But it seemed that it was precisely because of these meaningless things that he was driven to walk further and further down a meaningless path.
He doubted whether he could truly find peace and become a Bodhisattva or an Immortal Venerable after everything settled.
"..."
Taoist Mao Feng, seeing the emotions properly set, cast a glance at Ling Su.
In such a situation, personally parading this Demon Dragon around and then slaying it would leave an indelible impression on these mortals.
Ling Su nodded in understanding.
The White Dragon seemed to pick up on their thoughts, fear flashing in its bloodshot eyes. In its current state, even the desire for self-slaughter was a luxury.
Just then, it suddenly felt a slender hand land beside its eye socket.
The White Dragon trembled and looked to the side.
It saw the serene gaze of the gentle young man who patted its head lightly. In the next moment, an overwhelming Tribulation Power surged into its skull.
