‘These buddha dragons seem different from the other Dragonfolk. That sprawling temple is amazing, almost like one of the buddhist schools. I wonder how strong they are. I definitely can’t do anything rash, but I do need to check the situation out.’

Yang Qi knew that, just like the Tusita Heaven, the Eight Tribes Heaven had mysterious and unpredictable old-timers, experts with consummate and invincible divine abilities who could easily destroy him if they joined forces. Right now, he was about as strong as a demigod patriarch, perhaps even a bit stronger. But if a whole group of demigods set up a spell formation to use against him, he would be in big trouble.

He’d seen the clone of the emperor of the Tusita Heaven, and knew that he wasn’t prepared to deal with the might of demigods.

If he could rise one more level and become a Tempered God, he would have much less to fear. And of course, further breakthroughs would eventually make it so that no old-timer could handle...