Today's Jusheng Mountain is no longer the Jusheng Mountain of the past.

This white-clothed woman is even more terrifying than Patriarch Wuyuan, she can't be suppressed by Jusheng Mountain, and may even bring a greater crisis to the mountain gate.

In the hall, the atmosphere was slightly silent.

"You are a descendant of Nan Ling, but you are no longer the original son of Nan Ling."

The woman in white said softly: "After I entered the Heavenly Imperial Blessed Land, you must have had a premonition of my arrival. The blood is extremely pure. If it is only based on blood, you should be the same as the son of Nanling."

Zhuang Ming's heart sank, he never thought that this woman could find out the truth at a glance.

He has the purest blood of the lords of the southern domain.

But it was not the original young Dragon Lord.

"With the body of a real dragon, stored in the dantian, as the golden elixir of the Dao, you have the power comparable to that of a real person of the golden elixir, and with the seal of Zhenxuan, covering the whole body of a real dragon, so that you are comparable to a practitioner of the Zhenxuan series. But the way leads to the same goal by different routes, and the cultivation base of a real dragon can also be used to enter the realm of true mystery."

There seemed to be admiration in the eyes of the woman in white, and she said, "This kind of practice is unprecedented."

Zhuang Ming said slowly: "It's just a trick, it's not clever in front of the gods."

The woman in white said calmly: "However, there is no one who is willing to let a real dragon enter his body to act as a golden elixir, and no ancient beast is willing to give up his freedom to become the source of mana for others... Besides, mana and the body are not from the same source. , there must be rebuttal, but you did not retaliate."

Zhuang Ming paused, and said calmly: "The dragon is me, and I am the dragon."

The woman in white looked a little surprised, and said, "You cultivated an incarnation outside your body? But that's not right, these are obviously deities. So, you cultivated a human body?"

Zhuang Ming's heart moved, he nodded and said: "In the first battle, he was seriously injured, and he knew that if he reappeared in this world, the world would be encircled, so he made a human body as a cover."

The woman in white obviously didn't know everything.

She still thought that she was the Dragon Lord back then.

In fact, to a certain extent, Zhuang Ming was indeed the Dragon Lord back then, because he absorbed all the blood of the real dragon, and all the inheritance belonged to him.

It's just that he was originally a human body, and he was made into a dragon body, but he was mistaken for that, he was made into a human body with a dragon body.

Since the other party didn't see through this point, Zhuang Ming didn't explain too much, and followed the trend.

"You're smart, too."

The woman in white said so, and said aloud: "Actually, I have seen you not long ago."

Zhuang Ming nodded and said: "When I was on the road, I did notice the movement."

The woman in white looked down, her eyes were deep, and she said aloud: "Actually, I came back to Heaven's Blessed Land because of you."

Zhuang Ming frowned slightly, and said hesitantly, "If that's the case, then why did the Venerable God just leave before?"

The woman in white said, "Because you can't escape my sight."

Zhuang Ming suddenly fell silent.

The woman in white said, "Do you know where I went before?"

Zhuang Ming thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

He can extrapolate, but there is no need to extrapolate.

Because the woman in white would obviously tell him.

"East Yuan Realm, the Eighth Mansion, a remote place, it should be an ordinary warehouse of your Zhuang's business."

"Respect God..." Zhuang Ming suddenly understood, but his heart felt heavy again.

"It seems that the spirit king has completely fallen." The woman in white said, "It's just an obsession that melted into the mortal stone and survived for many years, not the body..."

"..."

Thoughts turned in Zhuang Ming's mind, that divine beast named Spirit King was just an obsession, so what about the woman in white?

Is it just obsession, or the real body?

Or is it another way, escaped from the ancient catastrophe?

What is the truth of the ancient catastrophe?

How much does this living ancient fairy god know?

He kept turning his thoughts, but he heard the woman in white speak again.

"Son of Nanling, how much do you know about the ancient catastrophe?"

When the woman in white said this, it was an understatement, but there was an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Zhuang Ming responded immediately: "Sleeping in the dragon's egg, I don't know much, most of them are told by the spirit king's obsession."

He didn't say he didn't know anything.

Don't know much, just know some.

If you don't know everything, it's hard to say whether the other party will have murderous thoughts once they get angry.

Although this woman in white has a peerless demeanor that makes people feel awed and respected, but she has never met before, who knows what kind of temperament she is?

If he is moody, and he doesn't know anything about it, and directly launches a murderous plan, isn't it just a cocoon?