I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

What came into view was a dragon with a body length of more than fifty feet and a single horn on its head circling in the sky, looking extremely excited.

"Dragon?"

"In ancient times, people could actually be called descendants of a true dragon?"

Lin Xuan looked at the dragon circling excitedly and couldn't help but complain.

In his own world, the Jiaolong is not even an orthodox divine dragon. At most, it is just a mixed blood with shallow bloodline.

No wonder the ancestral bloodline was so angry at the time. How could it not be angry when it was suppressed by something with "dragon power" that came out of nowhere?

"Owner!"

Long Ze, who had transformed into a dragon, sensed Lin Xuan and immediately swam over excitedly.

The huge body and ferocious dragon head approached Lin Xuan, knelt down deeply, and was extremely respectful to Lin Xuan.

"You're in good shape!"

Lin Xuan put away his complicated thoughts and gave a formal exclamation of praise.

"Yes Master!"

Long Ze was extremely excited: "I have completely integrated my spirit and body by using the accelerated time. I have also mastered the Dragon Transformation Sutra and activated my bloodline. I can now transform into a dragon."

The essence of the Dragon Transformation Sutra is to transform into a dragon. It is impossible to practice it successfully without dragon blood.

Of course, this is not a restriction for Lin Xuan.

However, it seems that the ancestor's bloodline dislikes this kind of "transformation into a dragon", and Lin Xuan cannot rely on his bloodline to transform into a dragon, but he can still intercept the key and integrate it into the Immortal Heavenly Scripture.

But this is different for Longze. After he transforms into a dragon, he can burst out with power beyond his own limit.

This was also the basis for the ancient rivalry between the descendants of the true dragon and the clan of the king's bloodline.

"go!"

"Go to the East Region!"

Lin Xuan took a step into the air and stood directly on the dragon head.

Long Ze did not resist at all, and even let out an extremely excited dragon roar.

The sound of the dragon's roar spread throughout the Holy Land of Shenxiao. Countless people looked up at the sky and saw a horrifying scene.

They saw Lin Xuan, the legendary figure of the time who fascinated them, riding a divine dragon and flying away.

"Oh my god, it's Master Lin Feng!"

"Riding a dragon, so cool!"

"Wow... When will I be able to reach such a height?"

"Go to hell, don't even think about it, it's a dragon!"

This scene caused heated discussions throughout the holy land and made countless people more fascinated by Lin Xuan.

"Exquisitely heroic!"

“It’s getting more and more fascinating!”

"I hope that in the future, as a master, I can still keep up with his footsteps."

Liu Ruyan's face showed a slightly complicated expression as she watched Lin Xuan go away.

"Junior sister, if you listen to my advice, we can actually end the master-disciple relationship, and then... hehe... you know."

Wang Xuanfeng suddenly appeared beside Liu Ruyan, speaking with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Liu Ruyan's face darkened, a rare moment. "Brother, you're still talking nonsense."

"I'm a devoted immortal and haven't thought about these things. My admiration for the strong is just my nature."

"Also, hasn't Senior Brother found a Taoist companion yet? Instead of trying to persuade me, why not try it yourself?"

"Humph……"

Liu Ruyan snorted lightly at last, not bothering to pay attention to Wang Xuanfeng, and turned away.

Wang Xuanfeng was speechless. "What's wrong with not having actual combat? A Taoist companion? It will only slow down my stick movement speed."

"This God of War is the fastest and most powerful being!"

Angry complaints lingered in the air, and Wang Xuanfeng also left.

The heated atmosphere in the Shenxiao Holy Land continued, and everyone was talking about the figure riding the dragon.

Lin Xuan didn't know all this and continued eastward, breaking through the clouds and fog.

After Longze transformed into a dragon, his speed was even faster than a flying boat, and was not weaker than Wang Xuanfeng's full strength.

Long Ze's power was evaporating, completely isolating the strong wind generated by the rapid movement.

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the dragon head, not affected at all.

"In other words, you haven't reached the Pseudo-Emperor level yet? Your cultivation level isn't good enough!"

Looking at Long Ze sitting below, Lin Xuan couldn't help but complain.

He originally thought that Long Ze would be able to reach the pseudo-emperor level after activating his bloodline, but now it seems that he was overthinking it.

A bitter smile appeared on Long Ze's ferocious dragon face: "Master, the fusion of the Pure Yang Spirit has already eroded my cultivation. Although I have made a big step forward after activating my bloodline, I am still one step away from becoming a pseudo-emperor."

"But Master, with my current strength, even a pseudo-emperor with a spiritual sea of ​​6,000 miles or even 7,000 miles can be no problem."

At the pinnacle of immortality, 4999 miles of mental power is the ultimate, and 5000 miles is the level of pseudo-emperor.

This is the watershed between the realm of immortality and the realm of emperor, and the span is huge.

One must cultivate until one's spiritual power reaches ten thousand miles and condenses into an emperor's soul, only then can one truly step into the last realm of the immortal realm, the realm of the great emperor.

This is where the saying "all are ants under the emperor" comes from.

"Alright, that's not bad. At least I'm a pseudo-emperor."

Lin Xuan's perfunctory words made Long Ze want to cry but have no tears.

Once upon a time, the noble descendants of the True Dragon were also despised because their fighting power was not enough to defeat the heavens...