After transforming into the dragon of creation, Huang Xiaolong immediately felt that the pressure on him had reduced significantly. Hence, he accelerated forward.

“It seems like the Son of Mystic has left the Origin Sea?” Huang Xiaolong wondered to himself as he surveyed the broken space in front of him. The world-destroying violent energy in the broken space up ahead was roaring in his ears.

Even a majestic beast king such as Di Shuang couldn’t withstand this degree of world-destroying energy. Therefore, Huang Xiaolong believed that the Son of Mystic couldn’t as well, irrespective of the many various treasures he had.

Huang Xiaolong was disappointed. 

He was betting on the Son of Mystic knowing Huang Shuai’s whereabouts, as well as the identity of the Main Mystical Pavilion Master. If he couldn’t find the Son of Mystic, then there was...