"Enough talking, I'll send you to Ao Hong now. You'd better behave and not pull any tricks," Shen Luo said, not bothering to speak further with the Ancestral Dragon Soul and directly ordered.
"Good," replied the Ancestral Dragon Soul joyfully, finally no longer having to deal with this crafty member of the Human Race.
Immediately following that, the Golden Dragon felt a lightness, and Mount Buzhou was moved away.
However, immediately after, a divine soul formed by charm patterns descended and wrapped around his body.
Resentment arose in the Ancestral Dragon Soul's heart, but as soon as he thought of Shen Luo noticing, he swiftly dispelled those resentful thoughts, comforting himself by thinking that at least it was more comfortable than having a mountain pressing on him.
As he was thinking this, a wave of divine soul enveloped him.
Next, a layer of white light shone on the body of the golden dragon and vanished from Shen Luo's Sea of Consciousness in an instant.