With the Dark Dragon Lord's fall, the entire Dragon Emperor Hall sank into an almost frozen, deathly silence.
The glowing patterns that had once crawled like spiderwebs across the hall walls, floor, and even the ceiling seemed to have been drained of all power, fading away soundlessly.
The twelve life-bound Dragon Pearls in the air still floated there, emanating astonishing fluctuations.
Every Dragon Pearl was crystal-clear, as though it contained a miniature sea of stars within. Each radiated entirely different fluctuations that intertwined and spread, stirring one's very soul with merely a sense of their aura.
Yet Lin Fan did not hastily reach out to claim the Dragon Pearls so close at hand—treasures that could drive countless ancient beings in the outside world mad. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes and digested the vast amount of information he had obtained from searching the Dark Dragon Lord's soul.
Under the sorting of his powerful divine sense, those fragmented memory shards swiftly pieced together a more complete and even more breathtaking picture.
This Dragon Emperor Hall was not merely a mausoleum or a grand hall. It was itself an exceedingly astonishing, even terrifying, ancient artifact.
More importantly, according to the bloodline-inherited reverence buried deep within the Dark Dragon Lord's memories, a wisp of the Ancient Dragon Emperor's will was said to remain in the deepest part of this Dragon Emperor Hall...
Ancient Dragon Emperor.
The meaning carried by that name alone weighed as heavily as ten thousand jun.
He had been the one and only true emperor among the ancient dragon race—a supreme existence who, even in that distant primordial age when the heavens stood side by side and myriad worlds contended, could look down upon all directions and make every race bow their heads.
At that thought, Lin Fan's heart stirred.