Chapter 1761: The Successor

He truly did not understand why he had inexplicably appeared here, and moreover, encountered a giant dragon.

Zhao Yang's heart was filled with doubt; he decided to first figure out what place this was before making any plans.

"Let us go! I will take you to a place, and then you will know!" the giant dragon said.

Zhao Yang was just about to follow when he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. The next moment, he fainted. When Zhao Yang regained consciousness again, he found himself lying on a bed.

The room was very simple, lacking even a single piece of clothing. The only conspicuous things were a jade tablet in the corner and several medicinal herbs.

"Little one! You are finally awake, come quickly and eat those spirit herbs!" At that moment, that familiar voice sounded.

Zhao Yang looked over that way and discovered that it was actually his own soul. He hurriedly ran over, picked up the jade pendant and the herbs, and swallowed them.

As the herbs were swallowed into his stomach, a piece of information suddenly surged into Zhao Yang's mind—this was a celestial herb called "Creation Immortal Dew," which had the effect of washing the marrow and refining the hair, capable of tempering the physical body. At the same time, it possessed a magical effect that could increase a martial artist's strength.

After reading this, Zhao Yang could not help but feel a mix of surprise and joy.

"So magical? I have already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm!" Zhao Yang exclaimed in surprise, "If I cultivate at this speed, within five years I will break through to the Qi Refining realm, and then step into higher realms!"

"Of course! I am an Immortal Emperor!" that voice said proudly. "Realms that others need ten or eight years to reach are nothing to me!"

Hearing this fellow's arrogant tone, Zhao Yang could not help but pout.

Although this soul looked very powerful, he always remembered how this fellow had previously tricked and swindled him. This fellow was simply a scammer!

"Alright!" Zhao Yang said lazily, "Whose body is this now? Where is he?"

That soul chuckled strangely: "That depends on you to find out. This body originally belonged to me, but for some special reason I could not possess it; now it belongs to you."

"Oh?" Zhao Yang was somewhat surprised, "Does this mean my physical body died? But my soul was not damaged!"

His face kept changing expressions.

"Your physical body rotted into ash long ago," the soul continued, "This body is the gathering of my essence, so it can allow your Nascent Soul to temporarily stay here; otherwise, you would have been dead long ago!"

"Oh." Zhao Yang nodded thoughtfully.

He now completely believed that this soul was real, because these pieces of information could not possibly be fabricated.