Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, open!
The tens of thousands of Derivative Realm dragon clansmen widened their eyes and waited with bated breath.
In their hearts, whoever had commanded such a mighty and domineering stellar sea warship, crushing the Blazing Star and Burning Moon with a forceful one-against-two, had to be an expert worthy of their reverence.
And that person was very likely of the same race as them.
Under the cruel suppression of the Heavenly Dao Shackles, being able to rise into a powerful figure with the meager talent of the Upper Star Ruins, even without becoming an Eonic God, was already immensely admirable.
After all, it was not that they lacked talent.
Their gifts had been suppressed, leaving them unable to raise their heads!
"Who could it be?"
One Derivative Realm expert after another, each ten meters tall, held their breath.
"Why hasn't anyone come out yet?" Everyone's necks were already sore from craning them.
Li Tianming's vision went dark when he heard that.
He had come out already!
He, Li Qingyu, Weisheng Moran, and that young boy Long Chen had all come out long ago.
Yet most of the Derivative Realm dragon clansmen were still stretching their necks to peer into the Imperial Tomb, waiting for a burly figure to emerge.
"Xiao Chen? Why are you in there?" The woman in the middle lowered her head and found her younger brother among the four little figures.
"Big Sister! What are you still looking at? We've all come out already!" Long Chen shouted, his face brimming with excitement.
"Did you bring Senior back? Where is Senior?" Long Qian was slightly stunned.
"Senior?" Long Chen suddenly understood what they were thinking. Pointing at Li Tianming, he said excitedly, "Everyone! This is Senior! He was the one who controlled this Nine