"This Candle Dragon was not merely completely confined and sealed in body; even its soul and consciousness were locked inside by iron chains. It probably did not even know the two of us had arrived. The former Fourth Apostle—Zhu Jiuyin—between you and the current Fourth Apostle, Daozong, who was stronger?"
Jia Xin stood straight in his white robes, both hands tucked into his pockets as he stared at the ten-thousand-zhang lone dragon. Killing intent glimmered in his eyes.
"Xiao Ding Dang, give me some information on this ten-thousand-zhang Candle Dragon."
"I only learned about it from the Bodhi Patriarch. After all, almost no one knows anything about the late prehistoric era, so it is necessary to explain it to you in detail. This Candle Dragon was a major figure of the prehistoric age..."
Jia Xin recounted in detail the information he had heard from the Bodhi Patriarch to Zhang Chen.
"The destruction of the prehistoric era was triggered by this thing, and it caused half the living beings in Ling to perish? No wonder the baleful aura within its body is so heavy."
Through Jia Xin's explanation, Zhang Chen learned how the prehistoric extinction had begun. Yet how that catastrophe had ended remained a mystery.
"Xiao Ding Dang, I need to find a place for peaceful cultivation. Do you have any suggestions?" Since Jia Xin had come to this Sealed Land, Zhang Chen naturally intended to make good use of Xiao Ding Dang.
"This is an independent sealing space created by the Ghost King. Where would suit you better? Do you really need me to point it out?"
"Give me a hint, will you? I cannot be bothered to spend time figuring it out."
Seeing Zhang Chen stubbornly pestering him, Jia Xin helplessly took a small hexagonal compass box from