As the boundless heavenly light descended, Yi Chen's mud pill palace shone with a slowly dissolving white crystal light. With the aid of the Dao realm, in the blink of an eye, an eight-meter-tall silver-white Daoist stood tall between heaven and earth, like a god looking down upon the mortal world, his cold eyes gazing down upon the two humans.
As for why Yi Chen did not extend his spirit to the extreme height of ten meters, it was naturally to hide his true capability.
"Such divine power seeds grasped by you, fellow Daoist, are truly beyond what this old man has ever heard of. The younger generations are indeed to be feared," the robed elder leaning on the dragon-headed cane stepped forward three paces, looking up at Yi Chen and said hoarsely.
With a tap of his dragon-headed cane, the elder suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke, instantly merging into the cane. In the blink of an eye, a sinister black dragon over ten meters long appeared opposite Yi Chen.
