Above the main seat, there is a 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, with a dignified posture, looking extremely noble and unattainable, as if she is in the clouds and mist, as misty as an immortal.
Her figure was illusory, her appearance was unclear, and she could not see clearly. However, in the eyes of Zhuang Ming and others, she seemed to have a peerless grace, which shocked everyone's minds.
"Your Majesty is here, Zhuang Ming is not welcome at a distance, please forgive me."
Zhuang Ming took a step forward, gave a salute, and said, "I wonder where the god Zun came from? What are you doing here?"
The woman on the high jade chair cast her deep eyes on everyone in the hall.
Everyone felt that the atmosphere in the hall had become much heavier again, as if a mountain was pressing on everyone, making them unable to breathe.
Even though he was as strong as Zhuang Ming, his heart sank.
He took a deep breath and did not say anything more appealing to people, such as "All the people present are his confidants, there is no need to avoid it." He only waved his hand.
Fu Lao, Shuang Ling, Bai Qing and others all retreated.
As the young master said, if the young master cannot defeat 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 Nanling."
The woman in white looked down, extremely cold, 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.
Not even Patriarch Wuyuan had ever given him such profound uneasiness.
But the feeling of uneasiness brought about by this woman in white still makes his heart palpitate to this day.
When the woman in white mentioned the word Nan Ling, he was sure that she was not from this world.
This is a great figure who survived from ancient times.
After 60,000 years, those who can still survive to this day must be those who built the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan and became immortals by forging cauldrons.
At least she used to be a person who had stepped into that realm.
As for whether he is still standing on the realm of Zhenxuan now, it is hard to say.
But no matter whether the opponent has surpassed Zhenxuan or not, Zhuang Ming also knows himself. At present, the opponent is still too powerful to the point where he cannot compete.
She has the power to directly obliterate herself.
Even with the power of Shangyuan Fenshen to transform thoughts, even with the twenty-four incarnations outside the body, it is difficult to escape at this moment.
So Zhuang Ming gave up the idea of escape.
But what he was confused about was that if this woman in white was an ancient immortal god, she should still exist like a stone statue. How could she appear here?
Thoughts were swirling in his mind, but he didn't reveal much. He just bowed and said, "Why did the Lord say this?"
He did not deny the existence of the Southern Territory Lord. Since the other party saw through it at a glance, he could not help but quibble.
If he quibbles over such an obvious matter, after being seen through at a glance, if he needs to quibble and lie later, the other party will not easily believe it again.
If you want to win people's trust in a lie, you 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 woman in white is even more terrifying than Ancestor Wuyuan. She cannot 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 blood descendant of Nan Ling, but you are no longer the original son of Nan Ling."
The woman in white said softly: "After I entered Tianyu Blessed Land, you must have had a premonition of my arrival. Your bloodline can be said to be extremely pure. If you look at bloodline alone, you and the son of Nanling should be indistinguishable."
Zhuang Ming's heart sank. He never thought that this woman could figure out the truth at a glance.
He has the purest bloodline of the Southern Territory Lords.
But it's not the original young dragon king.
"With the body of a true dragon, it is stored in the Dantian. As a golden elixir of the Great Dao, you will have power comparable to the real person of the golden elixir. You will also cover the whole body of the true dragon with the seal of Zhenxuan, so that you will be comparable to a practitioner of the Zhenxuan series.
And the great road leads to the same destination through different paths, and the true dragon's cultivation also takes this to enter the true and mysterious realm."
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 little trick. In front of the God, it can't be said to be clever."
The woman in white said calmly: "However, no one is willing to let a real dragon enter the body and act as a golden elixir, and no ancient beast is willing to give up its freedom and become the source of other people's mana... Moreover, mana and the body are not from the same source.
, there must be rebuttal, but you did not rebut."
Zhuang Ming paused for a moment and said calmly: "The dragon is me, and I am the dragon."
The woman in white looked a little surprised and said: "Did you cultivate an external incarnation? But that's not right. These are obviously the original deity. So, it was you who cultivated a human body?"
Zhuang Ming's heart was moved, and he nodded and said: "In the battle that year, I was seriously injured. I knew that if I appeared again, the world would be surrounded, so I made a human body as a cover."
This woman in white obviously doesn't know everything.
She still thought that she was the Dragon Lord back then.
In fact, to a certain extent, Zhuang Ming is indeed the Dragon Lord back then, because all the blood of the true dragon was absorbed by him, and all the inheritance belongs to him.
However, he was originally a human being who was transformed into a dragon body, but was mistakenly thought that he was transformed into a human body by using a dragon body.
Since the other party didn't see through this, Zhuang Ming didn't explain too much and just accepted the situation.
"You are quite smart."
The woman in white said this and said aloud: "Actually, I have met you once not long ago."
Zhuang Ming nodded and said, "While we were on the road, I did notice some movement."
The woman in white looked down, her eyes were deep, and she said loudly: "Actually, I came back to Tianyu Blessed Land because of you."
Zhuang Ming frowned slightly and said hesitantly: "If that's the case, then why did Zun Shen leave directly 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 deduce, but there is no need to deduce.
Because this woman in white would obviously tell him.
"Dongyuan Realm, the eighth mansion, a remote place, there should be a common warehouse of your Zhuang Company."
"Honored God..." Zhuang Ming understood immediately, but his heart felt a little heavier.
"It seems that the Spirit King has completely fallen." The woman in white said: "It is just an obsession that has been transformed into mortal stone and has remained for many years, not the real body..."
"..."
The thoughts in Zhuang Ming's mind were spinning. The mythical beast called the Spirit King was just an obsession. So what about the woman in white?
Is it just an obsession, or is it true?
Or is it another way to escape from the ancient catastrophe?
What is the truth about the ancient catastrophe?
How much does this living ancient immortal god know?
His thoughts kept turning, but he heard the woman in white speak again.
"Son of Nanling, how much do you know about the ancient catastrophe?"
The woman in white said it in an understatement, but she felt an unspeakable sense of oppression.
Zhuang Ming immediately responded: "Sleeping in the dragon egg, I don't know much. Most of them are informed by the obsession of the Spirit King."
He didn't say he didn't know anything.
I don’t know much, but I know a little.
If you don't know at all, it's hard to say whether the other party will have murderous intentions once they are angry.
Although this woman in white has peerless grace and makes people feel awe and respect, we have never met her before, so who knows what her temperament is like?
If he was moody, and he didn't know anything about it, and directly made murderous intentions, wouldn't he be setting himself up in a cocoon?