The mural

After Zhou Leng explained why, their brows knitted tightly.

"Being targeted by a demigod dragon is going to be tricky."

"The real problem is that Frost Dragon Divine Death Spirit—"

"Shh, watch what you say. Those high-tier Divine Death Spirits don't like being called Divine Death Spirits. Just call him Frost Dragon."

Zhou Leng looked around and asked, "Deep Dark Fury isn't here? I didn't see him when I came in."

"He probably arrived late and entered after us. No idea where he is now. Most likely cultivating in secret at some treasure site. Without him, the True King's throne belongs to Dragon World."

Zhou Leng chatted with the dragons.

Things here were almost identical to the Giant Altar: they had to wait for the Alien Star Dragons to offer their sacrifices first.

The Divine Death Spirits gathered at a distance around the enormous cliff face.

The Alien Star Dragons, the dragons of the Ten Realms, and the other races stood nearby.

Directly ahead stood a lofty peak belonging to a branch of Myriad Cloud Mountain.

The peak rose straight and tall, with the profile of a dragon carved into it.

Pitch-black lines stretched for over a hundred meters. The details were crude, but the overall form captured its spirit with extraordinary expressiveness, an immense aura rushing out to meet them.

The dragons did not even dare approach too closely, unable to withstand the terrifying divine might within the image.

Hell Demon Eye said, "The pressure is too strong right now, so everyone's waiting. Once it weakens enough for upper grandmasters to approach the mural, the sacrifices will begin. Heh, the Divine Death Spirits can't get close. Any who do will die—"

"You just got here, so go withstand the pressure while you can. It'll help temper your mind and