The distance from the dragon's head to the ground was no more than five meters, yet at this height, Ning Fan somehow felt an exhilarating sense of towering over all others.
The mountain need not be high; having an Immortal makes it spiritual.
Ning Fan's exhilaration came not from the height but from the Black Dragon beneath his feet.
Conquering the most perilous peaks in the world was no match for stepping on a mythical creature.
"Divine Spirits... are nothing special!"
Ning Fan secretly scoffed, no longer fearing those lofty Immortal Gods as he once did.
"What's the difference between Divine Spirits and Mortals? They just possess more powerful strength. If I wield invincible power, Immortals, Gods, Demons, Buddhas, are all within my thoughts."
In this instant, Ning Fan's state of mind became open and clear, the shadow of losing his Golden Core vanished completely.
"You don't mind me stepping on your head, do you?"
