Yongzhen's Legacy, The World's Breath

"The Master!"

A steady, weighty voice wrapped in the majesty of blazing flame rang out from beside him, respectful and devout, breaking the silence between heaven and earth.

Badi Holy Dragon still stood beside the central altar, never leaving its post, faithfully carrying out its duty as guardian. Its red-and-orange flame dragon armor shone brilliantly, flames slowly circulating around it, yet there was not the slightest trace of brutality left, only sincerity and solemnity.

The heavy armor patterns were orderly and grand, golden lines at its joints gleaming with flowing light. The open flame burning atop its head was gentle and docile, and the bat-like dragon wings behind it folded in lightly, without any of the savage, violent might it had shown on the battlefield.

It was the most loyal guardian of the Fighting Dragon Clan. Ever since Zhong Shenxiu had taken control of the plane, it had always guarded the core of the altar and watched over the plane's origin, never slacking in the slightest.

Zhong Shenxiu lifted his gaze. The scene before him had already been completely transformed.

The central altar, once ruined and collapsed, covered in cracks and drained of spiritual energy, had now been fully restored. The altar's stone surface was smooth and orderly, its patterns flowing clearly. Ancient dragon formation markings had all revived, and threads of origin spiritual energy circled and flowed around it, solemn and sacred.

In the void in all four directions, the hundred-meter statues of the Four Great God King Dragons still towered majestically, suspended at the four corners of the plane's sky, unchanging since ancient times, their dignity spreading in every direction.

In the east was the East Sun King Dragon with golden-flame wings, its golden body as if cast from molten gold, bow posture piercing the heavens and carrying