The ninety-five dragons each spit streams of draconic qi, which merged together into an extremely lifelike golden dragon. It turned into a golden beam of light that shot through the air and merged into Meng Hao. As it swirled through his body, an incredibly refreshing feeling filled him.
Cracking sounds could be heard from inside him, and an otherworldly aura seemed to be washing over him, like a baptism. It almost seemed as if he had formed a resonance with the land, and could now see various Daoist magics and natural laws wherever he looked.
Meng Hao’s mind trembled as the figure looked away from him.
“The Tang Emperor!” gasped Meng Hao. He was certain that the person just now…. was the Emperor of the Great Tang!
“The lands of South Heaven are filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers….” he thought. “The Emperor of the Great Tang has an unfathomable cultivation base. Is South Heaven the only place like this, or are the other planets similar? Perhaps only people in the same Realm as father can understand such things.”
Meng Hao clasped hands and bowed toward Chang’an. Then, he transformed into a beam of colorful light as he followed the Immortal Ancient Dao Medallion’s guidance toward the temple. His second true self became the shadow beneath him, following him wherever he went.
Meng Hao had just appeared outside the city, and was about to head off into the distance, when his eyes glittered.
“I heard mom say that the Ji Clan isn’t too far away from here….” A bashful smile appeared on his face and he rubbed his bag of holding. He still had many promissory notes inside, some of which were written by Chosen of the Ji Clan.
“I think it’s time to go settle accounts….” Meng Hao thought with a dry cough. He took out a jade slip which continued a detailed map of the vast Eastern Lands. After examining it for a moment, he headed toward the Ji Clan’s fortress….