"This—this is a Dragon Totem!" Zhi Jiang gaped when he saw the Fangtian Halberd rising from the ground all the way to the clouds. Within the halberd, he sensed the auras of numerous dragons, each from a different dragon body. In most cases, that would make the auras even more mixed and chaotic. But that was not what he saw here. Instead, the power of these dragons had gathered together, with astonishing centripetal force.
Only a Dragon Totem could produce such a phenomenon. By now, whether in the Desolate Sea, the Four Seas Dragon Palaces, or elsewhere, the scattered dragon clans had been reduced to nothing. They had either submitted to the Heavenly Court and lived at its mercy, or were no more than scattered minnows, fleeing from the Dragon Seekers' searches and barely able to look after themselves. Where would they find the strength or energy to scheme for anything else? Besides, the dragon clans had been divided and ruled by several Heavenly Courts, their legacy severed long ago. At least in Zhi Jiang's eyes, no matter how he looked at it, the dragons of the Immortal Realm had little hope of rising again. As for those in other planes, they were not under any unified rule. Though he could not see their situation directly, they might be faring somewhat better than the dragons in the Immortal Realm, but likely not by much. It was merely a difference between fifty paces and a hundred.
What startled Zhi Jiang even more was that within this Dragon Totem was a power that made his heart tremble, yet was not the dominant force.
"A Golden Immortal dragon!" Zhi Jiang murmured, stunned.
"You have a discerning eye. Being defeated by Fellow Daoist Lu and sent here wasn't bad luck for you. On the