Hearing Ye Gudu's assessment, Ye Lin could not help but laugh.
"I still have a few old friends. We'll meet in the central region."
Ye Gudu glanced at Ye Lin and the people behind him, then turned and left.
Watching Ye Gudu depart, Ye Lin remained silent.
The last time they had met, they had spent only a few days together, with ten thousand years lying between then and now. The fact that they could still exchange a few words upon meeting again was already rare and precious.
Let alone speak of any friendship.
"Let's go. To the central region."
Ye Lin waved to those behind him. That so-called Stone Stele was also in the central region.
It could be said that the goal of every prodigy from every race who had entered Void Burial this time was the central region. When the time came, it would surely be incomparably lively there.
"I think I sense something unusual."
As the group walked on, Xiaoyaozi, the Holy Son of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect among them, suddenly turned grave. The next moment, he actually lay prone on the ground, pressing his ear tightly against the earth.
Seeing Xiaoyaozi act this way, the others also watched him with solemn expressions.
Ye Lin was not very familiar with Xiaoyaozi, but the others were.
Xiaoyaozi was the most cautious and steady among them. If there were no reason, he would never act so rashly.
Sure enough, moments later, waves of sound came from the ground, while fierce, violent roars echoed from the distant horizon.
Almost in an instant, a golden Dragon coiled through the distant sky. Its enormous body churned among the clouds, releasing roar after roar.
A soul-shaking, awe-inspiring aura also descended from above it.
Roar...
An exceedingly resonant dragon's cry spread across heaven