Remnant Soul of a Dragon Clan Expert?
"Master?"
The Primordial Ancient Dragon did not rush to act. With a hint of inquiry in his vertical pupils, he slowly turned to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan did not answer at once.
He gently closed his eyes. The power of his Primordial Spirit surged from between his brows like an invisible tide, silently spreading out as he carefully probed every inch of the great hall and every trace of aura within it.
This great hall was immensely grand.
Its vaulted ceiling soared high, dozens of zhang tall at least. In the depths of the darkness, star-like points of light flickered faintly, as though a stretch of night sky had been suppressed above the palace.
Ancient reliefs could vaguely be seen upon the four walls, depicting scenes of the dragon clan riding clouds and mist, overturning rivers and seas. Time had eroded many of the details into obscurity, yet one could still sense the devotion and reverence of those who had carved them long ago.
At the center of the great hall stood a raised platform.
The platform was built entirely from some kind of lustrous white jade. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, with a gentle sheen faintly flowing through its stone veins.
At the very top of the platform, a Dragon Pearl the size of a fist floated peacefully in midair.
It was a life-bound Dragon Pearl.
Pure white throughout, it resembled a full moon condensed to the utmost limit as it slowly rotated in the air.
Faint milky-white halos rippled from the Dragon Pearl's surface, spreading outward like waves upon water and containing an energy of such pure intensity that it made one's heart tremble.
Even Ruo Xuan, whose cultivation was still shallow, widened her eyes at the sight and