But Nangong Yu relied on intuition and believed that the shaman leader would definitely succeed.

Somewhere in the ancient world.

"Haha, another god-emperor is about to appear. Shaman leader, this little boy, if I have the opportunity, I can practice swordsmanship with him..."

A woman's voice sounded.

There was a sense of arrogance and coldness in her tone, as if the shaman leader who had attained the divine emperor realm was nothing more than that in her heart.

Somewhere in the void.

A white-haired old man in sackcloth, leaning on a dragon crutch, stood on a step, staring in the direction of the shaman religion.

"Haha, my Shenlong Dao has not been born for a long time. It seems that many people have already turned a deaf ear to the rules we set..."

The old man in sackcloth chuckled, his eyes were gentle, and he didn't look angry at all.

Half a stick of incense passed.

The old man in sackcloth showed a sign of vicissitudes of life on his face, shook his head and said with a smile: "Forget it, the Shenlong Way that set the rules back then is very different from the current Shenlong Way. Some people are willing to transform into dragons, so just let them go..."
Chapter completed!