At this moment, the Grand Palace was utterly silent, and out of thin air, a figure appeared, sitting cross-legged. Motionless like dry wood, it seemed fossilized, with no trace of life force.
In such a state, it truly resembled a Stone Man, yet it was not a body of stone but still one of flesh and blood, bearing some resemblance to the three Supreme Ancestor Gods from the Eternal Unknown Place of yore.
It was Xiao Chen. He had been hiding beneath the Jiuzhou Continent, cultivating for many years. After reflecting on the people of his past, he thought that only the Little Stubborn Dragon might have survived, so he came to the Yellow River. After years of searching, they finally met again, and since then, he had secluded himself here to cultivate.
"Since we've all come out of seclusion, let's head into the mortal realm for a while." The Little Stubborn Dragon stood up.
