Chapter 129

• Above the void, Yin Yang throbbed, and Ji Yuanyang watched the black-robed boy who had just fallen silent in the small altar.
• "The power of melting the soul, filling the body of the soul dragon, white cyan and purple gold, the back and front dragon claws, the winding dragon body, the lofty dragon head, the four colors are perfect, the soul dragon regenerates, the clouds ride the fog, and then you can enter the dragon soul palace..."
• The low voice of self-talk resounded everywhere, looking at the mottled altar that accompanied him all his life, Ji Yuanyang's tone was filled with emotion of time. He still remembered the excitement when he first touched the altar when he was young. In a blink of an eye, the vicissitudes of life, how many years have passed now, maybe Ji Yuanyang himself does not want to remember.