Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!
As time passed, more and more Sacred Dragons appeared in the plaza of the Dragon God Palace. There were even Medieval Dragons, Ancient Dragons, and Primordial Dragons.
Normally, these dragons would be slumbering in their own lairs and would not show themselves lightly. But the news of the Cosmic Light World had completely alarmed these Sacred Dragons, making them wake up one after another without even caring to finish their naps.
One Primordial Dragon after another stood at the very center of the plaza, radiating incomparably imposing auras. Even without releasing the slightest trace of power, they possessed an overwhelming sense of presence.
From them came the weathered sensation of time endlessly passing, as though they had lived from the very birth of the universe until now. The power within them was simply unfathomable.
At least a thousand such Primordial Dragons had appeared.
A Near Ancient Dragon like Xia Ping was nothing more than a small fry in this plaza. He could only stand at the edge and did not even qualify to enter the plaza's central circle.
"The Dragon Race truly is formidable."
Seeing these colossal dragons appear, Xia Ping felt even more deeply that they were worthy of being a race that had survived since the previous cosmic era. The Sacred Dragons appearing here alone were enough to rival a peak race.
And they still had all manner of trump cards they had yet to reveal. Their foundations were so deep they could terrify one to death.
Just then, an enormous elevated platform suddenly rose in the plaza. Then, elderly figures appeared one after another, each transformed into human form, with dragon horns atop their heads and luxurious robes on their bodies.
Every one of them radiated an outrageously powerful aura. Even the Primordial Dragons