Lin Bai didn't know that the moment he held the Dao Fruit in his hand, the Dao Yun in Lin Bai's body became more numerous.
The more Tao rhyme there is, the greater the hope of breaking through the Tao realm.
Lin Bai put away the jade box, looked at the more than 700 portraits in the Ascension Hall, cupped his fists and saluted, and said respectfully: "In the ancient continent, Lin Bai, a junior warrior, came to the White Dragon Sect today to take away the Dao Fruit. Lin Bai
Thanks to the White Dragon Sect for the gift, if he attains enlightenment one day, he will definitely restore the White Dragon Sect!"
As soon as Lin Bai finished speaking, the more than 700 portraits of the White Dragon Sect's ancestors in the Feisheng Hall all ignited with flames.
All the portraits, at this moment, were turned into ashes and annihilated.
"In order to get rid of the pain, I walked deep into the mountains to find the magic medicine!"
"In order to seek strength, worship the sect and cultivate magical powers!"
"In order to gain immortality and gain the fruit of Taoism, I have to endure nine calamities!"
"All living beings are ants, and Heaven is ruthless, but... mortals only have dreams!"
In the empty Feisheng Hall, a faint sigh came from the air.
It tells the helplessness of this world and the vicissitudes of time!
Chapter completed!