In the depths of the endless mist.
Within a strangely shaped mountain range.
Inside there was a crack, and several figures stood here, gazing at a series of stone pillars before them.
As the leader continuously injected Power into the stone pillars, the entire stone pillar seemed to come alive, emitting brilliant rays of light from it.
Numerous rays of light gathered in the high sky, vaguely forming a giant dragon-shaped shadow, rolling and roaring incessantly.
For quite a long time.
It was only then that the figure finally withdrew the Power, yet the giant dragon rolling and roaring in the sky continued to dance, showing no signs of dissipating.
On one side, Zhao Feiyan shivered and said, "Father, if those Ancient Saints discover what you're doing, do you think they'll strip your skin?"
"Silence, you wretch!"
Zhao Houcai scolded in a low voice, "Quickly, hurry up, we can't stay here for even a moment longer. Every moment we stay, we risk our lives."
