Dragon Lord

After leaving the Imperial Capital of the Great Gan Dynasty, Zhou Tong let out a long breath.

He turned to glance at the distant Imperial Capital, and the shadow in his heart gradually dispersed.

"It seems it really was because of the Hundred Sages that I had that feeling. If my guess is correct, the Hundred Sages are likely planning to start with Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan, turning all of Creator Daoist's contingencies into wedding garments for the sages!" Zhou Tong said softly, then directly tore through the void and left the Great Gan Dynasty.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Yunmeng Empire, east of the distant Eastern Prairie, almost at the very edge of the Yunmeng Empire.

There lay a vast range of towering, majestic mountains. No one knew how large this mountain range was, and no one had ever been able to venture deep inside and thoroughly explore it. Many Yunmeng people lacking in strength even believed that these mountains marked the end of the world.

The reason was that this vast mountain range was shrouded year-round in thick mist as heavy as leaden clouds. Especially among the mist-covered peaks, thunderous roars would sometimes ring out, striking fear into people's hearts.

In one place within this mountain range stood a palace that seemed carved by ghosts and shaped by gods.

This palace was not especially large, covering only around one-tenth the area of the imperial palace in the Great Gan Dynasty's Imperial Capital.

Though the palace was small, it possessed an exquisite elegance. Roses bloomed both inside and outside it, never withering throughout the four seasons. Within this palace, one could smell the refreshing fragrance of flowers all year round.

Crack!!

At that moment, the heavy leaden clouds amid the mountains suddenly split open. Zhou Tong slowly stepped out of the