From such a distance, it was impossible to see what the small dot was, so Li Zhiyuan directly asked:

"Have you seen whose bloodline Chen Jing from the Demon Clan belongs to?"

Zhao Yi: "Either a wolf or a dog, in any case, it has a sharp nose."

The wind in the mountains blew swiftly, and the people in the mountains walked quickly as well.

As the distance closed, the two black dots, one large and one small, gradually turned into a man in a black robe and a wolfdog following beside him.

Zhao Yi: "Guess, who do you think he is?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Let's just make a bet, whether his surname is Yu or not."

The man and the dog came forward.

The black-robed man's face was covered by his hat, obscuring his true appearance, but his exposed hands and the half of his forearms were full of horrific scars.

Each scar seemed like a living entity, exuding a chilling pressure, as if silently telling a stirring story.

Like a single leaf heralds the arrival of autumn, there must be many more such scars on the other's body.

This is definitely a burden unimaginable to ordinary people, but he bore it all by himself.

The black-robed man gave off the feeling of a mountain; he was not tall, but incredibly imposing.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi instinctively stepped aside to give way for him to continue up the mountain.

Earlier, the two were discussing his identity; now, one aspect of it was already certain.

Only by witnessing firsthand, even if indirectly through the remnants of divine thought, could one grasp that the legend and mark of an era are not mere exaggerations.

Indeed, when he stands before you, you know who he is, without him needing to announce his identity, because someone of his existence can single-handedly hold up a gate.

In the past, Li Zhiyuan had asked Tan Wenbin to send a Dragon King's Order to the Bai family on his behalf, but that Dragon King's Order referred to the Dragon King's Court, not the Dragon King himself.

The young man finally understood what the true "Dragon King's Order" meant, why throughout history, Dragon Kings could easily summon the local Xuanmen people to rally around them to suppress Evil and eliminate chaos.

This sense of oppression, this texture, this resonance, he just needed to stand in front, wave his hand, and those who would respond would gather instantly.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, his expression somewhat excited. He knew the black-robed man was not his ancestor, but today, he truly felt a touch of Zhao Wuyang's old charm through this manner.

Bear in mind, this was the result of the other party desperately suppressing his aura. If the Dragon King unleashed himself, what kind of terror would that be?

A yellow mongrel dog walked alongside the black-robed man, with a small red string tied around its neck, and at the end of the string hung a silver coin.

This mongrel seemed ordinary, completely inferior in appearance to Xiao Hei at Li Zhiyuan's home, but how could a dog that followed this person be ordinary? It was merely as low-key as its master, not revealing its true form.

At this moment, the black-robed man, who had already walked past the two of them, suddenly stopped.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi immediately raised their eyelids. Could it be... he noticed the two of them?

The divine thought map, however mysterious, was merely a completed painting from the past. Yet now, the person in the painting and the viewer had formed some wondrous resonance.

The black-robed man turned around, pushed his hat back to reveal his weathered face.

Though not too old, the wrinkles on his face seemed like knife carvings, and the spots looked like dreadful curses, making him appear far older than he was, almost at the end of his rope.

His eyes were quite cloudy, yet they did not hinder his consciousness from piercing forth, clearly focusing on the two before him.

The mongrel dog wagged its tail, also turning around, curiously and bewilderedly surveying its surroundings.

The black-robed man asked, "With life nearing its end, should one continue to linger on?"

Each word was like a hammer, pounding into Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi's minds, vibrating through their consciousness.

Zhao Yi's lips trembled as he opened them, "It seems... perhaps not... right?"

His ancestor Zhao Wuyang was confirmed to have died of natural causes.

The Jiujiang Zhao family no longer produced a Dragon King, and no matter how good the management, it couldn't compare to having a Dragon King in the seat. Because of this, the descendants and even the family's elders often lamented that if only the ancestor could have lived a bit longer it would be better.

For such an existence, there are too many ways to continue in the world.

Zhao Yi, in a sense, used his ancestor's choice to answer this man before him.

The black-robed man looked at Zhao Yi, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He acknowledged the answer.

Zhao Yi felt a relief in his heart. If not intentionally maintained, he would have almost broken away from this divine thought map and returned to reality while answering the question.

Under such pressure, there was little room for lying and hiding, especially before this man.

Li Zhiyuan spoke:

"Living longer would not be beautiful."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed man first parted his lips, then burst into a hearty laugh: "Hahaha..."

Evidently, he was very satisfied with this answer.

The black-robed man turned around and continued to walk forward, faster and faster, almost running, while the mongrel dog struggled to keep up.

"Indeed, I, Yu Tiannan, have lived a magnificent life, and should die a forthright death!"

At the mountain's peak, a heavy dark cloud appeared, and within it, a twisted and ferocious giant face manifested, roaring angrily and panic-stricken toward the black-robed man who persistently advanced up the mountain and approached it!