A Strange Sound
A colossal gate stood in the void, radiating an ancient, weathered aura.
The gate towered an unknown tens of thousands of zhang high, as though it had stood here since time immemorial.
A sharp gleam flickered in the Primordial Ancient Dragon's eyes as he stared fixedly at the gate ahead.
He seemed to feel the summons of the ancient dragon race, and a surge of excitement rose within him.
The Ten Thousand Dragons Nest had been built by the ancient dragon race. Within lay the opportunities they had left behind; if he could obtain them smoothly, he could use them to replenish more of his divine essence and recover more of his strength.
He could hardly wait to charge straight inside.
However, the Primordial Ancient Dragon retained a sliver of reason, because Lin Fan beside him had yet to move.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed at the massive gate, his expression appearing quite calm.
His gaze lingered for a moment on the dragon-shaped reliefs carved into the gate, then swept over the faint, intermittent dark-red glow seeping through its cracks. It was as if he were calculating something, or waiting for precisely the right moment.
After pondering briefly, he raised a hand and waved it.
A stream of pure mana entered the body of the tottering girl.
The mana was a pale green, gentle and not dazzling, like a breath of spring slipping silently into Ruo Xuan's back.
Like spring winds and rain, it silently nourished the girl's depleted blood essence. Like a riverbed long dried up, it welcomed a rain brimming with vitality.
Wherever the mana passed, those withered meridians seemed to be infused with living water, gradually filling up again inch by inch and emitting a faint, nearly inaudible hum.
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