"Ancestral Dragon Saint Venerable, and An Jing..."
Duan Chenguang murmured to himself. His mirror-like head reflected that sacred, majestic figure, and for a moment, he could not tell whether An Jing had inherited the Ancestral Dragon's legacy, or whether the Ancestral Dragon Saint Venerable had returned to the world through An Jing's body.
At this moment, little Zhulong Feng Boye and the mysterious figure, facing that pressure head-on, felt it most keenly.
"So strong... stronger even than the Zhulong Sovereign..." Feng Boye murmured softly, her golden dragon pupils filled with shock and reverence.
As Zhulong's descendant, she could clearly sense the essence of that power—it was a realm that surpassed mere "potential infinity" and reached "perfection," a true "Dao One" she had never seen before.
This was a realm even her forefather had failed to reach, falling just half a step short...
At her side, after a brief daze and burst of horror, the mysterious figure's face took on an absolute resolve. Without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly drew a talisman flickering with warped radiance from his robes, and the power of space-time instantly boiled over.
The figure was clearly prepared to cast everything aside and flee at once!
Yet An Jing merely turned his head.
At the same time, the towering figure manifested from the Ancestral Dragon Scale also cast its gaze toward him.
In an instant, countless principles were reconstructed, and space-time froze. The Taixu around the mysterious figure, which had only just begun to twist, was forcibly smoothed out and restored by a force grander, more unstoppable, and more beyond dispute.
But under this absolute suppression, that talisman erupted with a transcendent power that likewise did not belong to this world. It forcibly tore open a barely perceptible crack and vanished without a trace along with the