Qianyuan Hall.
The rain poured down in sheets as the heavens thundered.
The Dragon Gate stood wide open, and a golden carp swam among the gods.
Emperor Yong'an stood upon the surface of a lake behind the grand hall. His eyebrows, hair, and temples were all white, giving him an ancient appearance. Yet his aura was incomparably powerful. His wide, red, dragon-patterned sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his tall, nine-tasseled crown was battered by the rain. The aura emanating from him was far more formidable than that of any Grandmaster in the Imperial Palace.
SPIT!
Suddenly, Emperor Yong'an spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared at the Dragon Gate in the sky, his aged eyes filled with extreme unwillingness.
His aura instantly withered.
But in the next second, an immense, illusory Red-Eyed Golden Dragon abruptly appeared above the Dragon Wall. Ethereal golden threads of mist seemed to emerge from it, pouring an endless stream into his body.
