His figure landed on the stone platform. It felt icy and solid beneath his feet, as though he were standing on Myriad Years Profound Ice, yet it possessed the hard texture of metal.
Lin Ming raised his eyes and swept his gaze around. The ground beneath his feet seemed paved with countless fine golden dragon scales, each one rendered in exquisite detail, its patterns clear and distinct. Under the dark gold light, they gleamed with a cold, noble metallic luster.
As his feet rested upon them, he could even feel the slight rise and fall of the scales, as though the stone platform itself had been transformed from a True Dragon that had slept for ages.
Looking higher, enormous golden wings spread out layer by layer above the vast stone platform. Each layer was like a canopy that blotted out the sky, overlapping as they stretched upward and formed one stone platform after another.
Every feather on those wings was lifelike, with faint golden light flowing along their edges, as though they might beat their wings at any moment and carry the entire Dragon-Phoenix Platform soaring into the heavens.
Those golden wings extended endlessly upward until they vanished into dense golden clouds that seemed almost solid, making it impossible to glimpse what lay at the very top.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Golden light flickered across the Dragon-Phoenix Platform as figures appeared one after another.
The dozens of figures who had emerged from the cleansing golden light now landed steadily upon the ancient stone platform.
However, everyone who appeared on the Dragon-Phoenix Platform warily retreated some distance from one another, each claiming a small area and guarding against the rest.
Every face was grave, every gaze alertly sweeping over the others. Spiritual energy remained contained within their bodies, ready to respond to