Flying to the Ninth Heaven

"Disciple."

The grey-robed middle-aged man shouted toward the outside.

A figure who had been cultivating at the other end of the castle dashed out like a Flowing Light and immediately appeared in front of the grey-robed man.

This young man had an arrogant look on his face and a blood-red saber on his back.

"Master." the young man responded respectfully.

"Go pick up this little guy," the grey-robed man ordered.

"Okay," the young man replied with a flicker of delight in his eyes.

He quickly set out, accompanied by dozens of colossal figures.

Those colossal figures were giant Bone Dragons!

On the fifth floor of the Earth Core Palace, Jian Wushuang was feeling really good.

His body, from his skin, muscles, blood, bones, and organs, to each and every cell, began to metamorphosis.

This metamorphosis was like a worm changing into a butterfly.