Inside the palace, it was empty and desolate, as if devoid of life, not even a whisper of ruins could be found.
The sole presence was a singular golden wing!
The wing appeared as if sculpted from gold, yet fluttered slightly in the breeze. At its base was a faint trace of what seemed like indestructible divine blood!
This singular wing nearly suffocated the assembled Demon Venerables, even stirring an instinctual urge to worship.
Even Ao Qing's legs trembled, perceiving a lofty, ancient, overwhelming presence gazing upon him across the ages.
Among those present, only Gold remained unfazed, despite having the cultivation regarded as the lowest.
Gold stood proudly, his half-dragon, half-human form erect and straight, blood flowing with the sound of a dragon's roar. A phantom image of the Ancestor Dragon encircled him, roaring furiously at the golden wing, as if responding to a provocation.
