Black-Gold Dragon King's Right Arm Bone, Eight-Hundred-Thousand-Year Scarlet-Gold Soul Ring!

Di Tian's final howl was forced from the depths of his throat.

The sound was already unbearably hoarse, utterly unlike his previous deep dragon roars that had shaken heaven and earth. It was like the cry of an old man at death's door, using the last shred of his strength.

This was Di Tian's final sentence left in this world, filled with endless sorrow, unwillingness, and despair.

Di Tian's massive dragon body began to disintegrate from its tail.

Jet-black scales lost their luster one after another, turning into fine black specks of light from the tail onward, like ashes scattered by the wind.

The disintegration grew faster and faster, spreading from his tail to his torso, from his torso to his dragon wings, and finally to that once-lofty dragon head.

The light in the golden vertical pupils of his enormous dragon head faded bit by bit. At the final moment, those two golden dragon eyes, more dazzling than the sun, completely lost their brilliance.

Amid the trembling earth, Di Tian's three-thousand-meter dragon body completely turned into countless tiny motes of light. Like fireflies filling the sky, they slowly drifted upward.

The sky, which had already returned to normal, suddenly changed the instant those motes flew into it.

Dark clouds surged out of nowhere from every direction, blanketing the entire sky in oppressive blackness.

The heavens were instantly filled with storm clouds, lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Dark-blue bolts darted through the clouds, illuminating the scorched land below, riddled with devastation.

Thunder crashed deafeningly, one peal after another, as though heaven and earth were mourning the fall of a generation's Beast God.

Then, torrential rain came pouring down.

The rain was fierce and sudden, bean-sized drops pelting down in dense sheets from the sky, washing over everything around them.

Once the