As soon as Leng San woke up in the middle of an unknown forest, he became stupefied. His grandfather, his Leng Clan, and the clan’s enemy, the Asuras, that were fighting against each other were all gone. Moreover, once he circulated qi in his body, he found that his qi was decreased to the first level of the violet stage, which was the lowest level! At the moment, Leng San was no different from an ordinary boy. without qi, he was extremely in despair.



As Leng San was the only hope of the Leng Clan, his grandfather had to send him through time to 1,500 years in the future, in order to completely escape from the pursuing of the Asuras. If the grandfather did not decrease Leng San’s qi to the lowest level, he might not be able to time travel and eventually get killed.



Leng San must practice his skills to be stronger, to eradicate the Asuras and restore Leng Clan again. A new life awaited for Leng San at the end of the tunnel, he must do this!

Leng San: the Divine Draconic Demon

When Mr. White was exhausted, Leng San brought him back into the runic seal on his chest as before.


“At least I didn't come to the tower in vain. Mr. White is no different from one of my abilities. The strength that Mr. White has gained is best for me,” Leng San muttered with a smile.


Leng San glanced at the Azure Dragon King again.


His glance at the Azure Dragon King reminded Leng San of one matter, which was the initial information about the Leng Clan that Leng San had heard from the Tenth of the Martial Federation (*).


‘A huge reptile. Even looking from the sky at a distance of two hundred kilometers, one can clearly see its body!! It was flying over the center of the battlefield. Its size, from one’s estimation, was not lower than two thousand meters; otherwise, it could not be seen so clearly from a distance.


The Long-Lost Voice