Two thousand years ago, Mo Yun's spirit pet, the ancient Azure Dragon of a hundred levels, was known as the Dragon Immortal.,However, since I have returned to practice and am on my way back to the peak of my power, the time for your demise will come. 。Mo Yun's eyes lit up, clenching his fists, unconsciously bringing a hint of killing intent. 。At first, Long Xian was just Mo Yun's ordinary spirit pet. 。Mo Yun spent countless resources to help it reach level 100. 。Dragons and Immortals of the hundred ranks, their realm is equal to that of Emperors, and even because of the inherent advantages of their spirit beasts, they are a step stronger than ordinary Emperors. 。It can be said that it is now the absolute pinnacle of all worlds. 。Unfortunately, Mo Yun's painstaking cultivation of the Dragon Fairy ultimately led to her choosing betrayal. 。But now Mo Yun has returned, and he is confident that he can make Long Xian pay a heavy price for this. 。,When it comes to raising spirit pets, even the most renowned immortal pales in comparison to him. 。He has cultivated more than five hundred-level demon immortals. 。Given just a little more time, there's no doubt that he will cultivate even stronger spirit beasts and refine even more elixirs. 。When that time comes, it will be the end of Longxian. 。"Mo Yun, you're awake" 。It seemed as if it had heard Mo Yun's voice, the door creaked open. 。Walking towards me was Yi Ba, clad in white, like a waterfall cascading down. Her skin was fair and her smile was flawless. 。A pair of eyes clear and bright. 。She is even more radiant under the candlelight. 。"Evening, I'm fine. " 。These days, thank you for taking care of me. 。Mo Yun carefully recalled everything in his current life, and he had a clear understanding of everything. He was the "Saint" of the Ling Hou Mansion in the Great Emperor Dynasty, with unparalleled talent and the respect of all people. 。The current generation's noble lord even had his son, Jia Xi, betrothed to Mo Yun. 。But all of that is in the past. Four years ago, when Mo Yun was twelve, Linghou Mansion was attacked. Mo Yun's cultivation spirit bone was taken, and he has been downcast ever since. 。become a cripple 。When walls fall, everyone pushes. Mo Yun's status plummeted, and if it weren't for Jia Xi's care, he might not have survived. 。Looking at Mo Yun, whose face was as pale as death, Jia Xi hesitated before speaking. 。Once upon a time, Mo Yun was so dazzling and brilliant. But now he's so desolate... should I tell him even worse news。