The following day.
This was Xue Jing's seventh day entering the Intersecting Boundaries.
Early in the morning, Xue Jing awoke from his slumber as the sky was already fully lit.
He had slept directly on the ground with the sky as his blanket.
As soon as he woke up, he performed a carp flip from the ground, shook his whole body vigorously, scattering the morning dew that clung to him, instantly feeling dry and comfortable again.
He looked to his side, where the body of the True Dragon that had lain beside him had now vanished; in its place remained an egg slightly larger than a basketball.
The outer shell of the egg resembled the black bark of a tree, just like the pattern of the True Dragon's scales.
Xue Jing stretched out his left hand and picked up the egg.
Heavier than its appearance suggested, the egg must have weighed over twenty kilograms, which was quite heavy for something the size of a basketball.
