The Dragon Stele is Acquired

Bai Yang turned to look at him. The two orange flames in Lord of Myriad Dragons's skull looked as though they were about to be blown out by the wind.

But this was the heart of Lord of Myriad Dragons's temple. Where could any wind possibly come from?

Bai Yang knew things had gone wrong. He had put on far too much of an act this time and had frightened the old man.

He stopped cultivating and retracted the black mutated shell around his head.

Then he quietly waited for this ancestor of his teacher's to return to normal.

After a long while, Lord of Myriad Dragons finally came back to his senses.

Though he was clearly just a skeleton, he somehow gave the impression that his vigor and spirit had suddenly plummeted.

Even his mental transmission...