No heaven, no earth exists—only the boundless Chaotic Space, wreathed in drifting mists.
The sounds of water currents could be heard from all directions.
Rippling...
At times like a gentle stream, flowing endlessly.
At times like a mighty river, roaring tumultuously.
"Wujiang Dragon Palace."
Lu Qingfeng muttered softly, then suppressed the emerging thoughts and sat down cross-legged.
The foundation of the Wujiang Dragon Palace far surpassed that of the Min River, and the power of the Wujiang Dragon Lord was certainly not inferior to the Min River Dragon Lord. Lu Qingfeng was still not prepared to tackle the grievances suffered by Ao Le during his youth.
For now, put aside.
The fortune in the Dragon Transformation Pond was considerable.
Lu Qingfeng did not wish to waste it.
"Such a pity."
"Seven hundred years of arduous cultivation, yet I remain in the Gathering Law Realm, unable to utilize the Dragon Transformation Pond to swiftly enhance my cultivation level."
