Time flies, a hundred thousand years have passed.
Myriad Beasts Island, Myriad Beasts Garden.
In a Practice Room, Shen Long sat cross-legged on a golden cushion, his body covered in a golden radiant glow.
After a while, a Voice Transmission Paper Crane flew in, circling around Shen Long continuously.
The golden glow on his body dissipated, and he opened his eyes. With a flick of his fingers, a red light shot out, hitting the Voice Transmission Paper Crane.
The runes on the Voice Transmission Paper Crane shone brightly, and Su Changfeng's voice echoed: "Master, there's news about the Golden Immortal Realm True Spirit Devouring Immortal Cicada."
"There's finally news about the Golden Immortal Realm True Spirit Devouring Immortal Cicada."
Shen Long's face showed delight, and he got up and went out.
Su Changfeng was standing outside Qingpeng Pavilion, looking respectful.
