The Cangji Minghai lay to the north of the Descending Dragon Continent, separated from it by two seas, whose level of cultivation surpassed that of the Descending Dragon Continent but not quite reaching that of the Southern Celestial Sea.
Fang Wang rode the dragon, leaping over mountains, rivers, and lakes. The common people and cultivators along the way who saw Xiao Zi's majestic dragon form couldn't help but shout in amazement, and some even knelt down to worship.
Having just completed a closed-door cultivation of nine thousand eight hundred years, Fang Wang had not yet fully released the pressure in his heart, so he did not conceal himself, while Xiao Zi wanted to show off. The more attention it attracted, the more excited it became.
The Hongxuan Emperor had been observing Fang Wang the entire way, for he wished to know whether Fang Wang had been possessed.
Such talent, who wouldn't be envious?